(This Open Thread is NOT Death Enabled. Feel free to PM me if you wanna join in.)
[Note to those who are grading this Kinjutsu training. I'm basing his acquirement of the Sharingan off of a traumatizing story on a single day in his life. I will put much thought and excitement into this role-play, some of which could be considered training. But like many Kinjutsu threads that try to train oneself to learn a strong jutsu through walls of text about how hard they can kick a wall, this one shall have a great assessment of plot behind it. Serving towards character development, this will help not only with my typing and creativity, but help those who wish to read understand this character a bit further then what I've put in my history. So please, take this little appeal into consideration before posting 'Needs more training' into it.]
Spoiler:
Name: Sharingan
Requirements: 3-point kinjutsu training for each stage
Description: Sharingan is the bloodline limit doujutsu of the Uchiha clan. It possesses several powerful abilities, though it is developed through three stages. When just awakened, it is in Stage 1, with only one tomoe located above the pupil; in Stage 2, another tomoe appears, and they are now located to the left and right of the pupil; all three tomoe appear in Stage 3, and they are located in a triangle shape around the pupil: one directly above and the other two to the bottom left and right. The Sharingan is activated by sending some chakra into the eyes. It does not cost much, but only a true Uchiha can have it activated for prolonged periods of time without risking their health.
Stage 1: The initial stage of the awakened Sharingan, it only gives the clan members some basic abilities. Among these is the ability to see movement somewhat faster than what they would normally be able to and to detect chakra. This allows them to react better and gives them higher accuracy than most. Thanks to the chakra detection ability, many camouflage techniques are rendered ineffective. This stage also allows them to see clearer than normal.
Stage 2: The second stage of the Sharingan allows those who possess it to see everything with even better clarity, including objects that would normally fall out of sight because of their speed. This allows them to dodge and attack as if their taijutsu skills were one step higher. Additionally, visual genjutsu of rank B or lower can be dispelled instantly, without any chakra cost or a need for a special technique.
Stage 3: The third and final stage of the Sharingan opens even more possibilities for the clan members. Their vision of moving objects improves further. Their ability to see chakra and movement allows them to memorize the techniques used by their enemies and copy them, one of the abilities the clan is highly famous for. Additionally, visual genjutsu of rank A or lower can be dispelled instantly, without any chakra cost or a need for a special technique.
[0/9]
Looking Straight In The Face of Death
Air dwindling with cold, shrouds of fog, sights unclear. The boy's legs hung over the dock, eyes set down in his lap, for there was a poorly stitched together book of parchment within his lap. Why did I come here? Why did I come here again? His eyes examined the meager looking rough navy short-pants. A deep sigh took place, followed by the child raising his head up to stare at the incoming boats and ferries coming to the shores and neighboring docking ports. The rush of water shot up against the wooden beams under his leg, the sea water wetting the sides of his right ankle. He brought both legs up, crossing them. "I hate water." The Uchiha grumbled. He brought both arms to opposite shoulders. Islyum's body shivered gently, he pulled his wool jacket closer into his body to cover his bare-chest.
[Flashback]
It was a casually misty day in Water country. Deadly quiet and strangely, peaceful. The first one out of his family cot was his father. Islyum was still in bed that morning, being only five years old, the kid needed his beauty sleep if he were ever to grow. A small creaking sound broke the silence of his household, head and body stirring from left to right, tensing up at the sound of a slam of the shutting door nearby. "Daaaaad..." He groaned, eyes peeking out through his window at the side of the bed. Mist blocked the sun, so it was still considerably dark. Islyum brought himself up quickly, sleeping preferably in only his bottom pajamas.
Scratching from eye to eye, he peeled the sleep from the corners of his iris, cranking his waist to set himself over near the edge of the bed. Landing with both feet, he rose up to his feet hearing a faint crack. This was the average weekend day, Islyum was going to most likely explore the forests till noon, and from there he would travel to the nearby small village to his mother's fish shop for supper. It was going to be a great day! Diving into his pantry to fish out his clothing, he threw them off and discarded his pajamas onto the wooden floor. Dashing into his home's small corridor he spied his mother moving to the side with a gargantuan amount of laundry. "Goin' out mom! See you for supper!"
