The small gym in the Toraono complex that had become the place he lived in was cleared out a bit more than normal for todays training. In the far corner away from the exit leading to the outside the door to the tiny broom closet the boy called a room opened up. Michino stepped out wearing only the baggy traveling pants that Sunan merchants wore to ward off the heat while moving through the desert. The ends of the pants were tapped to his ankles with training tape as was the waist to ensure that they stayed on. For Michino, the pants were more than just his generic taste in clothes, but also his favored style of combat. It was a style of slight of hand that involved quick and precise strikes at key vital points. He had belief that a lot could be told by a combatant's leg movements and the bagginess of the pants allowed some room in secrecy.
Over the last few years of training the few things that the boy excelled in were Genjutsu, speed, accuracy, and wit. Since overcoming the problems that were due to his mental health he had far more time to devote to studying everything that was backlogged. Over the course of weeks he consumed all he could get his hands on, often staying at the library until close then appearing the next day at opening. He took home with him as many books as he could carry and returned them all the next; when did the boy found time for sleep was a good question.
Today he was going to try and place that study into a physical practice with the first being his sneak attack. His feet made no sound as he let his breath go and focused chakra into the soles to damper the sound he made walking across the tiles. The practice alone was already starting to eat at some of his stamina as physical training was never his forte. His feet brought him before a dummy that was set up with full appendages and marks on vital areas. Like a medical student cramming for a test he had devoured all knowledge he could get his hands on regarding these spots on the human body. While there was quite a lot at the library he could get his hands on the more complex material was under lock and key behind a Medical License. In a way it became a new found dream if just to expand his knowledge a step further. He stood a simple two feet away from the dummy and focused his eyes on the neck. with a sudden movement he reached into the hidden pocket of his pants to grabb for the dull knife he usually practiced with only to find a different shape. Pulling it out he found his mothers heirloom, the battle razor, in his hand.
"Wha-?"
A demon slaying knife perhaps? Or a slaying demon knife perhaps. Cursed maybe.
"It would explain why it's in my pocket. I'm pretty sure I left it locked up in my dresser."
Michino shurgged it off. He needed to practice and since the weapon insisted on being used he decided to be as serious as the weapon intended to be. Once again he moved two feet away from the dummy and slid the knife back into his pocket. Strangely, the battle razor felt like it weighed nothing which brought about the idea that maybe he should give it a pat. He patted it once, twice, and then franticly a third time to find that indeed the knife was not there now. This quirked the teenager's mind as opposed to annoying or frightening him. Deciding to go on instinct he faced the dummy normally and then went about his attack as normal. Once again, as if appearing from no where, it was in his hand and attacking the sweet spot on the upper arm. He pulled it back and took a better look at the blade to try and decipher the runes that were acid etched into its flat. The only thing he could work out was "demon" and "siphon".
"Well now then how the hell is it doing..."
Oh that's me, by the way. Really just boring watching you try to figure it out but yeah. Michi looked up from the knife to listen to the voice,
The knife has a special silver disc inside the handle that draws on 'evil' energy. Once enough is drawn in the knife becomes bonded to the user to be called at any time they will no matter where it is. I only know this because I can read your brain like a library and you studied these weapons shortly after meeting Kuro. Their called 'Spirit Blades' and are quite rare, mainly because one had to be harboring natural evil chakra or a demon to even utilize one. This has been fun facts with -
The inner voice's name call was turned into garbled mush. It had tried to say a name and perhaps it just weirded out because the Other realized it didn't have a name. Without giving it a second thought Michino turned his eyes to the blade and decided to focus on the task at hand.
"Okay then, since that's what it is, then lets see what kind of power we can draw out."
Oh, oh, oh, is it my turn?! I've been waiting for this!
"Just remember," the Toraono said as he reached up to touch the mark on his chest and feed chakra into the tips of his fingers, "We share this body. Whatever you do to it reflects on both of us."
Yeah, yeah, let's do this already!
Losing control of the arm that he was touching his seal with the hand tilted in a 90 degree angle to activate the mark Kuro gave to him. Michi was given the odd feeling of losing complete control over his body but still being able to watch the events. On whim he decided to turn his head away from what was being viewed by his body and what was in his mind. His heart skipped a beat. Inside of his mind was an old library style of bookshelves full of everything he had ever known that stretched on for what seems like eternity.
