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Everywhere I looked, my eyes were met by a scene of lush, overwhelming green. The plethora of shades of green in front of me: light green, dark green - you get the point. I turned my head all around, staring at the trees around me. I had just walked into a forest clearing. The artistic sight of me found this scene aesthetically pleasing, with my visual mind forming intricate patterns amid the big brown boughs and the thin branches from which leaves emerged.
My more, for lack of a better word, brutal side found this scene annoying. I was more used to red, crimson, and burgundy. They were the colors that often clouded my vision for a battle-orientated guy like myself.
Today was a fine day. My erudite and pragmatic side was keeping my capricious side at bay. I managed to dimly appreciate the beauty of the forest, when my eyes were drawn to this particular man, dressed immaculately, who, like me, seemed to have chanced upon this forest clearing. He was an enigmatic man, who seemed apathetic at first sight. He wasn't loquacious, just as I was, but of course, I never really enjoyed those kinds of people. B1tchy, they were. I was getting excited. The last time I fought seemed a long while ago, after all.
"Hey, you there! I've seen you before, but I don't know you well! I'm Ikkaku Madarame, what about you? Care for a fight?" I articulated clearly, and audibly, amid the rustling of the leaves.
The breeze ruffled my - wait, I had no hair. Well, anyways, the breeze was cooling. Yes, and it was a perfect opportunity to get back to shape. In any case, if he wasn't about to start the fight, I would!
It was platitudinous, but I had this nagging feeling that this fight would be a good one. Pointing a seemingly accusatory finger at my opponent, I uttered softly, "Sorry about this."
With that, a pink beam of energy was fired from my finger at the speed of light. Put simply, it was unavoidable. As it was fired, you would, incomprehensibly, be immobilized. You would turn, in your perspective, into a candy version of yourself. It would be peculiar for this to happen, in the real world, if it were real. Of course, it wasn't. It was a simple illusion I conjured. I stifled my laughter as I relished the comedic relief your appearance gave me.
The next move was simple. Swiftly, I performed my next technique, causing small, minuscule fireballs to appear all around you, bright spots in the air that looked far from lethal. With a snap of my fingers, the fireballs exploded, creating loud noises, and a blinding light that would obscure your eyesight for several seconds.
It had a purpose, of course. With this technique performed at high speeds, the cause of you turning into a candy would be quite hard to discern. The explosion masked the fact of a genjutsu, and the effects of the explosion would barely cause any physical damage.
With you being blinded and immobilized for the time being, however, my relief was ephemeral.
It was a bit of a surprise, what with the excitement mounting within me, that my excitement did not become visible. I continued my slew of offense, enveloping myself in crackling electricity, as I continued to look at my opponent. Taking aim, I fired a bolt of lightning from my body, directly at my opponent.
I watched closely, as I wondered what might happen next. It was mildly intriguing...
"Bzz...the sound of sizzling skin. Come on now, let me shock you into oblivion!" I yelled into the cool breeze.
My more, for lack of a better word, brutal side found this scene annoying. I was more used to red, crimson, and burgundy. They were the colors that often clouded my vision for a battle-orientated guy like myself.
Today was a fine day. My erudite and pragmatic side was keeping my capricious side at bay. I managed to dimly appreciate the beauty of the forest, when my eyes were drawn to this particular man, dressed immaculately, who, like me, seemed to have chanced upon this forest clearing. He was an enigmatic man, who seemed apathetic at first sight. He wasn't loquacious, just as I was, but of course, I never really enjoyed those kinds of people. B1tchy, they were. I was getting excited. The last time I fought seemed a long while ago, after all.
"Hey, you there! I've seen you before, but I don't know you well! I'm Ikkaku Madarame, what about you? Care for a fight?" I articulated clearly, and audibly, amid the rustling of the leaves.
The breeze ruffled my - wait, I had no hair. Well, anyways, the breeze was cooling. Yes, and it was a perfect opportunity to get back to shape. In any case, if he wasn't about to start the fight, I would!
It was platitudinous, but I had this nagging feeling that this fight would be a good one. Pointing a seemingly accusatory finger at my opponent, I uttered softly, "Sorry about this."
With that, a pink beam of energy was fired from my finger at the speed of light. Put simply, it was unavoidable. As it was fired, you would, incomprehensibly, be immobilized. You would turn, in your perspective, into a candy version of yourself. It would be peculiar for this to happen, in the real world, if it were real. Of course, it wasn't. It was a simple illusion I conjured. I stifled my laughter as I relished the comedic relief your appearance gave me.