Slamming the door shut behind him, he threw his arms back like any wild child and began running, far-far into the forest neighboring his cot and beyond. Much vegetation encumbered the lands, not to mention insects, animals, and poisonous plants, so the safest root for Islyum who knew this forest now by the back of his hand, was hopping from tree branch to tree branch. Eyes caught sight of the insects flying about around him along with any other winged creature. Taking a quick stop at an anonymous branch, Islyum itched at his right eye socket. "Those buzzards feel like they are slowing down every day..." He murmured, peering around. Down below, he heard the sound of crisp leaves being stepped on.
Who are! Islyum's eyes shot open, legs bending down to give him a crouching position. He looked down the tree to the production of noise, spotting a wild boar. It snorted, craning its head from side to side. "Oooh." The child's curiosity was at little, insane really. He knew it was a boar, but had never gotten this close to one, never having the element of surprise. But now was the time! Time in and time again, there were boards throughout his time exploring the forest that would rush and harass him when he explored throughout the heavily vegetated areas. Time for some fuckin' revenge! Islyum spruced himself up on the creature momentarily as it stalked the grasses, grazing lightly.
Swoosh! Islyum shot off the branch down, eyes wide open as he closed in on the creature... Empty-handed? The beast cried out, feeling a suddenly light force hop atop it. Islyum stood directly atop its back. Being shocked at this moment, it was near frozen, giving him tie to carry out his task... Of being a completely egoistic dumbass. "Hey-hey-hey! You! Below my feet! You should know your place in society with me! Like this right now!" Islyum's knees wobbled slightly, repositioning one of his sandals directly atop its head. It snorted at this, obviously not feeling too threatened.
The boy rose out his hand, glaring down at it with a cocky grin. "Oi! I'm not done yet! You have been defeated by Islyum-sama! And now you shall be my servant and do what I tell-- Woah!" The boar put up with it enough by now, steering itself vividly to the right causing him to lose balance and fall onto his side, grunting followed by a soft groaning. Eyes clenched tightly, "Owww...." Islyum clutched his left elbow with his right hand, realizing that he had bruised it. The boar marched to the side of his body, putting its face directly to his, snorting hot air at him from its putrid nostrils.
"Uhhhh..." He fell silent, nervously gulping as his right eye peeked open at the boar. It gave off a snort, followed by spinning around and bitch-slapping him with its tail right in the face. A thin red mark being left on the side of his face as it waddled off with an animal-like guffaw. He bit his bottom lip, cursing with his arsenal of Kindergarten leveled language at the skies, boar, and at himself for a few moments. Eventually he came to stand, a soft sigh relinquishing itself from his lips. "Everyone must know about the wondrous Darkstar, eventually." He pouted arms crossing as he walked down the trails within the misty forest, pondering. Roleplaying Characters: Islyum Shiro No RPC No 3rd RPC No 4th RPC RPG Stats: Shinobi Rank: Genin Village: Kirigakure Fame: 0 Reputation: Training Points: N/A Inventory: A Wakizashi, 4x Kunai, 9x Shuriken, 20 yards of Wire, 4x Smoke Bomb
"Ughh, my arm is killing me now." Islyum grimaces at the trail set out before him. It had only been a few hours since he had awoken, he knew noon was only but a few more hours away. An eerie sound filled his ears, the voicing of his stomach growling up at him. The boy snarled, gripping at his thin waist with both hands. The kid began to groan, groan, and groan! His arm was bruised, his stomach was empty, poor Islyum, what ever did the kid do to deserve this? It was all too obvious though, this kid needed to grow up and act more mature. But it'd never happen, never.
His train of thought was cut in half as trees from a few set meters away rattled. It wasn't the breeze, no way in hell was it windy at this time of morning. Eyes moved from tree to tree before long hair broke out into his sight, his eyes widening. A ebon-haired Shinobi wearing a painted mask shot through the gap between the trees, he caught a long glimpse of her. It wasn't because he was in love, not because the Shinobi was slow, but something lying in this kid, some kind of untapped potential. It was a Hunter-nin through further inspections of the equipment they wore, but Islyum had no clue what that kind of Shinobi was. Instead, he watched dumbly as the Hunter-nin didn't even do as much as to regard him with a glance. The Shinobi just looked straight ahead, bursting off into the horizon at their extreme speed.
