Sometimes you fall behind [Open]

[Takahashi Matsu]

Matsu sat absentmindedly next to the training grounds for the students. Upon his right hip were the wrappings for his family heirloom. It was a weapon made of feathersteel glass which very few ever had the privilege to own let alone see. It was carefully wrapped and guarded for a variety of reasons, but it was definitely an oddity given its unusual size for a simple sword. He had pulled down his face mask and removed his hat exposing that he was bald and that his skin, even his face, ears, nose, lips, and eyelids were tattoo'd with runic terran inscriptions of various natures that one would have little comprehension when reading. In his hand is what one would consider a desert apple. He knew not where it came from as he was born beneath the sands like many. The upper world was a mystery he had never seen. But that was of little importance right now. Now, he was eating his apple and enjoying its somewhat bitter taste. Wiping some juice from his mouth with the back of bandaged hands, he was to wait. He had been sent here to help some of the newer students catch up to the others so that maybe, just maybe, they could be squeezed into a group exam. As always, Matsu had obliged his cousin. He was a teacher and he enjoyed making sure that the youth were prepared for their futures. It wasn't easy. Death was frequent. He made that apparent often enough. Upon finishing his apple, were one not to arrive before such a time, he'd return the cloth up over his nose and place his hat once more upon his head and rise from his seating position to wait in said predetermined location for even just one child to arrive.

[Edit to reflect this is a class]

 

[Miroku Riyota]

Riyota steadily walked forward, he was not paying the slightest bit of attention to where he was going, he continued walking forward, kicking up Sand on his way. His hood bounced up and down as he stepped and the ears on top of it flapped up and down. He began softly humming to himself on his way, he assumed the area was clear and kept staring at his feet, wiggling his toes in his sandals.

He soon started swaying slowly, left and right, growing bored of just walking. "Pfft, no-one's ever around when I'm nearby." he sighed. "Sand is getting so booooooring." He pouted, kicking up a massive cloud of the floor beneath him.

It didn't take long for him to feel the consequences of not paying attention to his surroundings as very soon he collided with something...no...someone. He fell backwards onto his butt and grumpily glanced up at the thing that got in his way. He saw a quite large man and a shape on the mans belt that looked distinctly like a sword...A very large sword, he took a glance at his own blade, which seemed like a blunt knife in the presence of the other. He took a good look at the man himself, and decided to say the only logical thing in that situation. "S-sorry..." He went pale.

 

[Takahashi Matsu]

"Apology accepted. Though, be careful. Others might execute you for it."<i></i> A smile twisted beneath this mask as he extended his wrapped hand down towards the one who fell. He would help him up, if he accepted, and there'd be nothing more to it. Matsu, unlike Sarunishi whom is deep below in the depths, is a more kind individual in many ways. Regardless of the outcome, Matsu would pace about here and there while contemplating this or that. Such an event would be obvious given his eye movements were one to watch. "Given your timing and the lack of others...I expect you are the one I need to be teaching. I am Takahashi Matsu. I'm a relative of the Steward and...whomever the other is. I always forget. Dreadful. Anyway. I'm told you may have fallen behind. What, exactly, do you want to learn child?"<i></i>

Matsu's voice was smooth and somewhat pacifying. He had a great deal of patience as well. He felt no need to rush nor push those around him to really accomplish anything. For now, he'd simply pace about the training space and wait for his replies. Perhaps this wasn't the student sent to him. Perhaps it was just some street urchin who was in the wrong place at exactly the right time. It was a trait Matsu would share, in that case, as he had a knack for getting into trouble and sorting it out spectacularly. "Whatever you wish to learn, my brain is quite pickable. I'm well versed in most arts."<i></i>

[For those reading, don't be afraid to join either and welcome our new addition]
[Edit for dumb coding]

 

[Miroku Riyota]

Riyota stared at the hand, unsure of whether or not to actually accept it, He had no idea what the man was talking about, and didn't really want to ask why. He was somewhat calmed by the man's voice however, he seemed calm enough. Riyota thought for a moment, he wasn't seeking out this man in particular, but it was true that he was certainly lacking in some areas of his training. He cast one last unsure glance at the man's hand before taking it and pulling himself up with it.

He stared with his green eyes reflecting the light emanating off of a nearby torch. He rubbed the back of his head and grinned, the ears on his hood flopping down. "So what's first Mr Boss-Man?" He chuckled slightly.