The next move was simple. Swiftly, I performed my next technique, causing small, minuscule fireballs to appear all around you, bright spots in the air that looked far from lethal. With a snap of my fingers, the fireballs exploded, creating loud noises, and a blinding light that would obscure your eyesight for several seconds.
It had a purpose, of course. With this technique performed at high speeds, the cause of you turning into a candy would be quite hard to discern. The explosion masked the fact of a genjutsu, and the effects of the explosion would barely cause any physical damage.
With you being blinded and immobilized for the time being, however, my relief was ephemeral.
It was a bit of a surprise, what with the excitement mounting within me, that my excitement did not become visible. I continued my slew of offense, enveloping myself in crackling electricity, as I continued to look at my opponent. Taking aim, I fired a bolt of lightning from my body, directly at my opponent.
I watched closely, as I wondered what might happen next. It was mildly intriguing...
"Bzz...the sound of sizzling skin. Come on now, let me shock you into oblivion!" I yelled into the cool breeze.
"A gorgeous babe." was Blizzard's polite request when he woke up in the morning and had his hands clenched together, his eyes closed, as he prayed to god for the man's ultimate desire. He didn't wanted to die alone, no, he wanted to die with someone in his arms, wrapped softly as he touches her skin, dabs her cheek and kisses her lips goodbye. A rather strange but extremely "normal" wish as he described at times, a man wishes never to die alone but he is fine killing another person with him. "Pshhh- Like I care about some gorgeous ***** dying with me." he comforted his feelings when heading out for the journey to find such creature called; woman.
But to his surprise he ended up here. In this fuc-king green clearing. With a bald guy. This day could never had gone anymore wrong he thought as he continued to analyze the surroundings.
Wait, we are getting ahead of the story. Let's rewind a little bit.
The bright morning sun light escaping through the skylight and falling directly into place in Blizzard's closed eyes was the thing that made him start his day. Turning over to the other side of the bed, his hand tried to find support of a 'partner' as he had witnessed in the dream, but to his surprise there was no one on the other side of the bed. The realization came in when the pillow next to him was squished, and the feeling didn't seem to be of a skin of the woman, not that he had ever experienced that.
"Hey! I am not a virgin!"
How many times do I have to tell you! You cannot jump in when I am narrating! SHUT UP!
Okay, so where were we. Yeah, the next thing that happened was the poor pillow was frozen to nothingness, as our self-proclaimed-hero made his wish, grabbing and wearing his attire, wielding his sword, barged out of the door to embrace the journey. It wasn't easy as he asked every passing stranger about the unknown creature; woman. Some even claimed to be 'it' themselves, but Blizzard wasn't foolish enough to believe them. Hence he sought for the advice of second-most knowledgeable man in the village; Mathias.
"Oooo so you have come to the same realization Blizz. Something that I had few years ago. When I was young and had the energy, the enthusiasm like yours."
"You are still pretty youn-" Interrupted as Mathias continued;
"As I was saying, like yourself my friend, I too have taken that conquest in the past."
"OH REALLY! I knew I could count on you Mathy! Tell me what happened!? Did you find 'it'?" He questioned, eager and excited to know the answer and come one-step closer to his reality.
"No. Just give up. Such thing doesn't exists. Its a myth. And get to village chores. :| " crushing all the dreams, Mathy led Blizz to the exit door of his office. Though depressed at first, the feeling was drained out the moment he stepped out of the office. He wasn't a quitter! He decided to see the first-most bodaciously intelligent man in the village, none other than the Jinbelicious, Jinbo!
Arriving at the Jinboland, Blizzard located Jinbei's hideout and intruded without permission. The man of high valor and honor had already figured out the concern of our self-proclaimed hero with just from the looks, he answered;
"YES INDEED! I know where to find such creature! Head to the deepest realm in the Kanabi forest, you will find a clearing that lights up with the sun light in the morning and moon light at night, that is where the creature appears. Hide in the bushes until you witness her beauty."