"Hey be careful in there," his other half warned, "If you lose yourself in there I take full control. Or something. I really don't know what will happen but the ol' gut says bad. So do us a favor and not."
Michino nodded and faced back to watch himself maifest the inner powers of the Toraono demons. The seal, having been loosened, called forth its power that thumped within his blood; power that his split personality had sealed within him. In order for him to call out the strength he would have to give reign of his body over to that self. Dark purple colored streaks of chakra rose from out of his body as he waved the blade back in forth as if to warm up.
"Let me show you how to really fight, cuz you suck at it."
Michino's body and aura flickered out of vision for anyone without special vision and reappeared on the other side of the dummy another two feet away. Cuts suddenly began to appear all over the stuffed opponent in both vital spots and not. The head fell off with a clean slice across the shoulders.
"Well," Michino muttered inside of his own mind, clearly impressed. He could already feel the stamina and toll it was taking on his muscles though, "That's enough for one day though, we don't want to-"
"But wait there's more!"
His free hand reached up to touch the seal again and, with a pulse of chakra, twisted it further open. Powerful waves of chakra exploded forth and rocked the small gym's walls with their fury. The primal roar of a greater feline echoed through the gym as Michino's grew more and more feral. Even his ears started to resemble that of a feline's. His body seemed to grow stronger and looked as if it had even become larger. The evil fueled creature that was trying to take over the teenager's body turned back towards the dummy and rose its arm in attack. A white invisible hand gripped the wrist of the armed hand and immediatly the energy dispersed into nothing. The teenager collapsed on the floor panting, his form returned to normal with his knife falling to clatter against the tiles before sliding away a good distance. Not a single protest came from his head as he carefully turned the seal back to close and slid his finger across to lock it. Attacking in that form was going to take some more practice as well as learning how to get long with his other side. Through the use of genjutsu was he able to force his other half back into its place and regain control, though the effects of using such powerful negative energy on himself showed. He did however find it amusing that an old cut on the back of his hand from knife training a few days ago was completely healed and scarred over. It was no doubt due to the energy inside of him and was probably why he was suddenly twice as healthy as he had ever been before the sealing ritual. Yet today's training session told him how much further he still had to go before he was able to master everything his body had to offer; hidden or otherwise.
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Over the last few years of training the few things that the boy excelled in were Genjutsu, speed, accuracy, and wit. Since overcoming the problems that were due to his mental health he had far more time to devote to studying everything that was backlogged. Over the course of weeks he consumed all he could get his hands on, often staying at the library until close then appearing the next day at opening. He took home with him as many books as he could carry and returned them all the next; when did the boy found time for sleep was a good question.
Today he was going to try and place that study into a physical practice with the first being his sneak attack. His feet made no sound as he let his breath go and focused chakra into the soles to damper the sound he made walking across the tiles. The practice alone was already starting to eat at some of his stamina as physical training was never his forte. His feet brought him before a dummy that was set up with full appendages and marks on vital areas. Like a medical student cramming for a test he had devoured all knowledge he could get his hands on regarding these spots on the human body. While there was quite a lot at the library he could get his hands on the more complex material was under lock and key behind a Medical License. In a way it became a new found dream if just to expand his knowledge a step further. He stood a simple two feet away from the dummy and focused his eyes on the neck. with a sudden movement he reached into the hidden pocket of his pants to grabb for the dull knife he usually practiced with only to find a different shape. Pulling it out he found his mothers heirloom, the battle razor, in his hand.
"Wha-?"
A demon slaying knife perhaps? Or a slaying demon knife perhaps. Cursed maybe.
"It would explain why it's in my pocket. I'm pretty sure I left it locked up in my dresser."