 

[Toraono Kuro]

Mouko Kuro had heard that Takahashi Matsu had returned to Suna after training at a distant Monastery. Eager to see Sousuke's cousin and what he might have accomplished for himself, the hunter avatar of Kuro made his approach quietly remembering how much Matsu loved to hunt. Perhaps once things settled down and they began to truly understand what the Cabal was and who had sent them they might go hunting together. There were many things that Kuro missed since becoming a Sennin and personal time to be around family and friends was one of many. Mouko Kuro stood at five feet, ten inches, weighing in at two hundred and eighty pounds. His silver gray mane of hair was parted down the middle and swept back into well oiled fighting a braid tightened, reinforced, and interlaced with black leather. With a massive twenty one inch neck Kuro’s hair didn’t conceal any of his muscle mass as it cascaded to the center of his upper back. Violet eyes with gold slits peered from a chocolate brow with large ebony horns growing from where a normal man’s temples would be. He wore a sand tone leather belt around his thirty six inch waist. The utility belt allowed Kuro to carry his scrolls, and weapons with ease. Kuro wore his battle pouch on his utility belt just above his right hip. Adjacent his pouch of kunai, Kuro wore a pair of collapsed fuuma shuriken. Kuro wore his leg sheath on his left leg just atop his fighting gi shorts with his medical wraps and summon scrolls. Mouko Kuro's limbs were covered with the runic terran markings of his hand and leg wraps. Kuro’s tail swished back and forth its tiger stripes faintly surging with chakra. His leather battle top enhanced and helped maintain the posture of his overly muscular upper body. Walking around the area he had yet to activate his enhanced sight as he looked around for Matsu.

 

[Takahashi Matsu]

"I leave that up to you, young sir."<i></i> This of course was a lie. As soon as the younger individual took his hand, Matsu's grip would tighten. Perhaps the young boy would escape or perhaps he'd leave things to his fate. As the muscles in his arm began to move, the boy would be flung sideways towards the torch. All of this would be done with Matsu's right hand which was his non-dominant. Perhaps the boy would be fine, smack into the wall, or simply escape his grip and scrambled along the ground. He didn't really care. This was training. "We begin with being prepared for those around you to try and cut your throat."<i></i>

Matsu's pupils shrunk as his left hand quickly removed the sword from its wrappings. In the light it was long and elegant. A deep black that looked as if time stopped and sand was suspended in a tidal wave of force within. There was no question to the importance of this weapon. They were rare and unlikely. Matsu was also of the same breed of being rare and unlikely. From deeper down than his more pleasant voice would suggest came a roar of words. "Make me bleed boy. When you do this lesson ends!"<i></i> Gripping the blade tightly in his left hand, blood began to drip onto the ground near his feet. It was, upon further inspection, exceptionally likely that this happened with Matsu's blade on the regular. Likely from the sounds, Kuro would be able to find Matsu in the training yard with the young man. He had no intent to kill the child, but there was a possibility he would maim him. He had very little regard for one's bodily integrity aside from death which was reserved for special judgement. The tattoos on the exposed skin that was the upper part of his nose and around his eyes flickered lightly a mellow orange as he stood there, waiting for the boy to make his moves.

 

[Miroku Riyota]

Riyota was scared again, How could he not be? He had taken the chance to trust the man he'd just met and now he was flying through the air extremely fast...Although in his head everything seemed to be going in slow-motion, he needed something anything to stop him from crashing into the sandstone wall. It seemed in front of him was just the thing.

He reached out his arms and grabbed the nearby pole, gripping tightly to avoid letting go from the sudden force of stopping. He gritted his teeth, his knee had been sliced by something he hadn't quite dodged. He swung back round and landed roughly on the sand, there was no time to question the man on his sudden attack, he might try to throw him again in the time it'll take. No, Riyota would have to strike first and ask questions later. He reached into his satchel and swiftly placed a smiley-face bandage on his cut. He looked at the man again, grabbing his short sword from his wast and unsheathing it, he darted quickly at the man, swinging wildly. Hoping to hit.