The rest I don't remember, but now we are all caught up. In the clearing;
Blizzard, highly disappointed when he witnessed the shiny bald head rolling its way in the air as the stranger claimed himself to be "Ikakakaku WHA-" but before giving any time for Blizzard to think, or further speculate, the stranger raged in attacking as his lust appeared to be the strongest. A pink beam of ray is all Blizzard witnessed turning into a candy, his life was over anyways, so he didn't bother with any struggle.
But then it came to him! What if this hideous man was the test to obtain what comes after! The beauty! Pumping up Blizzard's feelings as he imagined the fruit of this fight, he brought himself back to reality spotting small fiery balls around him. Due to the height and proportion of his vision the balls seemed just fine where they should be humongous as Blizzard himself was a candy. Further more his movements were entirely blocked with just that pink light. The closest answer to all this was a "Genjutsu!" But it was too late to have deduced that, the depression himself had taken quite the time of his thinking, and now the fiery balls lit up in fireworks causing burns on Blizzard's skin as they exposed it from his clothing. The damage wasn't large enough for Blizzard to stop striving, in fact it had helped him escape through the weird genjutsu and embrace reality.
It didn't ended there, as soon as he witnessed the bolts appearing around the opponent's body he had begun his defense, a cloak of wind appeared in Blizzard's hand the moment lightning was snapped out of the enemy's body towards him, but it wasn't match for the mesh that had been woven to protect Blizz. It disappeared on contact. Holding the sword tightly in his left arm, Blizzard questioned;
"Are you the only person in my way of finding my babe!? Or are there more like you? Like you know there are levels in the game..."
[Fuuton: Sono kaze kiji] Wind Release: The Wind Cloak
Type: Defense
Rank: A
Range: Short
Chakra Cost:30
Damage Points: N/A
Description: User channels Wind chakra in his/her hands. He then claps and separates his/her hands from each other creating a long cloak that could easily cover users body (10 feet by 10 feet). The clock is a mesh of strong tight wind bonds which are not harmful to the user whose chakra is used. He can then use this cloak to protect him from other jutsus by wrapping it around him or the jutsu. This cloak is super effective against lightning style technique which are A-Rank or below, It can tear the lightning into molecular level, which means the wind mesh of the cloak will destroy the lightening leaving no trace but it disappears after it is used once.
Note:
Can defend the user from A-Rank or below Lightning jutsus; such as: waves, thunder or bolts etc.
Can be destroyed by B-Rank Fire Jutsu.
Will disappear after used once.
Lasts for 2 turns without use.
Can only be used 2 times per battle.
Rank: A
Range: Short
Chakra Cost:30
Damage Points: N/A
Description: User channels Wind chakra in his/her hands. He then claps and separates his/her hands from each other creating a long cloak that could easily cover users body (10 feet by 10 feet). The clock is a mesh of strong tight wind bonds which are not harmful to the user whose chakra is used. He can then use this cloak to protect him from other jutsus by wrapping it around him or the jutsu. This cloak is super effective against lightning style technique which are A-Rank or below, It can tear the lightning into molecular level, which means the wind mesh of the cloak will destroy the lightening leaving no trace but it disappears after it is used once.
Note:
Can defend the user from A-Rank or below Lightning jutsus; such as: waves, thunder or bolts etc. Can be destroyed by B-Rank Fire Jutsu. Will disappear after used once. Lasts for 2 turns without use. Can only be used 2 times per battle.
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"Hey, you there! This is a fucking fight, not some playground where you try to find your woman!" I shouted frustratingly, my eyebrows furrowed, my forehead creased into a frown. I gritted my teeth and shut my eyes tight to stop myself blowing my top. Urgh! Just when I thought I'd found a worthy opponent. Why did it have to be this, this GUY! "Get a life and stop fighting if you're gonna make a fool of yourself like that!"
"A gorgeous babe." was Blizzard's polite request when he woke up in the morning and had his hands clenched together, his eyes closed, as he prayed to god for the man's ultimate desire. He didn't wanted to die alone, no, he wanted to die with someone in his arms, wrapped softly as he touches her skin, dabs her cheek and kisses her lips goodbye. A rather strange but extremely "normal" wish as he described at times, a man wishes never to die alone but he is fine killing another person with him. "Pshhh- Like I care about some gorgeous ***** dying with me." he comforted his feelings when heading out for the journey to find such creature called; woman.
But to his surprise he ended up here. In this fuc-king green clearing. With a bald guy. This day could never had gone anymore wrong he thought as he continued to analyze the surroundings.