Islyum's head swung down to stare at the ground, his default black eyes trembling, followed by his muscles within his upper torso. "W-what... Was that?" He mumbled to himself, fear had rocked his ever so easily. What was there to expect from a mere child though? He may have the infamous Uchiha blood, but he was mortal like the rest of the world. He swallowed down some remnants of his saliva and continued on, hoping he wouldn't have to come up to face one as skilled a Shinobi anytime soon. The blazing sphere we call a sun, was not visible through the musty fogs within the forest making it slightly difficult visually to look around.
[A Moment Later]
The rattling of a snake caught the child's attention as he soared from each individual branch, his modern-looking clothing fluttering in the breeze of the day. Eyes locked onto the threat tangled on his next branch. "Friiii-!" It whipped its head directly at him, fangs bared as he twisted his body to the right, eyes locked on. It all just came to him, right arm landing flat-palmed on the strong branch barely avoiding the snake. In nearly an instant, he pushed off releasing himself from the branch. The fangs struck air as his hand evaded the blow through his suddenly graceful form, body free-falling now to the grassy grounds. That grace quickly died out as his whole body was embedded into the ground, chest first crushing the grass and what few insects were underneath.
Islyum rolled onto his back clutching his stomach, trying to breath. It was safe to say he had the air knocked out of him from fifteen foot fall. He groaned and moaned, rolling in place along the ground. But in the back of his mind, he couldn't really feel inflicted with pain, more of amazed at his previous feat. Where did those reflexes come from? The Uchiha didn't know, as he was never educated about the bloodline lined out before him. Islyum eventually regained his breath, pushing himself once more up to his feet. The boy's eyes rolled at the thoughts accustomed to his mind, shaking them off one by one. "I'm just that awesome!" The boy roared out loud, birds shooting off of nearby branches away from the loud, obnoxious, hard-headed child.
It was his answer to everything that he did amazingly. Islyum was not a modest person, not in the least. He let out a loud guffaw following, most likely having the power to embarrass anybody to catch ear of it, and probably causing his own ancestors to roll over in their grave. The snake up in the tree even stopped rattling for a moment after he finished letting out his triumphant laughter.
[Sometime Later]
Alas! It was time to go for supper! He knew his way out of the forest, and now had to get to the village where his mother took care of the fish store. Hopefully, everything was okay...
(*Winkwink* Foreshadow *Wink*) Roleplaying Characters: Islyum Shiro No RPC No 3rd RPC No 4th RPC RPG Stats: Shinobi Rank: Genin Village: Kirigakure Fame: 0 Reputation: Training Points: N/A Inventory: A Wakizashi, 4x Kunai, 9x Shuriken, 20 yards of Wire, 4x Smoke Bomb
I think you did a fine job with the set up but remember it's an intense situation that makes your Uchiha side come alive so I'd like to see more of a serious situation for the coming posts. But your doing fine so far. _________________
(Died a little inside from your generosity. /cough I could post opponents to fight him, but this is a five year old kid at the moment. Good chances are, since he has no Shinobi skills, he'll get fucked up. I'll have a build up though.)
It was a quiet scene, walking through the passage to the village where his mother's fish shop lay. He took an inhale of the frosting air, already smelling some cooked up Sashimi being prepared. It brightened up considerably after leaving the forest behind. Islyum ducked his head down to his little vest, neatening it out. Sandals strapped on perfectly, dirt wiped from his face, goggles tightly fastened to his forehead to hold his bangs out of his eyes, it was time to see mommy! The child began in a slow jog, making way up to the village.
Most houses were closed, populations of simpletons walking about the town in look of trade. His head craned from left to right, eyes locking onto nearby shops. "If it isn't little Islyum." The feminine tone made the boy's heart race, eyes widen, body twitch ever so slightly. Eyes twisted to the sides of his head, catching the eleven year old girl with arms folded over her chest. Through the rush-hour of trafficking people, he was blindsided at the same exact time, grabbed by the back of his vest and yanked out by a force much stronger then himself. Thrown off to the side, near some of the closed homes, he hit his ass hard against the soil off to the side of the main street road.
"Nghh! What do you guys want?"Islyum squinted up at the girl, then to a twelve year old boy looking down at him with a twisted grin, pounding his hand into his other. The boy was probably a foot taller than Islyum, not to mention much buffer looking. The girl was just as tall, if not only missing it by a little. Sarai and Gil, those bastards had been picking on Islyum for a while now. Though something wasn't right today, they've never just yanked him straight out of a crowd like this before.
