In the bustling sandy markets hidden in the dunes of Sunagakure, Ishi swung gracefully between ornate archways, his red suit a vibrant contrast to the earthy tones of the ancient bazaar, lit by the intoxicating glow of moonlight. The aroma of exotic spices filled the air as merchants peddled their wares, and the lively chatter of the townsfolk created a vibrant backdrop. He was out on patrol- crime had been up since the start of the war. Perhaps civil unrest or people trying to make a quick buck then leave out of fear of what the city would become.
As Ishi navigated the narrow alleys, his heightened senses detected an unusual disturbance. The rhythmic clinking of armor and the low hum of a sinister conversation reached his ears. Perched atop a towering minaret, he surveyed the scene below.
A group of nefarious figures clad in dark, hooded robes had gathered in the shadowy corners of the market. Their eyes gleamed with a malevolent intent as they exchanged mysterious artifacts, unsettling Ishi’s senses. Something was up. Carefully he watched, and intrigued and warry, he repelled himself downward into the maze.
”Well- howdy there. Watcha doin?” he said as the hooded figures suddenly yelled and came alive. Oh boy- what a fight it would be. Within moments arrows wizzed from their cross-bows and swords were drawn. Oh hell.
Ishi fell to the ground kicking the bow out of one guys hand. Still lots more. Suddenly he had an idea. He put himself in front of others- made sure he was always too close to someone else to get shot. And then- he came up with a way to take their bows. Their weapons. Make it happen.
Ishi at close quarters shot a web at a cross-bow and yanked on it. As expected at came free from the mans hand. Spinning round he delivered a kick at the end of it, and yanked on his silk that was at the top, pulling on opposite ends for each side. With all that force it snapped into nothingness. Ishi laughed. Wasn’t too strong a weapon was it.
He repeated the new move, practicing on each man and one by one destroying their weapons till all they had left was their fist. With a laugh, he called out to them.
”What’s your odds of winning a fist fight?” he asked as he clobbered one in the head, then looked back at them.
Whoa!
Ishi barely made it out of the way of the sword that swung at his neck. He could feel the air on the edge of it hitting his little spider hairs making his Ishi tingle go crazy. Making a mental note of that- he needed to get better. With the Dojo teacher he had previously been working with he learned a new move called “Macao Em Pe”. Was one helluva interesting tool. Hmph.
His vision flashed to that time when he was working hard on it with the sensei of the Dojo- a man in bright festive colors from somewhere else. He smiled thinking of it. At any rate- the move was all about dodging attacks and confusing the opponent. You could both dodge and strike flawlessly at the same time if you had the acrobatics, grit, and speed or strength to pull it off. Hmph.
He watched so many others do it. It was super cool. Suuuuper super cool. The others would drop backward onto one hand and spin their body like a cartwheel. At the same time kicked fast. It made them spin like a top. The power was strong and could deliver some kicks with blinding speed putting distance and pushing someone off of you
Now, the sneaky part… If the person trying to attack wasn't good at understanding acrobatics – basically, if they weren't used to crazy spinning moves and eclectic movements that defied bodily motion – they'd have a problem. The fast spinning messed with their head, making them react slower. It was like they became three times slower, and it often meant a guaranteed hit.
So, every day, Ishi practiced the Macaco Em Pe move. He dropped back, spun, and kicked as fast as he could. Sometimes, he stumbled and fell, but that was okay – part of learning. His ninja friends watched and cheered him on.
Fast forward to the present day and he was certain from watching and training he could smoothly execute the Macao Em Pe. He knew he could nail it- but he needed to work hard enough
Today, the Macaco Em Pe would became Ishi's secret weapon. He'd dodge attacks, spin around, and leave his opponents scratching their heads. With his ninja superpower, and all his hard work at training paid off, he’d roll back, kicking people into the air, into the walls, onto the ground, off of him. He’d even weave it with some of his webs for good measure.
Yup. He’d done it.
As Ishi swung through the air he attempted to slam into a brute of a man only to find that man grabbing his leg and swinging him to the ground. Luckily, could utilize his other moves to catch himself when going to the ground and kick back- but still, it posed the question. Why was he unable to fully make things happen. TO make the kick really do stuff- to get that real good oomph you know? The oomph that made the kids go “damns spider guy has drip”.
His brains rattled the many options but he came to the conclusion he wasn’t really making good use of his momentum. One would assume given the momentum of his swing that he could get a much more powerful kick. But that couldn’t be all. For a pendulum to work most it needed counter weight. Heavy weight. All that good stuff. Could he possibly achieve that?