Wait, we are getting ahead of the story. Let's rewind a little bit.
The bright morning sun light escaping through the skylight and falling directly into place in Blizzard's closed eyes was the thing that made him start his day. Turning over to the other side of the bed, his hand tried to find support of a 'partner' as he had witnessed in the dream, but to his surprise there was no one on the other side of the bed. The realization came in when the pillow next to him was squished, and the feeling didn't seem to be of a skin of the woman, not that he had ever experienced that.
"Hey! I am not a virgin!"
How many times do I have to tell you! You cannot jump in when I am narrating! SHUT UP!
Okay, so where were we. Yeah, the next thing that happened was the poor pillow was frozen to nothingness, as our self-proclaimed-hero made his wish, grabbing and wearing his attire, wielding his sword, barged out of the door to embrace the journey. It wasn't easy as he asked every passing stranger about the unknown creature; woman. Some even claimed to be 'it' themselves, but Blizzard wasn't foolish enough to believe them. Hence he sought for the advice of second-most knowledgeable man in the village; Mathias.
"Oooo so you have come to the same realization Blizz. Something that I had few years ago. When I was young and had the energy, the enthusiasm like yours."
"You are still pretty youn-" Interrupted as Mathias continued;
"As I was saying, like yourself my friend, I too have taken that conquest in the past."
"OH REALLY! I knew I could count on you Mathy! Tell me what happened!? Did you find 'it'?" He questioned, eager and excited to know the answer and come one-step closer to his reality.
"No. Just give up. Such thing doesn't exists. Its a myth. And get to village chores. :| " crushing all the dreams, Mathy led Blizz to the exit door of his office. Though depressed at first, the feeling was drained out the moment he stepped out of the office. He wasn't a quitter! He decided to see the first-most bodaciously intelligent man in the village, none other than the Jinbelicious, Jinbo!
Arriving at the Jinboland, Blizzard located Jinbei's hideout and intruded without permission. The man of high valor and honor had already figured out the concern of our self-proclaimed hero with just from the looks, he answered;
"YES INDEED! I know where to find such creature! Head to the deepest realm in the Kanabi forest, you will find a clearing that lights up with the sun light in the morning and moon light at night, that is where the creature appears. Hide in the bushes until you witness her beauty."
The rest I don't remember, but now we are all caught up. In the clearing;
Blizzard, highly disappointed when he witnessed the shiny bald head rolling its way in the air as the stranger claimed himself to be "Ikakakaku WHA-" but before giving any time for Blizzard to think, or further speculate, the stranger raged in attacking as his lust appeared to be the strongest. A pink beam of ray is all Blizzard witnessed turning into a candy, his life was over anyways, so he didn't bother with any struggle.
But then it came to him! What if this hideous man was the test to obtain what comes after! The beauty! Pumping up Blizzard's feelings as he imagined the fruit of this fight, he brought himself back to reality spotting small fiery balls around him. Due to the height and proportion of his vision the balls seemed just fine where they should be humongous as Blizzard himself was a candy. Further more his movements were entirely blocked with just that pink light. The closest answer to all this was a "Genjutsu!" But it was too late to have deduced that, the depression himself had taken quite the time of his thinking, and now the fiery balls lit up in fireworks causing burns on Blizzard's skin as they exposed it from his clothing. The damage wasn't large enough for Blizzard to stop striving, in fact it had helped him escape through the weird genjutsu and embrace reality.
It didn't ended there, as soon as he witnessed the bolts appearing around the opponent's body he had begun his defense, a cloak of wind appeared in Blizzard's hand the moment lightning was snapped out of the enemy's body towards him, but it wasn't match for the mesh that had been woven to protect Blizz. It disappeared on contact. Holding the sword tightly in his left arm, Blizzard questioned;
"Are you the only person in my way of finding my babe!? Or are there more like you? Like you know there are levels in the game..."
[Fuuton: Sono kaze kiji] Wind Release: The Wind Cloak
Type: Defense
Rank: A
Range: Short
Chakra Cost:30
Damage Points: N/A
Description: User channels Wind chakra in his/her hands. He then claps and separates his/her hands from each other creating a long cloak that could easily cover users body (10 feet by 10 feet). The clock is a mesh of strong tight wind bonds which are not harmful to the user whose chakra is used. He can then use this cloak to protect him from other jutsus by wrapping it around him or the jutsu. This cloak is super effective against lightning style technique which are A-Rank or below, It can tear the lightning into molecular level, which means the wind mesh of the cloak will destroy the lightening leaving no trace but it disappears after it is used once.