Their kind of style was to play pranks on the kid, confuse him, and make him feel hated, motives were unknown for this, but they were only kids so who could teach them better. The two were dressed in simple villager robes, showing how poverty stricken the area itself was. "So, we gonna do this?" Gil muttered over to Sarai. The young Uchiha stared up at them wide-eyed, nervous. He began to scoot back, well at least tried until a foot flew down smashing him in the stomach, pinning his chest down. Islyum cried out in pain, tears bottling up in his eyes as the big bad bully Gil kept the sole of his sandal planted on his chest.
Sarai proceeded to nod, shortly after she advanced towards the side of the young child, staring him straight in the face with a deceitful grin."Awww, is little baby Islyum going to cry?" She spoke in a patronizing fashion, taunting him to the point where this egoistical fool's tears retracted from sight. A burning fire awoke from within his eyes,
"Just..." He grabbed at Gil's ankle, trying to twist it off of him. Both set of bullies eyes resting on the boy's cocky grin."WHO THE HELL DO YOU THINK I AM?!" A surge of adrenaline rushed up the Uchiha's surface, overturning and removing the foot from his chest. Islyum rolled out from their grips of doom, back hitting a nearby home. Gil simply walked a few steps to trap him in, a placid grin strapped on the kid's wicked face. No patrons were nearby, most likely taken by the rush-hour of sales in the afternoon, therefore they had this scene all to themselves, all the more reason why these bullies chose to jump Islyum.
Gil grabbed at Islyum's neck collar, "Who the hell do we think you are?" The twelve year old male cocked back a fist, sending it downcast towards Islyum's cheek bone, smashing head on into it. A crack was heard, followed by a loud groan. Gil tossed Islyum back into the house, his back colliding head on with the wood stealing another groan as he slowly slid down, eyes clenched tightly closed now, and face looking straight into his own lap.
"F-frick..." Islyum mumbled to himself, heavy breathing began to ensue as Gil and Saria commenced on talking to one another about plans. Sarai crouched down, gripping into the roots of Gil's hair, pulling his head up to look straight at his closed eyes. Her grin slowly crept across her face, nearly ear to ear. A neatly pedicured hand moved to grab under his chin to keep the head up as she let go of the roots of his navy blue hair.
"Islyuuuuum..." She pursed her lips at him, "Open those eyes of yours, I wanna show you somethin'." Saria's grin slowly loosened until it was in a small set smile, still focused on the Uchiha before her. Islyum remained unaware, or seemed like it as he took deep breathes, his left cheek swollen from the previous punch, his goggles had fallen down across his neck, dangling from it. "Islyum?" Her head moved from left to right, observing the creature in front of her.
Her free hand slowly crept down as she pondered on what to do. Her grin slowly reforming as a twisted idea was created. The girl's dominant hand remained under Islyum's chin, holding his head up to have a full look of his facial expression, which at the moment was an exhausted, tired looking child. Her other hand though, went to an unknown region, low, low, then finally... She touched him. Islyum's eyes shot open, fiery bent rage forming inside of him. He felt like a toy now, intentionally grabbed in that spot, she even held on after his expression had changed to this!
This time was different from any past occasions he might have had with their little gang in the village. A single tomoe formed in his right eye, followed by his left, the swirls appearing in their natural-esqued form.
He swung a quick sucker punch up to her jaw with all his might, knocking her pretty well onto her ass, grimacing and crying in pain. She clutched her chin rubbing it with both hands. Islyum wiped at his own bruised cheek, glaring at the two with his blood-inherited trait. "I'm Darkstar! That's who the hell I am!" A large scowl greeted the two, which Gil did not even register. Instead, out of rage for his best friend’s pain, he swung an ill-aimed punch towards Darkstar. A shift to the side, his eyes could see the movement of the kid, as if he could read him like a book (Overused figure of speech ALERT).
The energized child with a new second wind hopped upwards, raising a knee up to the taller child's nose, cracking it into mulch with the help of his patella in one blow. Darkstar fell to the ground, panting loudly as he was near completely exhausted. Gil staggered back a few feet before falling onto his back, blinded by the blood spurting from his nose and shocked by the pain. Sarai continued to cry, rubbing at her chin which on the side of it had swollen pretty well. Islyum shook his head, not feeling it was time for a rest yet, and he brought himself up, a large scowl still presently on his face. He wobbled to the side before taking business elsewhere, moving down the streets with his head cast down, right knee-cap covered in blood from the nose-blow he sent Gil.
