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 Posted: Sun Dec 11, 2005 7:17 pm
Yes, yet another fantastic training thread in our very renown Gaioh Ninja Clan. As I stated before things will get tougher for you higher ranked ninjas. Everything from past goes now. More challenges await each and everyone of you. Are you up for it?
As always rules:
1. fighting between peers must be concentual
2. no lower or higher ranking ninjas are allowed in this thread without permission to do so
3. no god modding
4. no swearing
(more to come)
Most of the ninja getting to this point and want to continue have come a long way. No one will hold your hand to become a Jounin, no one will teach you from this point, all must make their own way. It will be hard and will require more effort to succeed. No god modding, you WILL get hit. Everything at and past the Chuunin level will be hard, no exceptions. There will be no teachers.
1.) Must have the Steel-plated Ninja Headband or equivilent. (since it is hard to get the headband if you don't already have it)
2.) Must have been in the clan for more then twenty days.
3.) Must take a quiz on Chakra. (Testing on all three uses of chakra and how it is used. Including where the chakra is stored and where it goes.)
4.) Must take a quiz on hand seals.
5.) Must make at least six illusional copies.
6.) A tournament will be held, the top two people who have won will become a Jounin.
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Posted: Mon Jul 10, 2006 5:59 pm
Shinji entered the dojo, carrying his commonly worn battle garb. He never wore the under armor most ninja wore, so he could move much more effectively. However, today he wore partial platemail, bracers, chestplate, leggings... All part of training for the Jounin tournament. He had the mind to win, but lacked the physical body. His last fight in the chuunin exam had been all silk and explosions from his side of things.
To train, he set up an enemy tree using the rafters. He tied planks to the beams that stretched across the ceiling, each about a foot apart. A deep, cleansing breath, and he began. Starting with a palm thrust at the nearest plank, using no chakra in his movements. He moved to another plank and struck it with his elbow, then gave another puch to the returning plank he struck first.
His attacks would continue on the planks for a good amount of time, maybe 20 minutes, until he had to stop for a breather. There had been several instances of panic, but his previous training with focus had allowed him to regain control... Until he was tired like now.
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Posted: Tue Jul 11, 2006 1:04 pm
"Okay, again." Shinji got up and repeated the exercise, maxing his time by a couple secconds more. Not much, but it was there. He wasn't exactly training his body, but more, finding little stance changes that would imporve his fighting. Instead of a closed fist, he used the part of the hand just below the palm where it waws hard. The attack eliminated the possibility of the wrist bending and allowed a more solid, direct hit.
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Posted: Tue Jul 11, 2006 6:53 pm
A good two hours of modifying his movements, and he could feel that it would be easier to fight if he could but remember those few changes he had made. He took down the planks, leaving the armor on. It would stay on in his daily routine until the jounin tournament. The extra weight would turn every action into a training exercise.
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Posted: Tue Jul 11, 2006 8:14 pm
"I can't let my body give up like last time." Shinji walked over to a kicking bag, taking off his armor. It would only impead his endurance training. "I'll try harder for the Chuunin tournament...." He kicked the bag with a standard swing of his leg coming to equal height with his stomach. "I'll show them I can suceed." He kicked again, same motion. "I'll show them I don't quit on purpose." Another blow...and another... and another...
"I will have respect from that man... the one with the white hair." He gave a few more hard kicks, his pants slowly began to turn red. Seeping from the shins, into the fibers. Eventually, he stopped and bandaged himself, leaving a red spot on the kicking bag.
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Posted: Wed Jul 12, 2006 3:03 pm
Shinji returned to his training after a short breather. He clenched his fists tight, making resounding cracks. "I'm a chuunin now, I can't be Mr. Happt Time... I have to get more serious." He let loose a straight punch for the bag, then followed up with a jab. He used no chakra in his motions so he could get full training out of his energy. If he increased his muscle strength, he wouldn't need to rely on chakra.
