Weapon 1
Sword of Sunukel
A blade holding the spirit of Sunuke inside it. It's of light material for quick strikes but doesn't do too well on the damage side. For some reason it's pretty good at defense as much as offense.
Type: Slashing| Accuracy: +2 | Damage: -10% | Attribute: Bleeding | Augments: Steady, Swift, Vanguard
Abilities
Free:Shinobi 101: Kinetic Genjutsu
Free: Sentinel
1.Healing Factor
2.Hyperactive
3.Ambidexterity
4.Defensive Technique
5.Deflection
6.Called Shot
7.Willpower
8.Weapon Mastery
9.Human Anatomy
10.Bloody Mess
11.Calm Mind
12. Placeholder
Being the wielder of a blade that refuses your touch was something that really stressed the Nanjirou out. The fact he had to completely and utterly rely on his sword taking control of its own destiny and manifesting the actions of a human was… embarrassing. Luckily the weapon liked to get in the way and deflect attacks every one in a while, reducing the strength of many of the attacks he had faced back in the day. And even when it couldn’t defend against everything it was still more useful than the lack of training Sunuke had using the weapon.
He thought back to his slightly younger days, where he was just a little bit younger than he was now. Back then Sunuke was just a simple villager in one of the villages in the Lightning country. He would protect them from rogue ninja, and in return they would give him room and board until his services were no longer needed by there village. It was a pretty good deal for him because he didn’t really have to work too much as a ninja in residence, and no one really questioned where he came from, despite the slight Konohanian twang in his voice.
He was a defender and keeper of the peace in the area, finding himself going to fields and clearing out rodents, and other pests. He would also clear off rogues, miscreants, and children who thought it would be best to prank and cause mischief. But having a scary sword that floated on its own was really handy then. It still was now.
Back in the current day Sunuke smiled at the thought of even going back to those days. His mind was relaxed and soothed by the thoughts of simpler days, but his goals on looking after the ones that he cherished so much in his life. Though he was now in a gated community, surrounded by people he didn’t really know or really trust. As long as he had the ones he cared about then that was all that really mattered in his life. And he was happy with having only that in his life.
He was only just sat in a park or something similar in Kumogakure. Did they have parks there? Whatever it was really in their description that was where he was. He had been watching Sunuke train against another spirit, using his sword against a spiritual representation of a sword. It was amazing to see that Sunuke could even use both hands to fight with one sword, using his left hand and his right hand at different intervals.
”You know Sunuke, you’re not a bad fighter,” Sunuke commented, not really paying too much attention to the way the old man once fought. The spirit stopped and turned to him, before being clobbered over the head with the spirit sword he was practicing against.
“Back in my time I used a sword to defend the gates of Konoha with my life. While I don’t always approve the fact you ran away from the home I always gave my life to protect… I appreciate at least someone recognises my skills.”
”Yeah no one can see you… They only see the sword and it floating around trying to turn people into swiss cheese.” The spirit frowned before going back to fight against the spirit.
After a little while the missing-nin had a thought about the fact he didn’t really know any fighting techniques except how to dodge, and how to convert some of the powers gifted to the Nanjirou into abilities his sword could use, and a little bit of genjutsu. Maybe it was time to one day use the sword.
”Hey Sunuke-sama?” Sunuke asked, looking at Sunuke with his dark eyes. ”You think I’d ever be a weapon master like you?” The spirit turned to him, and once against he was clobbered over the head by the spiritual manifestation of a sword.
Rubbing his head, the spirit looked at him and shook his head. “You know your clan bracn rules. No learning how to fight with a sword until you become a spirit yourself. The weapon cannot even be held by you, let alone using it to fight. This is how it is until you die.”
The Nanjirou frowned, before trying reach for the hilt of the blade, before being cut up by the weapon. His hand would feel painful, bleeding and slightly fracture from trying to even touch the man’s weapon. He would rile back in pain with a large yelp as the spirit laughed.
“See? You cannot even touch the weapon without feeling pain. This is the essence of me. It’s me inside a sword and you can’t use another person’s weapon. It’s called to me and only me.”