"Mother..." The boy pulled his heavily yellow tinted goggles up to his face in the crowds, hopefully having them to help detract attention from his swollen cheek, and unknowingly, his Sharingan. Islyum staggered towards the family fish shop, wanting to pour out his heart to the woman who loved him dearly. An unusually large crowd was filling the surroundings of it, and strange enough very little were inside. Pushing past each person, he soon came to notice a figure covered in blood lying against the floor of the shop. Her long dark blue hair scattered about the back of her head and along the sides of her head.
The body wore a shop apron and was of female origin, it was his mother. Islyum froze in terror, mind zooming out of his body, muting all the gossip around him, the world froze for Islyum at this moment as he stared wide-eyed at his mother's laying corpse. A shank was embedded in her right forearm, one in her chest, and the final in her throat. Blood still drained from within her, indicating a fresh kill. Cooked pieces of fish, sets of chopsticks, and uncooked fish were scattered along the ground. What happened?! The boy shot back into reality, suddenly gasping for air as his heart accelerated. He rushed to her, sliding out on his bare-knees against the wooden floor.
Darkstar brought his arms under her, flipping her over to reveal the shank dug straight into her throat. He pulled it out, followed by the forearm and chest shank, tossing them to the side of the shop. "M-mother? Mother?!" He stared at her, massive amounts of tears streaming down his cheeks as if he had just unleashed a flood gate. They drained out from under his goggles open gaps. The boy's hands gently pushed against her side, nudging her to wake up. "Please... Mother, wake up." The boy pleaded her, voice raspy but soft.
Islyum knew it was over, he threw his head down, resting it into her stomach, sobbing loudly, nose runny as well, practically gagging on his own whimpers. The crowd slowly cleared up, nothing more to see here but the sorrow and sadness of another person's loss to violence. It happened more than often in a near justice-less society like the Water Country. If you were born poor, you stay poor, nothing more to it. But none of this was on the boy's mind, for it was stuck in limbo on the death of his loved one. Darkstar brought himself up, chest and arms covered in his mother's blood by now, "Mother!" He croaked, spit and slobber running down his chin.
"Why? WHY?!" Darkstar cried out, tears running off the sides of his face now, eyes still in their Sharingan state, but quickly shifting as this emotional torture ensued for him. He brought his chest and head back down over her own, remaining in that position while the crowd completely cleared, moving back on with their daily lives, waiting for the officials on far off business to appear so they could see a bit more of a show.
[Dramatic Flashback Over]
Islyum's body fell over on the side of the dock edge, body shivering a bit faster. "Mother..." He croaked once, growing silent as he watched the boats come in.
(I hope that wins me some points. Kek.) Roleplaying Characters: Islyum Shiro No RPC No 3rd RPC No 4th RPC RPG Stats: Shinobi Rank: Genin Village: Kirigakure Fame: 0 Reputation: Training Points: N/A Inventory: A Wakizashi, 4x Kunai, 9x Shuriken, 20 yards of Wire, 4x Smoke Bomb
This sucked, he was a Shinobi. He was supposed to be a bullet proof death machine, raised in the confines of the Kirigakure academy. But for some reason, he had stooped into a vulnerable position. Children being taught to kill from the age of six and up was preposterously stupid some may think, and here lays a nine year old who would at his age be in some elementary school. He had no options though, he felt the call of the Shinobi was the strongest when his father and him moved into the village. Mother dead, father out working to maintain a living, it was a lonely life for the boy. Islyum felt his soul plunging deeper down into darkness, spinning endlessly, never being to stop. Maybe being a Shinobi wasn't the right thing for him. No, that's absurd, he's gone this far, how could he simply resign? Resigning wasn't the answer, Islyum knew he'd have to learn to live this life, at the best quality, but first he had to learn to control himself.
Eyes were now closed, head resting against the edge of the dock, water splashing directly below him into the wooden beams under the dock. "Mother..." The word rolled off his tongue blatantly. He brought himself up to par, creeping his head from left to right. The Genin pulled himself up to his feet, exerting a good amount of air through his small-sized nostrils. Spinning on heel, Islyum marched off of the docks towards a village nearby. Walking along the pathways, he slowly began to idly drift into deep thoughts. "And that day..."