 

[Toraono Kuro]

Kuro's eyes singled out the actions of combat and he quickly activated his Byakkogan now able to monitor the entire flow of events. At first it would look like the tall tattooed man was about to kill the boy but with his eyes and his awareness of chakra Mouko Kuro determined that the older tattooed male was trying to force the young man to fight with true ferocity. It was a common Toraono Clan lesson but to see it from the other side as a bystander instead of as an instructor or a participant was truly enlightening as it allowed Kuro the perspective that onlookers might take. Walking up directly so that they can both see him but without interfering or getting in the midst of their session Kuro waited patiently in case minor healing was needed. The older male seemed very familiar, maybe he had already found Matsu after all but he could not be certain till he saw the markings on his hands as Matsu had begun tattooing himself in holy reverence as a child.

 

[Takahashi Matsu]

Blood welled between his digits. He flexed his hand and it spilled to the floor as goosebumps lined his skin. His smile would have split his face were it capable. Within the blade, the sandy effect if one were to look, would take a deeper red hue like that of blood spilled across the landscape. This, of course, was something Matsu was unfamiliar as he'd never been to the surface. The boy came at him wildly slashing with something so crude and unrefined. This would change. His blade would dart out and potentially knick the boy as he parried a few blows. Letting the boy's blade slide along his own, he'd force his hand up against it, letting the blade dig into his fingers...and no blood would flow just yet. The boy would have to try much harder to get through his skin. Of course, it elated Matsu to be engaged in conflict. The tattoos upon his face grew brighter in their illumination and those upon his hands began to begin their glowing.

"You gotta try much harder than that!"<i></i> His body shook with laughter as he rolled along the ground away from the boy. He'd likely feel accomplished getting a blow in. It was not that Matsu was sloppy, but that the boy had potential. He had potential and Matsu could only stop himself from so much. "That blade is all you have against the rest of the world. That and your spirit. Your soul. Your very essence. Spill it!"<i></i> Matsu would swing his left hand outward toward the boy, flinging a fair amount of blood across the landscape and potentially onto him. He licked his lips beneath his mask. Oh, what a good choice for initiation. It had become obvious that this was not the boy sent. That was fine. He liked this choice far more.

 

[Toraono Kuro]

Re: Sometimes you fall behind [Open/Class]

Matsu was training the boy well but it seemed the young man needed an edge to get passed Matsu's natural defenses. As he pressed on to land a strike on Matsu Kuro could see the young man did indeed a lot of training. Seeing how valiantly the young man was trying he saw the flicker of chakra amongst tattoo's. Takahashi Matsu had indeed returned to Sunagakure, things were changing for the better, well looks like the Cabal caused more than death and suffering. With a flicker of pressure Kuro laced the young man's shortsword in kinetic chakra, invisible to the eye but fierce and strong. Now the young man might actually stand a chance against Matsu for a brief moment. Kuro chuckled to himself, the Cabal had brought Suna to its lowest moment, now all it could do was rise and rise it would.

Kuro uses kinetic infusion on Riyota's shortsword... and empowered it to be stronger laced with his telekinesis but made sure it was Riyota that wielded the weapon with a minor pull of direction here and there from Kuro.

Spoiler

Kinetic Infusion
A technique that infuses kinetic chakra around an object, which allows the user to manipulate it without actually having to be in contact with it themselves.

Information
Prerequisites: - Kinesis Affinity, C-rank

Master: Allows the user to "wield" a weapon through chakra, though actions made with it have -1 Accuracy and cost +10% Cp. Actions made with this weapon have a 8% chance of activating the 'Psionic' effect.

Master Cost: 560 Cp, 280 Cp/Rnd

Notes:
- Lasts up to three rounds, and cannot stack.
- All actions made with this weapon use Ninjutsu Accuracy, and have all costs paid by the user as normal.
- This weapon receives Kinesis buffs; but not longer gains physical/melee/weapon buffs aside from augments.
- This weapon is not equipped by the user, and cannot be used with/while duel wielding in any way.
- This weapon may be attacked using called shot penalties. A full hit made against it has a 35% chance to disrupt this jutsu for a full round.
- The 'Psionic' effect treats the attack as a sneak attack. If already a sneak attack, this prevents the attack from being auto-dodged or revealing the user to others.

 

[Miroku Riyota]

Re: Sometimes you fall behind [Open/Class]

Riyota ran past and missed entirely, even having his arm grazed by the older man's blade as he ran, He saw the man roll to the side and shout something Riyota assumed was meant to be encouragement. Riyota stared at his blade, wondering why he had chosen something so light as a weapon, he should have gone with something much, much heavier.