Note:
I was annoyed, rather than amused. My eyebrows kept twitching incessantly as I struggled to make a proper speech. Fury coursed through my every vein. Did this guy...think it was actually funny to joke on a battlefield? I had to admit, no! I could not. It would go against my ninja way.
This guy had replied altogether with too much an air of alacrity, and his countenance quite plainly told me that, he was, best put, ostensibly retarded. Of all people, why him?! Why this facetious guy?
Well, if he was going to play around on the battlefield, all I could do was to teach him a lesson. A proper one, not the ones where his parents taught him the difference between 1 and 2. I was mainly a gregarious person, albeit slightly reticent, though in the face of people I disliked, those frivolous people, they were the bane of my existence, the anathema of me.
They could not be forgiven. Never.
"You...YOU...you disgust me. In a matter of life and death, all you care about is women?!" I muttered, more to myself than anything. Well, this guy was just about to feel my power. This disrespectful, flippant guy. The thought was satisfying.
In a paroxysm of fury, I let loose. Plunging my fingers deep into the pockets of my ninja pouch(es), I drew multiple kunai's. The very embodiment of a banal, innocuous weapon, I'd say, to most ninjas who underestimate this deadly tool. Kidding myself was kinda fun, in times like this. Kunai's were useless, by and large, unless you knew how to use them. "That'll show them, that will," I thought indignantly.
"Go, my deadl-" I just about uttered, before catching myself mid-word. "My kunai's!" And so, those grey, shiny sharp, yet not really dangerous thingies sallied forth through the air, ready to hit my intended target. I wanted nothing more in this world than to hurt him, make him realize the truth, make him realize my ninja way...
As my kunai's were volleyed towards you, I breathed fire towards my kunai's, enveloping them in beautiful, orange flames, that were embedded with my passion, with my fury. Kill...burn...
"Never, ever joke around in a fight :devil:,"
Situation had gotten rather confusing when the bald guy raged on about how fighting was the most important thing in the whole-wide-sweet-word. When the jibber jabber started, Blizzard took off his mask which had protected him from the earlier flash of lightning, but it was close to useless now because of the fireworks that this warrior had suffered. With his left hand he swiftly gripped the surface of the mask removing it, and then throwing it to his left side. He had ignored the talk for the most part... but it ticked... even for someone like him, it ticked. The moment bald guy tried to mock his conquest, just caring about women etc, this man had almost lost his cool.
"No I didn't lose my cool, I am calm as hell."
"SHUT UP! I SAID SHUT UP! THE NEXT TIME YOU TALK I AM RAGE QUITTING NARRATION!"
"Looks like someone else is losing his cool."
... so, where were we? Ah! The gorgeous bald guy, versus the ugly silver-haired girl. It appeared battling honorably meant a lot to this young fellow, and so was his challenge so passionate. But Blizzard still didn't seem to grasp the true meanings of his words. All he wanted was the girl he was looking for.
"You high or what?" Said Blizzard to the Bald Guy. "Who would want to give up a cutie over a battle with some bald shiny head dude?" Shaking his head, he waited for a response, but it seemed like this guy was more serious than ever. Blizzard witnessed his swift hands grabbing the universal ninja weapon; kunais. Aiming carefully for Blizzard he sent them flying towards him, but before they even reached the mid distance of where they stood, they had been ignited with flames of passion, passion for battle, rather turned into a lust for battle. He reminded Blizzard of Rairen, sharing the same glint in the eyes, and the same hunger to feed their inner demons through battling, through bloodshed. Coming to this conclusion, Blizzard himself had decided to respect his emotions, he was going to show him the eternal art, something even more beautiful than burning fire, something that can enchant and canvas the entire world, something that reflects the true essence of power;
"Hyouton! Kuro. No. Jutsu." He whispered.
[Hyouton: Kuro no Jutsu] Ice Release: Black Ice Technique
As the words left his mouth, and his left hand paced across the empty space in front of him, a black shadow traced the same path developing several layers of water freezing into the darkest color and creating a shield against all the weapons that had taken the course.
"I wonder. I wonder if it is that simple. To Battle. Are you really prepared to fight like you might die? If so, I will show you why I am called; The One Winged Angel."