A few more strikes of varying type, elbow, backhand, dual palm thrust, double hand bludgeon from the side... He continued his random arm attacks for up to twenty minutes, stopping for another breather. He had a few soldier pills on him, and he'd use them when he truely needed to.
Another training session, this time, his legs again. This time, it wasn't the same kick again and again, this time, he varried his attacks, finding new ways to strike, He'd fall down a couple times, finding attacks that would be impossible to perform, and finding those that would be simple, but devastating. "This time, my objective IS victory. The winner advances in rank, the losers just get a beating. I can't let myself give up, even if it escalates to hospitalization.
This would become a daily routine, the enemy tree, striking the bags, they'd take up two hours of his day until the tournament began. Another hour would be directed towards studies on his opponents, as well as studies on various material that would be useful in any situation.
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Atsuma of the HonoredDead
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Posted: Thu Aug 10, 2006 10:39 am
Atsuma slips quietly into the Dojo, Oracle his grey and white barn owl clutching his gloved left hand with strong talons as Atsuma slid the door closed behind them.
Training, this was the first time Atsuma had bothered coming here. He usually trained at home where no one could watch, but as Oracle grew he felt it would be better to expose him to different settings, and other people. The bird never left his side these days, they were never seen appart. As far at Jutsus, they made an excellent team.
Atsuma knelt at the edge of the room, stroking Oracle's soft feathers as he concentrated on the birds eyes, taking up a shallow mental connection as he had done many times before. It was the same concept as his possession skill, only now it was a very slight hold he had, one that allowed them both free movement and thought but provided a channel for seggestion. In effect, it allowed Atsuma to direct Oracle in a way that would otherwise be impossible between boy and animal.
With the bond set, Astuma nodded, boosted Oracle into the air and drew a shirken. He provided Oracle with a mental image of the kunai in flight and need to catch it, and flicked it off. The bird, taking hold of his altered predatorial instinct was off as soon as it left his fingers, deftly plucking it from it's flight to swoop back towards his master and drop it before him.
"Good." Atsuma crooned, producing a chunk of raw pork and tossing it to the owl as it fluttered to the floor. He let the bird gulp down that tid bit, than began again, working over different manuevers and target speeds, until Oracle decided he had had enough and took a roost in the rafters, refusing to fly despite Atsuma's urging. oh well.
Atsuma than went to work on his own skills, illusions and katas mostly. Working to increase his mental and physical stamina.
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Posted: Wed Aug 16, 2006 9:21 am
Atsuma calls the quits well into his third hour of training, tacking a step back as he completes the endeding salutation of on of his many spirit forms, and sitting cross legged on the mats.
He simply breaths for a time, eyes half closed and blurring on a swirl of dust in a stream of sunlight. Than when nearly ten mintues have swept by in utter silence and stillness, he sits forward and stretches. Side splitz, center splitz, his hamstrings, arms, shoulders and back... it was a long careful end to his day in the dojo.
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Atsuma of the HonoredDead
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Posted: Thu Aug 31, 2006 6:33 pm
Shinji was in thought, but the only thing he could think of the help him think was to move a bit. In his hand was a kunai with a string tied to the ring. That string was wrapped around his right hand to be retreivable without running over and coming back. He simply threw the weapon at a post, trying to hit a red spot the size of a penny. It was a small target, but he wasn't actually taking his time on the throws. Most ninja of chuunin level wouldn't bother with kunai practice, because they could hit with a little aim, but hitting whithout aiming?
A series of throws in the general direction of the post, strengthening his arm and getting blood to flow faster in his body. A yank, and the kunai came back to him for another throw.
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Posted: Tue Sep 05, 2006 3:30 pm
Atsuma rolls to his feet with the intention of heading home for the evening, only the pause as Shinji's activities caught his attention. He admired his fellow nin's style of training, and dedication but even with effort, couldn't bring them forth in himself.
