Separate but Equal, standing tall at opposite ends of the Land of Fire, are two Kings. Both of these kings share equal right to rule these lands, one it's shield, the other its sword, and somewhere along the long lineage of these two kings, they've become enemies. Once long ago these lands flourished in peace and prosperity, but eventually the delusion sets in for all things, and entropy leads to War. Still, we have much more a ways to fall, as the red moon looms eerily over the forest turned battlefield filled with young shinobi and their fearless leader. There was little known about the great tree, or exactly what the Daimyo was planning, but something had to be done before it was too late. The board was set and the pieces began to file out among the trees, choosing their positions and the role they would play in the coming encounter. Given the unknown they were up against, experience didn't matter when it came to who would survive this mission. Fate held the cards tonight.
"Niner Yankee Zero Zero Bravo One standing by. Eyes on your rears" Takai spoke into a headset with a calm and serious tone, despite the smile on his face. Even against the insurmountable odds they faced as a group, it was together through the Will of Fire that he knew they would all prevail. A legacy so strong that it burns in the blood of each and every shinobi of the village hidden in the leaves. Tonight, that Will would be put to its test.
Adorned in full black battle regalia, rather than his usual robes, his attire was much more body tight, with a black battle vest. combat boots, and his several weapons holstered about his body. His long flowing black hair still rustled with the winds, which pushed the leaves all about making it more difficult to discern the positioning of enemies that could be surrounding them in enemy territory. Takai was positioned to the rear guard, not looking to engage the front lines of any encounter until the time was right. As one of the medics on this mission, it was up to him to keep all of the shinobi of his squad in his constant assessment. Some of the members of this secret squadron were much younger than expected, but every member of this squad was known for their exceptional skill, despite age or rank, and it was clear each would see their full potential put to the test. Silently passing from tree to tree, he took watch over some of the younger members of the group, making sure he kept that eye on them through the course of the battle, in case they did need assistance. It wasn't long before that seemed like it might prove true.
Yet to his surprise, as the fighting broke out and the enemies ambush began, what he saw before him was a pack of fierce warriors, each holding their own in the fight ahead. This was only the beginning, but his grin never faded as he watched from the trees, puppet parts flying everywhere from the carnage. Holding back his own ability, he continued to keep watch of the situation, not looking to engage his abilities into the fray of battle just yet. Still, he couldn't be helped from having a little fun. Reaching to his back, Takai pulled out one of his larger swords with a more multifaceted purpose. It was a thin tipped long sword, a bit unique in its shape and nature, too heavy for most to wield with one hand or in the manner it was designed, for piercing rather than slashing. A unique blade that was particularly special to Takai, as his chakra flowed into the blade, it couldn't help but glisten in the moonlight, the chakra itself shimmering off of the blade.
"Light of the Fire of the Mother Goddess, grant us protection on this night. We come seeking to fight for our independence from these horrors, and by your Will may we know Retribution." Holding his blade on front of him, he gently stroked his hand across his blade, passing his energy with each lingering stroke. From atop the tree, Takai swung the tremendous blade around his body one-handed with ease and speed, the light present in the air for a moment with each swing. Launching himself off the tree branch towards the clearing below, Takai targeted two puppets heading closer to the group from the rear line. Several more we're coming in the distance to back up the ones already there, and it would take speed to deal with all of them. Landing just behind the two puppets in his gaze, Takai took a deep breath and let his focus increase. As time seemed to slow, his motions became a fluid dance, the first pierce like a flash of light, the target not even noticeable to the naked eye. Within no time at all the next strike came with another flash of light, and the third, fourth, and by the time a second had passed, the light of his blade simply covered every portion of the two puppets before him, both struck in an innumerable amount of very specific points. A few more seconds passed and his attack was finished, the two puppets unable to even respond from the attack. It isn't the power of the strikes that devastate the opponent however, and within moments later each and every one of their joints fell apart, leaving all of the pieces to collapse into a pile on the floor. Releasing his sigh, he turned around and looked towards the approaching five or so enemies that still headed for him and the others.