[Flashback]
That day... At the Academy, the exams, they weren't exams, it was the day where friends turned against friends, comrades killed comrades, it was a massive field of slaughter. The rush, it had never felt so good to the boy. It gave him the motivation to learn how to survive, learn how to swim over sinking. Placed in a small facility with three other students, he still remembered their names; Coen, Shinswei, and Itoruzo.
Islyum pulled his goggles directly onto his face, a suction being felt as they tightened onto him. He began his daily routine, stretching out his legs, followed by arms, then finally his legs... Again, shut-up. The kid was actually the youngest of the class at this time, most kids being twelve or higher. He sat at the little age of nine, not being taken too serious by the other competitors. "Hello, Coen Subaru, Shinswei Kurumor, Itoruzo, and finally, Islyum Shiro. Today, you shall be graduating... The only catch is, only one of you may become a Genin. That is all." The intercom flickered a bit until completely shutting off. Islyum peered up at the ceiling, eyeing the speakers.
"Aw, how annoying." Shinswei grumbled to the other three participants in this test of strength. The others nodded, Islyum meanwhile was just staring at the group, looking unsure if he really wanted to do this or not. They looked to one another and exchanged words, grinning and chuckling at each other before this thing turned into a blood-bath.
"Yo, Shinswei, if you ain't careful, I'm gonna get yuh here." Coen sneered at the others.
"Shut up Coen." The mature one remarked, Itoruzo looked to them, fishing out his kunai. "Islyum, are you gonna just stand there and look stupid? Or pick fish out your weapons and fight." He grunted loudly, bringing himself into a low stance, putting his kunai's hilt into his mouth. Itoruzo swung out both arms, forming a quick string of hand seals.
After that, everybody pulled themselves into a defensive maneuver, ready for each other after giving an approval nod. "LET'S SHOW THEM WHO THE HELL WE ARE!" All four suddenly brought grins upon one anothers' face. Itoruzo shot out in a stray of pure speed, most likely using the Shunshin technique to appear right in Islyum's face. Kunai grazed kunai, sparks being sent scattered around the tile flooring, which was etched and stained with marks of weaponry and blood.
Itoruzo's eyes were strict, unmoving, pushing through Islyum's goggles, trying to chop him in half with his inflicting gaze. Intimidation, as some call it. Their strength seemed equal, bizarrely enough, for behind those goggles, eyes that were known to see through nearly any lies, foolish tricks, or obscurities, were in contempt of this remarkable feat. Two tomoes in each eye stood at the start of this battle, though the tinted goggles prevented any from seeing into each socket. Swiftly, Islyum countered with a strong knee to the lowly stanced comrade's jaw sending him stumbling back.
"Tskk!" Itoruzo gritted his teeth, fury-bent rage filling deep within him. Clashes of metal could be heard nearby from the two other fighters. "Islyum, you were always full of surprises, my friend..." He murmured softly, frowning for just a moment. Islyum nodded slowly, keeping the tears from forming up within his eyes. Itoruzo rushed Islyum once more, now withdrawing his Katana. Immediately, Islyum saw the incentive in his attack and quickly pulled from his side his Wakizashi. The slash came in on Islyum, who would raise his Wakizashi up perfectly to parry the blade off to the side, spinning into the opponent's close-range, he brought his kunai up slashing at his chest and mistakenly through an ill-placed movement on one of their parts, the kunai punctured an artery directing blood away from the heart.
Itorunzo threw his body off to the side, having felt like he missed most of the blow, but quickly the blood drained away from his body. His skin quickly grew pale as the blood gushed out from his chest, who Islyum had been staring at wide-eyed. "I see what I have to do." Darkstar kicked in once more, the confident, other side of Islyum. He showed an expressionless face, watching a fellow friend bleed out in front of him. "Your death is not in vain, Itorunzo-kun." The boy looked ahead to the nearby patrons fighting, it looking about over with the two panting.
Coen looked over to Islyum, smirking. "Oi! Looky-there! Looks like Islyum had it in em! And he took down Itorunzo, daaaamn... I say we hold this off and show this guy what we got, makes us look like amateurs." Coen snickered to himself quietly, kunai in hand. The other nodded in recognition, allowing Coen to step up side to side with him. "Yuh ready Islyum?" Both Shinobi set into stances with their kunai.
Darkstar brought his blade up, giving a few practice slices off to the left of himself. His eyes were hidden behind his goggles, showing the perfectly cool complexion of any standard Shinobi now. The boy was emotionless at the moment, bulletproof, what the exact ideal for a Kirigakure-nin was, he was Darkstar. "Whenever you two are." He muttered emptily, eyes fixated on the two, taking into account their minor details, looking for any signs of what would give their plans of attacking away.