He glanced at the blade again when he felt some sort of power flow into it, he was confused, this wasn't a magic blade of any sort was it? He didn't have time to look around to see if anyone was messing with it. He panted slightly and clutched his sword tightly again. There was a pillar next to him, he supposed he could use that as some sort of attack route. He darted towards it and ran up the side. He wasn't putting any sort of Chakra in his feet, he was just using pure speed to get himself enough height. After he had reached a good enough point he sprang off the pillar and soared towards the man, holding his sword out in front of him. He knew the blade was weak, and if he missed this attack, the sword would break.

He readied himself and prepared for a downwards strike.

 

[Takahashi Matsu]

Re: Sometimes you fall behind [Open/Class]

Matsu smiled at the gumption. With a flick of his blade which seemed to have a somewhat eerie red glow, he ran the length along his tongue and ingested it. With another swift motion of his left hand, he sheathed his blade once more. He had done enough for today. The tattoos upon his body began to glow a much deeper orange and much brighter than before. With minor clanking and thudding, his body shifted from a clothed individual to a heavily armoured being with a carnasaur looking helmet. The metal itself was coated in countless runic tattoos just like the skin that was hidden underneath his clothing. With the movement, Matsu moved ever so slightly and forced his hand directly into the blade. It was enough. Perhaps it would shatter after impact, but the blade forced itself deep into his palm and through the back...as intended. Crude but effective. His right hand would grip around whatever was lodged and he'd chuckle in a deep, raspy voice. Blood would pour from his hand and he would simply nod to the boy, a weird reptilian smile upon his face. "Well done. You might just be worthy of being a pupil...even with some assistance. Those movements were somewhat outside of what your body should allow."<i></i> His form would shift back shortly after, the wounds stitching themselves closed over an even shorter period of time. Blood, however, would be everywhere. Matsu reveled in it. This boy would be a wonderful pupil. "What else do you wanna know?"<i></i>

[Some days I suck at words and codes]

 

[Miroku Riyota]

Re: Sometimes you fall behind [Open/Class]

Riyota dropped to the ground, panting, glancing over the cracked hilt of his sword. He quickly stuck some bandages over his fresh wounds and stood to look at the man. The green of his eyes darting this way and that for any signs of another attack.

"I...I wanna learn a jutsu." he panted, visibly out of breath "I...still haven't learned one." He fell backwards and lay on the floor. "Can you teach me that boss-man?"






[I didn't really know what to put, I hope this is good enough :/]

 

[Toraono Kuro]

Kuro smiled and released his telekinesis as he kept his distance. He would have to chat with Matsu later as it seemed he had indeed grown much stronger during his time in the Monastery. Kuro was very appreciative of Matsu's tattoo's as well. Perhaps he could convince Matsu to teach him how to tattoo others. With a gentle telekinetic nudge to Matsu's shoulder to get his attention Kuro would wave to Matsu from fifty feet away. Once Matsu was done talking with the young student he would approach and reintroduce himself to his old friend. He had time in this form as he released his Byakkogan and resumed his normal enhanced sight. His heaven seal flared ever so briefly as if something were trying to trigger it but there was no one within seventy yards of him except Matsu and a young boy. Never one to take a feeling for granted Kuro began to walk towards Matsu and Riyota in a steady moderate manner so that they coud hear and see him approach.

 

[Takahashi Matsu]

"Welcome, welcome! Mysterious interloper helping my young student. Now where was I...oh yes. Jutsu. I can teach jutsu. Or at least, the fundamentals. Probably. It always just came so naturally. Wait. I know. How 'bout we get you started down a wonderful path. Have you ever seen the sun?"<i></i> Matsu would pull down his mask and reveal his face littered with runic scripture. It touched his lips and pulled at his face in impossible ways with the slightest orange glows as his mouth moved. They covered every single inch from his head to his toes. Within the pouches along his belt and hidden bandoliers, Matsu would remove a small hammer, needles, and a chisel. Of course, blood had been splattered all about and the instruments he removed got his blood on them a bit as well. "The sun, I am told, is wonderful. Gives me my strength despite never having seen it. Punishing, yet rewarding. Such is the power I wield and can teach you to use if you embrace the sun. Through it and my blood my chakra and strength reside. But I'm really wordy today. Whaddya say? Otherwise...I'm happy to teach you, but it won't be as strong. As pure."<i></i>

Of course, what Matsu knew to be pure or not others would disagree with. In truth, his power was tainted, twisted, and dark. The sun was not those things to many, but really, it was their ultimate enemy. Other people might be troublesome, but the sun would and did end all things.