"No I didn't lose my cool, I am calm as hell."
"SHUT UP! I SAID SHUT UP! THE NEXT TIME YOU TALK I AM RAGE QUITTING NARRATION!"
"Looks like someone else is losing his cool."
... so, where were we? Ah! The gorgeous bald guy, versus the ugly silver-haired girl. It appeared battling honorably meant a lot to this young fellow, and so was his challenge so passionate. But Blizzard still didn't seem to grasp the true meanings of his words. All he wanted was the girl he was looking for.
"You high or what?" Said Blizzard to the Bald Guy. "Who would want to give up a cutie over a battle with some bald shiny head dude?" Shaking his head, he waited for a response, but it seemed like this guy was more serious than ever. Blizzard witnessed his swift hands grabbing the universal ninja weapon; kunais. Aiming carefully for Blizzard he sent them flying towards him, but before they even reached the mid distance of where they stood, they had been ignited with flames of passion, passion for battle, rather turned into a lust for battle. He reminded Blizzard of Rairen, sharing the same glint in the eyes, and the same hunger to feed their inner demons through battling, through bloodshed. Coming to this conclusion, Blizzard himself had decided to respect his emotions, he was going to show him the eternal art, something even more beautiful than burning fire, something that can enchant and canvas the entire world, something that reflects the true essence of power;
"Hyouton! Kuro. No. Jutsu." He whispered.
[Hyouton: Kuro no Jutsu] Ice Release: Black Ice Technique
Type: Attack/Defense/Supplementary
Rank: B
Range: Short - Mid
Chakra: 25
Damage: 40
Description: User creates small objects made of black ice for attacking or defense.
Rank: B
Range: Short - Mid
Chakra: 25
Damage: 40
Description: User creates small objects made of black ice for attacking or defense.
As the words left his mouth, and his left hand paced across the empty space in front of him, a black shadow traced the same path developing several layers of water freezing into the darkest color and creating a shield against all the weapons that had taken the course.
"I wonder. I wonder if it is that simple. To Battle. Are you really prepared to fight like you might die? If so, I will show you why I am called; The One Winged Angel."
Streaks of orange were burned into my eyeballs as before me, a scene of voracious fire ensued.
It was painful, watching the effervescent flames dance before my eyes, creating a visual heat mirage that caused me slight discomfort. I blinked, only to open my eyes to a completely different scene.
The flames were slowly dissipating, my weapons, my kunai's dropped with a clatter on the floor, sending a shiver down my spine as I glimpsed the cause of all this. A substance I had never before seen; it was most beautiful, being black and solid. I was enamored by the mere presence of this piece of art. Splendid. And yet, being the sagacious man I was, I knew that this wasn't as innocuous and as it seemed to be. It certainly wasn't the vapid, insipid things you see every other day.
"Oh yes...Interesting," I murmured. Certainly, it was most intriguing, piquing my curiosity. This fight was getting weird, and yet exhilarating. One-Winged Angel, eh? I chuckled. "Can you fly? When I'm through with you, I'll leave you in ignominious defeat, and I'll show you why I'm ready to fight to the death; it's because I won't die." I sneered at my opponent. Zealous as I was to continue this inchoate fight, I had to tread carefully around this man. Moments ago, he was wondering about women; his newly found taciturn disposition reflected a shift in his battle attitude.
Time to get serious...While his peccadillo would never be settled with me(though his actions and demeanor now did entail and mitigate the severity of his immaturity), it seemed that the time for a serious battle had come to pass. Closing my eyes momentarily as I suppressed the rage thundering through the vein throbbing at my forehead, I relaxed my shoulders, as I raised my hands, performing the single Tiger hand-seal.
If his showcasing of such a sophisticated art against my provoked, mundane attack was anything to go by, the black solid was of second-nature to my opponent, his specialty, or so I assumed. It would therefore, be natural, that I tested out that never-before-seen technique he used, in order to find out how best to proceed.
I poised myself, widening the gap between my legs. I leaned forwards slightly, lowering my jaw, as I inhale air into my lungs. It was a disappointment that the fresh air would soon be tarnished by the smell of smoke and ash. Drawing my head backwards, I expel four great dragon-headed fireballs, each of fiery intense heat, majestically crafted, that head towards you, the trajectory of which I control elegantly. Concrete as stone, each fireball curves in their path, with only one ostensibly heading directly towards you. The other three converge upon you from above, and flank you from either sides. Essentially, I was engineering the fireballs to hit you from most plausible angles.