The two shot off in a strong sprint towards Darkstar, kunai raised. Roleplaying Characters: Islyum Shiro No RPC No 3rd RPC No 4th RPC RPG Stats: Shinobi Rank: Genin Village: Kirigakure Fame: 0 Reputation: Training Points: N/A Inventory: A Wakizashi, 4x Kunai, 9x Shuriken, 20 yards of Wire, 4x Smoke Bomb
OOC: Pretty decent posts, and a lot of things happened that are a bit different. The thing that irked me, was all of the flashbacks. Though its an interesting angle, I feel like you should be trying to get Sharingan in the present time, instead of using 'fillers' like flashbacks to prove points. Roleplaying Characters: Gamaseijin Chimiri Tengoku, Sephiroth RPG Stats: Shinobi Rank: E-rank Genin ~ E-rank Missing-nin Village: Sunagakure no Sato ~ Missing-nin Fame: 0 Reputation: Training Points: Who Knows? Inventory: x 10 kunai, x5 Food pills ~ x1 katana, x5 kunai, x10 senbon
(Don't worry, xD I know where you're coming from, I'll get out of these flashbacks as soon as I'm done with this battle.)
'It's time to finish this.' The boy held two tomoes within his bloody right eye, within his left was three tomoes. Both were pressed and sealed from sight with the air-tight goggles applied to his face. He could see, movements applied towards him by these two adversaries. His left hand slipped from his Wazikashi quickly re-gripping it in a upside-down fashion, as if he were holding it like a Kunai. Darkstar's eyes were unmoving, unblinking, unflinching as he watched the two quickly advance close up to him, a leg being slammed to his left leg, the other Shinobi bringing his kunai towards Darkstar's chest. The nine year old took a silent breath, falling backwards as he was swept off his feet, his Wakizashi stabbing into the kunai hand's wrist.
A loud groan came from Coen as he dropped the knife, gripping at his wrist of quickly draining blood. Meanwhile, Shinswei having succeeded in his sweeping blow, came back up on the same leg, twisting over with his other to deliver a strong heel drop onto the boy's stomach. "Gahh!" Darkstar cried out, blood being sent airborne from out of his mouth as a shock wave released into his body. It went quiet for a moment, Coen inspecting his wrist and trying to apply pressure to it, and Shinswei staring intently at the child he had just struck down. Shinswei's eyes were focused on the goggles, not being able to see through the goggles, and quite nervous at that.
Darkstar's Wakizashi was still clutched, resting on the ground in his left hand. Heavy breathing from all three of the living competitors was in abundance. "Take... This." Darkstar whispered to himself, swinging his Wakizashi into Shinswei's heel, cutting the Achilles tendon and separating the bone from the major leg group of muscles, crippling him in one leg. A high-pitched cry filled the arena, the pain excruciating to the young twelve year old. Darkstar rolled off to the side, bringing himself up to his feet, breathing becoming strained by now. He could feel the Sharingan's effects starting to take their toll. Coel by now had ripped off a piece of his shirt, tying it tightly around the wounded wrist.
Coel stood up, glaring daggers at Darkstar."When did you... Get this strong?" He grunted loudly, pulling from his side-pouch six shuriken.
"I don't know... Cool, isn't it?" The boy cockily responded, the inflicted ego of a Sharingan among Darkstar now. Coel growled loudly, launching all six shuriken towards the boy, all in his radius aimed at individual aspects of his limbs. It was impressive, but two were inaccurate due to him only having access to one hand, and blood loss. Raising his Wakizashi up, his face was expressionless, eyes unfaltering. Sparks flew to the ground dancing, screeches of the metals digging into one another was heard, and finally, Shuriken struck into placed, embedding their points along the grounds.
Darkstar stood tall, shaking his head with the bloody Wakizashi held in his left-hand. "It's no use... I can see." The boy ducked down momentarily before shooting off in a low stride, blade held back as he closed in on Coel who could do as little as hold out his uninjured hand. Slashes were made, it ending with the boy known as Darkstar holding his blade passed him. Coel's eyes were wide, a gagging sound coming from his mouth as blood drained out of his arm and chest, immediately falling down face-first after. Shinswei trembled in fear, having himself seated down and watching the whole show.