[Whatever you feel comfortable with, of at least 50 words, is enough mate. Unfortunately, you won't get any jutsu out of this roleplay since you joined a real class, but in the future lessons you likely will]

 

[Miroku Riyota]

'Riyota seemed unsure, "Hmm, I don't know, that sounds quite weird." He thought for a moment. "I mean you get all powerful and stuff just because you believe in the sun? That doesn't seem right....I mean, what's the catch?" Riyota didn't really like the idea of joining this religion, Well sure, it makes you more powerful, but it sounds like a lot of hard work. He'd never even seen the sun, how could he even be sure it existed? There wasn't any proof. Still maybe this would give him something to work towards, become stronger than the sun tattoos.

A determined look spread across his face, he pulled a sticker from the roll on his belt and stuck one that matched his expression on his forehead. "Thanks for the offer Boss-Man, but I'm ok without the sun." He smiled, glancing at his now broken sword. " I need a bigger weapon though, he thought.

He stood up and looked the man in the eye "I need a biiiiiiiiiiig axe." He grinned.

 

[Toraono Kuro]

Overly comfortable in the presence and formal uses of blood Mouko Kuro stepped forth and performed a traditional bow between masters without cross the lines of blood that spattered the grounds in a semi intricate pattern. If Kuro did not know better he would have sworn it looked like an old pictograph of the sun. The brief armor transformation was inspirational to say the least.

"Matsu... Takahashi Matsu, It's me Toraono Kuro more or less. You have certainly grown since last I saw you, and your tattoos have really come to life. It is good to know you are well, how does your training progress?"<i></i>

After addressing Matsu, Kuro would look over the young man and with a nod of approval he would address him as well. "Sennin Toraono Kuro, at your service young man. It is good to see the youth are still spirited these days."<i></i>

 

[Miroku Riyota]

Riyota looked surprised at the sudden arrival of the stranger, but he at least seemed friendly. He wasn't going to take his hand though. After hearing the man's words he burst his chest out proudly. "You betcha, want a sticker?" He offered the man.

After saying this, he sat down on the floor, quite tired, still grinning massively.He decided to investigate the sand underneath him. Perfectly content letting the two men talk. He yawned lightly and continued sifting through the sand and grit. Although he'd gotten cut a little bit. He was pleased that he had taken part in the fight, it had given him hope that he could actually fight. He lay down on his back, his light brown hair falling down to the side of his face.

 

[Takahashi Matsu]

"My training is essentially complete. I've simply holy work to do and those to hunt. Unfortunately my endeavors are at an end for the day. Perhaps I will need to actually get back to teaching."<i></i> Matsu smiled a bit as he bowed back towards Kuro. It had been an exceptionally long time. His left hand lifted to his face and he stroked his chin after bowing, listening to the words of thsoe around him. Sennin, huh. Pretty snazzy. Big deal, over all, to be in such a position. He lifted his mask back up. Adjusting his hat ever so slightly, Matsu bent down somewhat and ran his fingers through the blood before flicking them lightly at the boy with amusement in his own heart. How unfortunate it would have been for the boy to have felt every bit of pain Matsu felt after digesting his blood. Perhaps another time. Perhaps he'd learn the true power in the sun. "Seek my cousin. The Steward. He's an exceptional blacksmith. I, sadly, am not. I am but a tattoo artist."<i></i>

Matsu would bow to both of them before fixing his eyes on an exit and making his moves towards them. "Feel free to take one of my classes in the future. I am sure they will be unlike any other classes you've had. Enjoy the Sennin's company. I'll catch you both later!"<i></i> Matsu moved closer and closer to the exit. Perhaps he would be stopped by the Sennin. He would comply if requested. He was not that obstinate. "Good luck! I've much work to be done! Heh."<i></i>

[Topic Left unless Stopped]

 

[Toraono Kuro]

Mouko Kuro came and sat by the resting boy and used a healing palm technique to relieve the young man of his wounds before addressing him again. " You did very well to catch Matsu's eye, your tactics are quite reckless like a friend of mine, have you ever considered joining the Toraono Dojo for specialized training? We supplement academy training all the time for those that seek it."<i></i> Once the majority of cuts and aches were healed Mouko would sit and wait for Riyota to respond. As Kuro's hunter aspect he could analyze people reasonably quickly with a stern glance from his Byakkogan so he was fascinated by Riyota's potential.