Drips of sweat splashed against a wooden floor, meeting together into a pool formed around three fingers - the index, the thumb, and the middle. Raised above those three lone hand digits was a full man propping himself up with only the slightest shake. His heavy form was gone, easily erased once he began to take cardio seriously. It was toning the individual muscles back to their peak form once again that had prove to be far more than trivial. Though the old assassin did have to comment - having a reserve of chakra that replenished itself was groudbreaking.
Even before he retired for the second time, Uzu rarely used any more chakra than he absolutely needed to. It was a habit formed from not having a viable one that had been ravished by cancer. The way he had once pulled a demented form of Nature Chakra into the little lead ball that then lived in his stomach to keep up with actual shinobi proved to be just as much his gift as it did his bane. Because he had already once lived an entire life without free use of chakra the assassin had a very creative mind in how to use it to quickly regain a modicum of his old strength.
While the stance he held now was purely physical, within he was using the chakra coil to send currents of electricity to further tone his muscles to maximize their potential. He was entirely a physical fighter, with the idea of Ninjutsu quite alien to him beyond certain uses. Genjutsu was more his flair, but only because he could naturally pull off specific techniques without the need of chakra - just his presence, fame, and eyes alone were enough to paralyze certain people. With the aid of his new coil he pondered on how to do that same effect to those who could stand next to him in strength. Toushin had seen it happen to Tama before, even. The scientist had a closet full of skeletons that could easily be twisted against him.
The fingers bent down, and then extended again with an explosion of energy, pushing the assassin into the air as he tucked into a somersault back down to land on his feet without a sound. With absolute muscle control he flexed every single fiber of his being at once, the sudden force exploding the sweat from his body where clothing didn’t trap it instead. With a deep breath and exhale, his black eyes opened to look around the luxury suite he had transformed into a temporary dojo. At the end of it remained a single box marked with the Takahashi clan logo. His new arm, ready to be attached when he was.
Soon.
[MFT]
Even before he retired for the second time, Uzu rarely used any more chakra than he absolutely needed to. It was a habit formed from not having a viable one that had been ravished by cancer. The way he had once pulled a demented form of Nature Chakra into the little lead ball that then lived in his stomach to keep up with actual shinobi proved to be just as much his gift as it did his bane. Because he had already once lived an entire life without free use of chakra the assassin had a very creative mind in how to use it to quickly regain a modicum of his old strength.
While the stance he held now was purely physical, within he was using the chakra coil to send currents of electricity to further tone his muscles to maximize their potential. He was entirely a physical fighter, with the idea of Ninjutsu quite alien to him beyond certain uses. Genjutsu was more his flair, but only because he could naturally pull off specific techniques without the need of chakra - just his presence, fame, and eyes alone were enough to paralyze certain people. With the aid of his new coil he pondered on how to do that same effect to those who could stand next to him in strength. Toushin had seen it happen to Tama before, even. The scientist had a closet full of skeletons that could easily be twisted against him.
The fingers bent down, and then extended again with an explosion of energy, pushing the assassin into the air as he tucked into a somersault back down to land on his feet without a sound. With absolute muscle control he flexed every single fiber of his being at once, the sudden force exploding the sweat from his body where clothing didn’t trap it instead. With a deep breath and exhale, his black eyes opened to look around the luxury suite he had transformed into a temporary dojo. At the end of it remained a single box marked with the Takahashi clan logo. His new arm, ready to be attached when he was.
Soon.
[MFT]