I could only hope you dragged out your 'specialty' again...
To leave it at that was probably insufficient for an implacable guy such as myself.
"Keh...come on now, you insolent brat. Show me what you've got," I snarled, albeit softly. Amid the din, it would be inaudible. Performing yet another hand seal, the Ram, I conjured yet another technique, to cover the last angle my fireball could not: below. Focusing merely on the ground behind you, a spot which would be out of your field of vision, I caused the ground to spiral in on itself, drawing everything around it towards the epicenter, including yourself. You would be drawn into the large pit within seconds, your movements inhibited as the fireballs maim your very existence.
I watched on at the sight, as I straightened my back.
"Hmph..." And in a swift motion, I swung my right hand downwards, fluidly drawing my tibia from my right shin, grasping it firmly. Casually swinging it into my open left palm, creating a muffled thud, I smirked, "Get ready for a beating, you son of a bitch."
Blizzard observed every single gesture, and personality trait of his opponent. Even though he appears to be a straight-on-carefree person, when in serious battle his personality entirely reversed, he would go back to the days, to the moments he had had spent with his brother, and the days which he spent protecting Yukigakure as a member of ANBU. The personality that no one wanted to see in an angel, and this self-proclaimed angel had the mightiest power of all. Even though he had never underestimated his opponents, he never showed any hint of kneeling against their power. And the bald individual standing in-front of him was no different, he knelt once again to his power of fire, the one he seemed so proud of.
The raging fire was released in the shape of dragon heads, the mighty balls of fire were no ordinary techniques, they were controlled trajectories. Each having a specific direction to block, and the there were four of them. The fastest angles that they would curve into were the sides, maybe top, and front. But the opponent had forgotten about the two routes still left unprotected against the Ocean Beast.
"The element of fire you are so proud of, isn't worth using for destruction. It's true nature lies when it becomes inferior to you, not when you kneel to its wealth." whispered Blizzard as his right and left sides behind the arms revealed light of fire, wings sparked up from the armor molded with extreme care, as the nature witnessed the beauty said to be of that of the first fire. Each feather was visible in sight. The inner curve of the wing lightened with rather red flames while the outer end that shaped the bones was layered with the yellow-orange glow of fire. Even with the burning intensity it had no effect on the wielder, and with just one flap back and forth, the humongous wings made the angel literally fly backwards from his pin-point position, and the next instant he had took off in the sky mid-range from land.
"Yes, yes indeed I can fly." Said the angle pointing sword at individual. "Now tell me, what is your name and what do you live for?"
[Katon: Kasai Tenshi Tsubasa] Fire Style: Fire Angel Wings
The raging fire was released in the shape of dragon heads, the mighty balls of fire were no ordinary techniques, they were controlled trajectories. Each having a specific direction to block, and the there were four of them. The fastest angles that they would curve into were the sides, maybe top, and front. But the opponent had forgotten about the two routes still left unprotected against the Ocean Beast.
"The element of fire you are so proud of, isn't worth using for destruction. It's true nature lies when it becomes inferior to you, not when you kneel to its wealth." whispered Blizzard as his right and left sides behind the arms revealed light of fire, wings sparked up from the armor molded with extreme care, as the nature witnessed the beauty said to be of that of the first fire. Each feather was visible in sight. The inner curve of the wing lightened with rather red flames while the outer end that shaped the bones was layered with the yellow-orange glow of fire. Even with the burning intensity it had no effect on the wielder, and with just one flap back and forth, the humongous wings made the angel literally fly backwards from his pin-point position, and the next instant he had took off in the sky mid-range from land.
"Yes, yes indeed I can fly." Said the angle pointing sword at individual. "Now tell me, what is your name and what do you live for?"
[Katon: Kasai Tenshi Tsubasa] Fire Style: Fire Angel Wings
Type: Defense
Rank: B
Range: Mid-Long
Chakra Cost: 50
Damage Points: N/A
Description: The User concentrates his/her Fire chakra in his/her shoulders.
Then, the user shapes it into two (angel) wings made out of Fire. The user can use as a fire shield against weapons like Kunai's, Shuriken's Etc. This, jutsu can also allow the user to Fly into the air.
Note:
This, jutsu can be used once per battle.