Michino shurgged it off. He needed to practice and since the weapon insisted on being used he decided to be as serious as the weapon intended to be. Once again he moved two feet away from the dummy and slid the knife back into his pocket. Strangely, the battle razor felt like it weighed nothing which brought about the idea that maybe he should give it a pat. He patted it once, twice, and then franticly a third time to find that indeed the knife was not there now. This quirked the teenager's mind as opposed to annoying or frightening him. Deciding to go on instinct he faced the dummy normally and then went about his attack as normal. Once again, as if appearing from no where, it was in his hand and attacking the sweet spot on the upper arm. He pulled it back and took a better look at the blade to try and decipher the runes that were acid etched into its flat. The only thing he could work out was "demon" and "siphon".
"Well now then how the hell is it doing..."
Oh that's me, by the way. Really just boring watching you try to figure it out but yeah. Michi looked up from the knife to listen to the voice,
The knife has a special silver disc inside the handle that draws on 'evil' energy. Once enough is drawn in the knife becomes bonded to the user to be called at any time they will no matter where it is. I only know this because I can read your brain like a library and you studied these weapons shortly after meeting Kuro. Their called 'Spirit Blades' and are quite rare, mainly because one had to be harboring natural evil chakra or a demon to even utilize one. This has been fun facts with -
The inner voice's name call was turned into garbled mush. It had tried to say a name and perhaps it just weirded out because the Other realized it didn't have a name. Without giving it a second thought Michino turned his eyes to the blade and decided to focus on the task at hand.
"Okay then, since that's what it is, then lets see what kind of power we can draw out."
Oh, oh, oh, is it my turn?! I've been waiting for this!
"Just remember," the Toraono said as he reached up to touch the mark on his chest and feed chakra into the tips of his fingers, "We share this body. Whatever you do to it reflects on both of us."
Yeah, yeah, let's do this already!
Losing control of the arm that he was touching his seal with the hand tilted in a 90 degree angle to activate the mark Kuro gave to him. Michi was given the odd feeling of losing complete control over his body but still being able to watch the events. On whim he decided to turn his head away from what was being viewed by his body and what was in his mind. His heart skipped a beat. Inside of his mind was an old library style of bookshelves full of everything he had ever known that stretched on for what seems like eternity.
"Hey be careful in there," his other half warned, "If you lose yourself in there I take full control. Or something. I really don't know what will happen but the ol' gut says bad. So do us a favor and not."
Michino nodded and faced back to watch himself maifest the inner powers of the Toraono demons. The seal, having been loosened, called forth its power that thumped within his blood; power that his split personality had sealed within him. In order for him to call out the strength he would have to give reign of his body over to that self. Dark purple colored streaks of chakra rose from out of his body as he waved the blade back in forth as if to warm up.
"Let me show you how to really fight, cuz you suck at it."
Michino's body and aura flickered out of vision for anyone without special vision and reappeared on the other side of the dummy another two feet away. Cuts suddenly began to appear all over the stuffed opponent in both vital spots and not. The head fell off with a clean slice across the shoulders.
"Well," Michino muttered inside of his own mind, clearly impressed. He could already feel the stamina and toll it was taking on his muscles though, "That's enough for one day though, we don't want to-"
"But wait there's more!"
His free hand reached up to touch the seal again and, with a pulse of chakra, twisted it further open. Powerful waves of chakra exploded forth and rocked the small gym's walls with their fury. The primal roar of a greater feline echoed through the gym as Michino's grew more and more feral. Even his ears started to resemble that of a feline's. His body seemed to grow stronger and looked as if it had even become larger. The evil fueled creature that was trying to take over the teenager's body turned back towards the dummy and rose its arm in attack. A white invisible hand gripped the wrist of the armed hand and immediatly the energy dispersed into nothing. The teenager collapsed on the floor panting, his form returned to normal with his knife falling to clatter against the tiles before sliding away a good distance. Not a single protest came from his head as he carefully turned the seal back to close and slid his finger across to lock it. Attacking in that form was going to take some more practice as well as learning how to get long with his other side. Through the use of genjutsu was he able to force his other half back into its place and regain control, though the effects of using such powerful negative energy on himself showed. He did however find it amusing that an old cut on the back of his hand from knife training a few days ago was completely healed and scarred over. It was no doubt due to the energy inside of him and was probably why he was suddenly twice as healthy as he had ever been before the sealing ritual. Yet today's training session told him how much further he still had to go before he was able to master everything his body had to offer; hidden or otherwise.
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