Nao clenched his hand in pain, before applying the same treatment as he always did when he touched the hilt accidentally or purposefully. How can someone even claim to be a swordsman if he couldn’t even use a sword? He was basically just a trophy holder or a sheath for Sunuke to keep his weapon until it was needed. It was kind of lame if you asked him about it.
He sighed softly, before sitting down and resting through the pain. His mind would wonder elsewhere as the spirit continued to work on sword techniques. He had all the time in the world to work on there but Sunuke didn’t have much time to do anything.
He would meditate there for minutes at a time, trying to focus on controlling his thoughts and keeping himself calm throughout every situation. He especially wanted to fight off against mind altering effects like genjutsu. He needed to work out what was fiction from reality so that the control on his weapon didn’t go. Even though Sunuke had free will over the sword, when losing sync with Sunuke things did tend to go wrong a lot with their over all battle strategy. It was as if Sunuke guided Sunuke where to strike, and Sunuke always listened Sunuke even when he was wrong without question.
His mind would keep wandering through his memories, making sure that everything was real and certain. He could cancel out anything that was wrong and wasn’t his memory or reality. Always on the look out like a watchman for his memories. Always ready to defend himself against anything that would come he and Sunuke’s way.
After a good ten minutes or so he would awaken as the spirit was still fighting the other spirit. He didn’t really know what to call the other spirit… Sunuke’s master? He hoped the master knew where to hit on the body after all this time of being a spirit.
He smiled at the spirit who was training hard for both of them. Just because he wasn’t actually able to assist in any way in the combat besides his strength in some kinds of genjutsu? It didn’t meant that he couldn’t be there in his own spirit guiding the other one to strike cleanly and accurately. And being human himself he was able to tell the spirit where to hit exactly.
Sunuke lay down on his back and smiled as he drifted of to sleep. He would begin to dream of one day mastering the sword himself, and maybe he too would guide someone who had their own sword made for him. Maybe he would be able to protect the people he cared about, instead of having to rely on others.
He felt his body recovering quickly from the wounds, and quickly revitalising any kind of chakra or damage he had lost or taken during the day, and from all the rest he was getting he was ready to fact the rest of the day along with his spirit friend, Sunuke.
WC:1303 Words
Sword of Sunukel
A blade holding the spirit of Sunuke inside it. It's of light material for quick strikes but doesn't do too well on the damage side. For some reason it's pretty good at defense as much as offense.
Type: Slashing| Accuracy: +2 | Damage: -10% | Attribute: Bleeding | Augments: Steady, Swift, Vanguard
Abilities
Free:Shinobi 101: Kinetic Genjutsu
Free: Sentinel
1.Healing Factor
2.Hyperactive
3.Ambidexterity
4.Defensive Technique
5.Deflection
6.Called Shot
7.Willpower
8.Weapon Mastery
9.Human Anatomy
10.Bloody Mess
11.Calm Mind
12. Placeholder
Being the wielder of a blade that refuses your touch was something that really stressed the Nanjirou out. The fact he had to completely and utterly rely on his sword taking control of its own destiny and manifesting the actions of a human was… embarrassing. Luckily the weapon liked to get in the way and deflect attacks every one in a while, reducing the strength of many of the attacks he had faced back in the day. And even when it couldn’t defend against everything it was still more useful than the lack of training Sunuke had using the weapon.
He thought back to his slightly younger days, where he was just a little bit younger than he was now. Back then Sunuke was just a simple villager in one of the villages in the Lightning country. He would protect them from rogue ninja, and in return they would give him room and board until his services were no longer needed by there village. It was a pretty good deal for him because he didn’t really have to work too much as a ninja in residence, and no one really questioned where he came from, despite the slight Konohanian twang in his voice.
He was a defender and keeper of the peace in the area, finding himself going to fields and clearing out rodents, and other pests. He would also clear off rogues, miscreants, and children who thought it would be best to prank and cause mischief. But having a scary sword that floated on its own was really handy then. It still was now.
Back in the current day Sunuke smiled at the thought of even going back to those days. His mind was relaxed and soothed by the thoughts of simpler days, but his goals on looking after the ones that he cherished so much in his life. Though he was now in a gated community, surrounded by people he didn’t really know or really trust. As long as he had the ones he cared about then that was all that really mattered in his life. And he was happy with having only that in his life.