This, jutsu lasts two turns.
The user must be Sannin rank or above.
Copyrights © Lucifer.
Rank: B
Range: Mid-Long
Chakra Cost: 50
Damage Points: N/A
Description: The User concentrates his/her Fire chakra in his/her shoulders.
Then, the user shapes it into two (angel) wings made out of Fire. The user can use as a fire shield against weapons like Kunai's, Shuriken's Etc. This, jutsu can also allow the user to Fly into the air.
Note:
This, jutsu can be used once per battle. This, jutsu lasts two turns. The user must be Sannin rank or above. Copyrights © Lucifer.
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Tch...what a portentous man...Blizzard observed every single gesture, and personality trait of his opponent. Even though he appears to be a straight-on-carefree person, when in serious battle his personality entirely reversed, he would go back to the days, to the moments he had had spent with his brother, and the days which he spent protecting Yukigakure as a member of ANBU. The personality that no one wanted to see in an angel, and this self-proclaimed angel had the mightiest power of all. Even though he had never underestimated his opponents, he never showed any hint of kneeling against their power. And the bald individual standing in-front of him was no different, he knelt once again to his power of fire, the one he seemed so proud of.
The raging fire was released in the shape of dragon heads, the mighty balls of fire were no ordinary techniques, they were controlled trajectories. Each having a specific direction to block, and the there were four of them. The fastest angles that they would curve into were the sides, maybe top, and front. But the opponent had forgotten about the two routes still left unprotected against the Ocean Beast.
"The element of fire you are so proud of, isn't worth using for destruction. It's true nature lies when it becomes inferior to you, not when you kneel to its wealth." whispered Blizzard as his right and left sides behind the arms revealed light of fire, wings sparked up from the armor molded with extreme care, as the nature witnessed the beauty said to be of that of the first fire. Each feather was visible in sight. The inner curve of the wing lightened with rather red flames while the outer end that shaped the bones was layered with the yellow-orange glow of fire. Even with the burning intensity it had no effect on the wielder, and with just one flap back and forth, the humongous wings made the angel literally fly backwards from his pin-point position, and the next instant he had took off in the sky mid-range from land.
"Yes, yes indeed I can fly." Said the angle pointing sword at individual. "Now tell me, what is your name and what do you live for?"
[Katon: Kasai Tenshi Tsubasa] Fire Style: Fire Angel Wings
Type: Defense
Rank: B
Range: Mid-Long
Chakra Cost: 50
Damage Points: N/A
Description: The User concentrates his/her Fire chakra in his/her shoulders.
Then, the user shapes it into two (angel) wings made out of Fire. The user can use as a fire shield against weapons like Kunai's, Shuriken's Etc. This, jutsu can also allow the user to Fly into the air.
Note:
There was no doubting it. This guy was a damn fucking jerk and I didn't like him one bit. There he stood, basking in his flames with pristine grace, staring upon me, glorified in the wake of escaping my lackluster attacks. Impertinent...inappropriately grandiose...yes, that summed him up perfectly.
A malevolent, caustic urge to kill was born within me, as I kept my eyes upon the object of my hatred. Closing my eyes for a brief moment, I resolved, perhaps a little foolhardy, to kill him. Thou shalt not live; thou shalt die.
"So, you truly think that the element of fire, that which you can control, is inferior to your being? You think, that it cannot be used to destroy you? If so...I shall show you, the depths of despair; I shall destroy you, with fire. And when I do, do not cry out in the stains of your blood, in the flames I create, in anguish. For an honorable man, to die in battle is a sign of valor. To fear death is a sin. Now...," It was atypical for my voice to be so tremulous, yet it was that, which was akin to the acerbic rage coursing through me. Unbearable insofar as I cannot help but please myself with thoughts of gore, I, however, respected my foe. His use of fire was magnificent, regardless of what I said, and I did not think, for a moment, he was weak. His actions reflected his experience.
If I was perhaps not so furious, there was a chance that I wouldn't mind being his friend...
"I'm Ikkaku Madarame. I live my life solely for battling, to hone my instincts and skills. I wish not for opulent richeis, but a fight to the death with the strongest, to die in battle. I also dislike...cowards." Well, I hoped he got my drift. A fine specimen of a coward I revolted stood before me. No doubt was I prepared for the battle that ensued. Ere me, ye despair, thou shalt bow to death.