Hitting a target without aiming, well that was something most ninja never bothered to consider. Of course with his usual blindfolded practice, and lack of dependance on visual cues, Atsuma was more apt to hit things he can't see than most, but it was also a handicap in it's own right. Fighting without the blindfold in daylight was painful and damaging, even if he could see marginally better than any opponent pitted against him, he risked blindness in his latter years by doing it to much. Than sight would even be a choice.
Atsuma nodded and slipped past, with these thoughts in mind his fingers slipping the strip of black goze from his tunic and tieing it across his eyes with practiced ease. It was practically reflex by now... He would no doubt see Shinji latter, and as par the usual course, didn't bother with words. Blind and mute, that was the impression he tended to give to those that didn't know any better.
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Atsuma of the HonoredDead
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Posted: Fri Sep 08, 2006 3:50 pm
Shinji's repetitive actions began to bore him. His thoughts were getting him nowhere. He untied the kunai on a return and wove the thread back into his clothing. He took a couple secconds to aim his throw, and hurled the knife. It hit, dead center. Shinji didn't bother with showing any emotion to his sucess, only monotoned contentment. He left to finish the necesary preperations for his weapon project.
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Posted: Mon Oct 09, 2006 8:21 am
Shinji entered the dojo carrying a small mirror. He looked deep into the reflective glass tool, as if studying his own eyes. He hands soon took the form of several seals, coming together slowly, Monkey, bird, tiger, serpent, drangon, hare... His eyelid twitched as a flash entered his eye, glazing over the surface. His jaw trembled and he looked up from his own reflection. He had triggered the chemicals in the body that make the brain feel fear. It was a method of releiving the body of it's limitations and pumped large amounts of adrenaline about.
Because of the fear, the user would become more accutely tuned in with sounds and subtle movment. His reaction speed practically doubled, and his muscles had little to no limiting factors. Unfortunately, this made it difficult to stand still or move delicately and slowly. A shiver ran up his spine at the sound of a branch breaking, throwing a kunai only to pin a squirel to a tree by the fur on the end of it's tail. Shinji's breathing was hoarse as he turned slowly around to look into the mirror, placing his hands into the proper seal, and uttered the word "Dispell" Through trembling lips...
He dropped to his hands and knees gasping. The entire technique would likely be more exhausting and less effective than opening a chakra gate strength wise, but it offered the awareness of fear and the instantaneous movements of instinctive behavior.
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Atsuma of the HonoredDead
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Posted: Fri Dec 08, 2006 6:03 pm
A pale barn owl swooped into the dojo to light silently in the rafters above shinji, it's presense a sure sign that Atsuma was not far behind. Easily as quiet at his companion, Atsuma would step through the narrow gap in the entrance way, and slide the doors smoothly closed at his back before tugging the black veil from his eyes, and turning to look upon shinji, where the other boy knelt, panting. He made a brief hand-seal to dispel the sentinal technique he had been using with Oracle and gave the owl a small nod before tossing it a scrap of meat and returning his faded crimson stare to Shinji.
Atsuma regarded the scene before him with careful silence before crossing to shinji's side, and offering down the un-opened water bottle which he had carried with him. "I thought I'd might find you here." He said faintly, twisting the veil between the fingers of his free hand. "Do you have a moment?" Not a word about what shinji had done to put himself in such a state, or even a hint to suggest Atsuma noticed his disleveled appearance, other than the offering of the water, and even that seemed entirely casual.
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Posted: Tue Dec 12, 2006 12:50 pm
Shinij swallowed a gast of air to calm his breaths, then brought one hand onto his right knee, then pushing up to get standing. He nodded and took a sip of water, swallowing it quickly. "So, what's up?" Shinji closed one eye at a time and pressed down on the lids to try to get rid of some pressure that the illusion left lingering in his body. He didn't look that roughed up, but he did look a bit paled from what the technique did.
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