A mere nine year old could do this?! No way, but it happened. Darkstar smirked slightly, looking down to spy a Kunai laid out along the ground. He slammed the heel of his left foot down on the end of its handle causing it to flip up to his level. Without error, the boy caught it in his free hand, launching it into Shinswei's throat. Scarlet liquid poured out of his neck, the boy gurgling on his own blood. His eyes rolled to the back of his head, eyes still wide open as his body fell into shock, dying soon after.
The bloodline left Darkstar's eyes, turning them back to their default black look. ". . ." Islyum glanced from left to right, looking from his bloodied Wakizashi within his left hand to the corpses of those who were once friends. "It had to be done..." He frowned, looking to the entrance of the tiled room. Foot steps echoed out of the dark hall, three teachers stepping into view as the young child stared them down with a vengeful glare.
"Congrats Islyum Shiro..." They didn't need to say more, though they all knew the wanted to. Islyum's scores on tests was mediocre, and he had age and development against him. He was the underdog in this situation, but he won, he did it, was it worth it? Islyum would never know, but he sure as hell did regret it all.
[End of Flashback]
"Hey! Kid! You must be hungry! Have some fish!" Islyum passed by a fish shop, ears ignorantly choosing to mute the man's voice. He slumped forward, hands dug deep into his pockets. "What now..." Islyum stood in the middle of the trail through the village, peering around, pondering about what to accomplish today. Roleplaying Characters: Islyum Shiro No RPC No 3rd RPC No 4th RPC RPG Stats: Shinobi Rank: Genin Village: Kirigakure Fame: 0 Reputation: Training Points: N/A Inventory: A Wakizashi, 4x Kunai, 9x Shuriken, 20 yards of Wire, 4x Smoke Bomb
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Spoiler:
Name: Kanashibari no Jutsu - Temporary Body Paralysis Technique
Type: Ninjutsu
Rank: C
Requirements: None
Description: This is a rather basic technique that does not require any hand seals to be used. Ideally, it temporarily paralyzes a number of targets. However, this is not likely to work on strong opponents, unless they are considerably weaker than the user themselves.
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Islyum yawned ever so lightly, putting a hand up to cover his mouth. His eyes were focused on elsewhere. He didn't know what he was doing in a village like this, and should probably head back to Kirigakure. It'd be a shame if someone caught him out here in the open like this, doing nothing. The boy hated being scolded by higher-ups. He turned towards the path he came when suddenly, his muscles froze up, body stuck in place. "What?!" He shook frighteningly, eyes moving from left to right, finally spotting the perpetrator.
"Shouldn't be leaving Kirigakure unannounced Islyum, or else someone like me would have to go out and retrieve you dead or alive." A feminine voice rang from behind the painted mask as the Shinobi sat up top a wooden house, body crouched with her hands in the finishing seals for the Kanashibari no Jutsu. Roleplaying Characters: Islyum Shiro No RPC No 3rd RPC No 4th RPC RPG Stats: Shinobi Rank: Genin Village: Kirigakure Fame: 0 Reputation: Training Points: N/A Inventory: A Wakizashi, 4x Kunai, 9x Shuriken, 20 yards of Wire, 4x Smoke Bomb
Islyum had no idea what was wrong with his body, his muscles being locked in place prohibited his movement. "Tskk, damnit." He muttered underneath his breath, eyes locked on the hunter-nin. "I was just going back to Kirigakure, alright? I just needed to step out and get some fresh air." He felt his body release from the spell.
The Shinobi shot off of her little high-point, sailing down in front of Islyum.
"What technique was that?!" "Oh that? Well Islyum, it was a rather basic technique... And if you actually bothered to train and get str--" "Teach me it!" He immediately shouted, her sentence being interrupted.
She sighed heavily behind her mask, not being one to turn down Islyum's plead. "Fine... But after this, you go back to the village." She scowled lightly behind her mask, rather pissed off that she was sent out to retrieve the boy. The Shinobi turned her back to him, "Follow me." She shot off as any Shinobi-esque type of person would.
Roleplaying Characters: Islyum Shiro No RPC No 3rd RPC No 4th RPC RPG Stats: Shinobi Rank: Genin Village: Kirigakure Fame: 0 Reputation: Training Points: N/A Inventory: A Wakizashi, 4x Kunai, 9x Shuriken, 20 yards of Wire, 4x Smoke Bomb
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