"Mercy Upon Us All" Takai uttered onto the battlefield, gripping his blade loosely and settling into one of his more graceful stances. With another deep breath, he focused his chakra into his blade, this time to preform a more specific combination attack that would take out all of his opponents again in one fell swoop. Takai was not one for taking chances, or exhausting too many resources, and one of his larger attacks would only seek to do just that. Staring down his enemies, he exerted the force of his chakra with the fluid motion of his water style.
"Water Style" His words slipped from his mouth as his body began to launch towards his enemies. The waters of the water style chakra began to flow from his blade, but not the normal blue as one would expect, but glistening white waters, that encompassed the entire blade, reaching down his arm, and outward past the hilt itself, creating what was a dual sided blade of water extending from the tip of the sword itself to what was now the tip of a blade of water, all of it shimmering with the white energy of his chakra. Positioning now between all five of the puppets, he landed with a single fluid motion, as his feet touched the ground, his waters, surrounded his body coming off his arm like tendrils of water, reaching to each of the targets, swirling in the same motion as his body. Each of the tendrils of water swirled around their respective puppet bodies, and wrapped themselves tightly around their target, holding them in place for his attack. With a smile, he lowered his body down, dipping deep so his hand and blade was in line with the bodies of the puppets, and continuing the swift fluid motion of his attack, he spun his blade of water over his head, despite the large size of his physical blade, it all swirled at a rapid speed, creating a fan-like attack as the blade flashed a white light and the water sliced through all of the bodies at high speed. With each spin of the blade the water and the steel cut through the parts of the puppets, decimating them to pieces like their predecessors. Torrential Spinning Blade!
As the technique finished, Takai was left standing there with his blade firmly held with one hand, still shinning its white glow, positioned out in front of his body. The water crashed down onto the puppet bodies, spreading across the forest floor, as Takai let out one final deep exhale. With a swift flick-like motion he returned the blade to its sheath on his back, the puppets reduced to a pile of nothing scattered about the ground. Turning around and looking onward, he began to prepare himself further mentally. Much more difficult opponents would be ahead, and a clear mind would be required to keep everyone safe through these times.
Two Kings do battle, but they are not the ones that will face Death tonight. Fate shall decide the Victor, but the Game must still be played. And to the Victor, the Spoils.
[Marked for Training]
[Wc=1,477
"Niner Yankee Zero Zero Bravo One standing by. Eyes on your rears" Takai spoke into a headset with a calm and serious tone, despite the smile on his face. Even against the insurmountable odds they faced as a group, it was together through the Will of Fire that he knew they would all prevail. A legacy so strong that it burns in the blood of each and every shinobi of the village hidden in the leaves. Tonight, that Will would be put to its test.
Adorned in full black battle regalia, rather than his usual robes, his attire was much more body tight, with a black battle vest. combat boots, and his several weapons holstered about his body. His long flowing black hair still rustled with the winds, which pushed the leaves all about making it more difficult to discern the positioning of enemies that could be surrounding them in enemy territory. Takai was positioned to the rear guard, not looking to engage the front lines of any encounter until the time was right. As one of the medics on this mission, it was up to him to keep all of the shinobi of his squad in his constant assessment. Some of the members of this secret squadron were much younger than expected, but every member of this squad was known for their exceptional skill, despite age or rank, and it was clear each would see their full potential put to the test. Silently passing from tree to tree, he took watch over some of the younger members of the group, making sure he kept that eye on them through the course of the battle, in case they did need assistance. It wasn't long before that seemed like it might prove true.
Yet to his surprise, as the fighting broke out and the enemies ambush began, what he saw before him was a pack of fierce warriors, each holding their own in the fight ahead. This was only the beginning, but his grin never faded as he watched from the trees, puppet parts flying everywhere from the carnage. Holding back his own ability, he continued to keep watch of the situation, not looking to engage his abilities into the fray of battle just yet. Still, he couldn't be helped from having a little fun. Reaching to his back, Takai pulled out one of his larger swords with a more multifaceted purpose. It was a thin tipped long sword, a bit unique in its shape and nature, too heavy for most to wield with one hand or in the manner it was designed, for piercing rather than slashing. A unique blade that was particularly special to Takai, as his chakra flowed into the blade, it couldn't help but glisten in the moonlight, the chakra itself shimmering off of the blade.