He was only just sat in a park or something similar in Kumogakure. Did they have parks there? Whatever it was really in their description that was where he was. He had been watching Sunuke train against another spirit, using his sword against a spiritual representation of a sword. It was amazing to see that Sunuke could even use both hands to fight with one sword, using his left hand and his right hand at different intervals.
”You know Sunuke, you’re not a bad fighter,” Sunuke commented, not really paying too much attention to the way the old man once fought. The spirit stopped and turned to him, before being clobbered over the head with the spirit sword he was practicing against.
“Back in my time I used a sword to defend the gates of Konoha with my life. While I don’t always approve the fact you ran away from the home I always gave my life to protect… I appreciate at least someone recognises my skills.”
”Yeah no one can see you… They only see the sword and it floating around trying to turn people into swiss cheese.” The spirit frowned before going back to fight against the spirit.
After a little while the missing-nin had a thought about the fact he didn’t really know any fighting techniques except how to dodge, and how to convert some of the powers gifted to the Nanjirou into abilities his sword could use, and a little bit of genjutsu. Maybe it was time to one day use the sword.
”Hey Sunuke-sama?” Sunuke asked, looking at Sunuke with his dark eyes. ”You think I’d ever be a weapon master like you?” The spirit turned to him, and once against he was clobbered over the head by the spiritual manifestation of a sword.
Rubbing his head, the spirit looked at him and shook his head. “You know your clan bracn rules. No learning how to fight with a sword until you become a spirit yourself. The weapon cannot even be held by you, let alone using it to fight. This is how it is until you die.”
The Nanjirou frowned, before trying reach for the hilt of the blade, before being cut up by the weapon. His hand would feel painful, bleeding and slightly fracture from trying to even touch the man’s weapon. He would rile back in pain with a large yelp as the spirit laughed.
“See? You cannot even touch the weapon without feeling pain. This is the essence of me. It’s me inside a sword and you can’t use another person’s weapon. It’s called to me and only me.”
Nao clenched his hand in pain, before applying the same treatment as he always did when he touched the hilt accidentally or purposefully. How can someone even claim to be a swordsman if he couldn’t even use a sword? He was basically just a trophy holder or a sheath for Sunuke to keep his weapon until it was needed. It was kind of lame if you asked him about it.
He sighed softly, before sitting down and resting through the pain. His mind would wonder elsewhere as the spirit continued to work on sword techniques. He had all the time in the world to work on there but Sunuke didn’t have much time to do anything.
He would meditate there for minutes at a time, trying to focus on controlling his thoughts and keeping himself calm throughout every situation. He especially wanted to fight off against mind altering effects like genjutsu. He needed to work out what was fiction from reality so that the control on his weapon didn’t go. Even though Sunuke had free will over the sword, when losing sync with Sunuke things did tend to go wrong a lot with their over all battle strategy. It was as if Sunuke guided Sunuke where to strike, and Sunuke always listened Sunuke even when he was wrong without question.
His mind would keep wandering through his memories, making sure that everything was real and certain. He could cancel out anything that was wrong and wasn’t his memory or reality. Always on the look out like a watchman for his memories. Always ready to defend himself against anything that would come he and Sunuke’s way.
After a good ten minutes or so he would awaken as the spirit was still fighting the other spirit. He didn’t really know what to call the other spirit… Sunuke’s master? He hoped the master knew where to hit on the body after all this time of being a spirit.
He smiled at the spirit who was training hard for both of them. Just because he wasn’t actually able to assist in any way in the combat besides his strength in some kinds of genjutsu? It didn’t meant that he couldn’t be there in his own spirit guiding the other one to strike cleanly and accurately. And being human himself he was able to tell the spirit where to hit exactly.
Sunuke lay down on his back and smiled as he drifted of to sleep. He would begin to dream of one day mastering the sword himself, and maybe he too would guide someone who had their own sword made for him. Maybe he would be able to protect the people he cared about, instead of having to rely on others.
He felt his body recovering quickly from the wounds, and quickly revitalising any kind of chakra or damage he had lost or taken during the day, and from all the rest he was getting he was ready to fact the rest of the day along with his spirit friend, Sunuke.
WC:1303 Words