"Light of the Fire of the Mother Goddess, grant us protection on this night. We come seeking to fight for our independence from these horrors, and by your Will may we know Retribution." Holding his blade on front of him, he gently stroked his hand across his blade, passing his energy with each lingering stroke. From atop the tree, Takai swung the tremendous blade around his body one-handed with ease and speed, the light present in the air for a moment with each swing. Launching himself off the tree branch towards the clearing below, Takai targeted two puppets heading closer to the group from the rear line. Several more we're coming in the distance to back up the ones already there, and it would take speed to deal with all of them. Landing just behind the two puppets in his gaze, Takai took a deep breath and let his focus increase. As time seemed to slow, his motions became a fluid dance, the first pierce like a flash of light, the target not even noticeable to the naked eye. Within no time at all the next strike came with another flash of light, and the third, fourth, and by the time a second had passed, the light of his blade simply covered every portion of the two puppets before him, both struck in an innumerable amount of very specific points. A few more seconds passed and his attack was finished, the two puppets unable to even respond from the attack. It isn't the power of the strikes that devastate the opponent however, and within moments later each and every one of their joints fell apart, leaving all of the pieces to collapse into a pile on the floor. Releasing his sigh, he turned around and looked towards the approaching five or so enemies that still headed for him and the others.
"Mercy Upon Us All" Takai uttered onto the battlefield, gripping his blade loosely and settling into one of his more graceful stances. With another deep breath, he focused his chakra into his blade, this time to preform a more specific combination attack that would take out all of his opponents again in one fell swoop. Takai was not one for taking chances, or exhausting too many resources, and one of his larger attacks would only seek to do just that. Staring down his enemies, he exerted the force of his chakra with the fluid motion of his water style.
"Water Style" His words slipped from his mouth as his body began to launch towards his enemies. The waters of the water style chakra began to flow from his blade, but not the normal blue as one would expect, but glistening white waters, that encompassed the entire blade, reaching down his arm, and outward past the hilt itself, creating what was a dual sided blade of water extending from the tip of the sword itself to what was now the tip of a blade of water, all of it shimmering with the white energy of his chakra. Positioning now between all five of the puppets, he landed with a single fluid motion, as his feet touched the ground, his waters, surrounded his body coming off his arm like tendrils of water, reaching to each of the targets, swirling in the same motion as his body. Each of the tendrils of water swirled around their respective puppet bodies, and wrapped themselves tightly around their target, holding them in place for his attack. With a smile, he lowered his body down, dipping deep so his hand and blade was in line with the bodies of the puppets, and continuing the swift fluid motion of his attack, he spun his blade of water over his head, despite the large size of his physical blade, it all swirled at a rapid speed, creating a fan-like attack as the blade flashed a white light and the water sliced through all of the bodies at high speed. With each spin of the blade the water and the steel cut through the parts of the puppets, decimating them to pieces like their predecessors. Torrential Spinning Blade!
As the technique finished, Takai was left standing there with his blade firmly held with one hand, still shinning its white glow, positioned out in front of his body. The water crashed down onto the puppet bodies, spreading across the forest floor, as Takai let out one final deep exhale. With a swift flick-like motion he returned the blade to its sheath on his back, the puppets reduced to a pile of nothing scattered about the ground. Turning around and looking onward, he began to prepare himself further mentally. Much more difficult opponents would be ahead, and a clear mind would be required to keep everyone safe through these times.
Two Kings do battle, but they are not the ones that will face Death tonight. Fate shall decide the Victor, but the Game must still be played. And to the Victor, the Spoils.
[Marked for Training]
[Wc=1,477