He thought of a drop kick. It would turn the body into a good weight and also put his full mass behind the pendulum with the pendulum doing the work. Yeah, that should do it. Silk’n his way up high like a villain he came for another pass.
Basically, for his plan to work, he had to be high in the air, swingin' around with his silk, and then BAM! Full drop-kick to the unlucky dude below. He’d fly at this brute, who under normal circumstances was matched to his strength, maybe even a little more. But, with this added momentum. Smack!
He flew into the brute knocking him clean backwards and on his ass with immense power. It ws a powerful drop kick and he could do nothing against it but crumple. Crumple weak and defeated. A wicked grin overtook the young mad lad as he landed above the man, and with a few hits knocked him out. With a few thaws he would silk up the guy strong and put him to the ground. With all the silk on him he’d never move or go anywhere. He’d be thoroughly locked in place until the authorities arrived.
Reflecting on his awesome move Ishi knew it was the momentum and pendulum and weight in tandem. He knew that gave hi power, but, he also knew that if someone knew how to position their body right they just might be able to withstand this. Interesting.
But anyways that’s how he mastered the move.
The sandy dojo echoed with the loud clashing of wooden weapons and the disciplined footsteps of the students training in the martial arts. Ishi was hear to learn something- to master a technique known as Jambalaya. He had heard those use knew Jambalaya could work in masterful ways- weaving seemingly unrelated incredible attacks together.
What a technique.
Under Master Koji, Ishi embarked on a journey to unlock the secrets of Jambalaya. The training grounds became his canvas, and the movements of his fellow disciples were the elements he needed to weave together into a harmonious tapestry of combat.
Master Koji, a venerable figure with a long white beard, observed Ishi's determination and decided to personally guide him through the intricacies of Jambalaya. The first lesson began with the fundamentals: mastering the balance between aerial tackles, spinning kicks, and straight punches. Ishi practiced tirelessly, his body moving like a dance in the dojo, each strike seamlessly blending into the next.
Days turned into weeks as Ishi honed his skills, and Master Koji introduced a new layer to the technique—having Ishi throw weapons or weave in completely non-martial moves or hand seals. Ishi learned to this between his strikes, adding an unexpected and versatile element to his offensive repertoire. But, more over he began to realize something… something more about what the move was.
Mastering Jambalaya was not without its challenges though. Ishi faced moments of frustration as he struggled to synchronize the diverse movements. Yet, with each setback, he grew more determined to conquer the technique. Master Koji's guidance and encouragement fueled Ishi's perseverance.
As time passed, Ishi got really good at Jambalaya. The moves that used to look all over the place now flowed smoothly, making a cool show for people watching. The training place was buzzing with people saying nice things about Ishi as he got super good.
It took a while but finally Ishi realized something- there was no technique for Jambalaya. Not in the traditional sense. It was not just a move you learned. No- it was a discipline. It was learning how to make things second nature for yourself. This was far better then a single move or maneuver. This, this meant things.
Thanking Master Koji, Ishi went on his way out to the world to test his mettle with his new way of fighting. With Jambalaya he could be a truly unpredictable weapon.
He could fight like an unpredictable spicy meal.
As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows over the training grounds of Sunagakure, Ishi stood poised and ready to learn a new technique. Studying under a blind man who was a grizzled veteran of countless battles, stood opposite him. Ishi, to be honest, was still rather confused out how a blind man could train him but… the guy had taught him a lot thus far. Was almost as if he could somehow see.
”Alright, Ishi," the mentor began, "today, we're gonna teach you a little something called Martelo de Chao.”
Ishi's eyes lit up with curiosity as he listened intently to the explanation of the technique. He nodded and dropped into a low stance, prepared to be demonstrated upon.
"First things first," the mentor said as he demonstrated the move with a fluid grace. "You gotta evade the attack. Drop onto your palm backwards like this.” He said as he flawlessly performed the move. Ishi’s eyes widened. For a blind guy he sure did well and moving his body in space.
”Sure you’re blind?” Ishi muttered. ”Wazzat?” the man asked. ”Nothing.”
Ishi continued watched closely, committing the motion to memory. Then with a determined look on his face, he attempted to mimic the movement. He dropped onto his palm, wobbling slightly before regaining his balance. It wasn’t easy and he wasn’t used to locomotion his body all on his palm.
"Not bad," the mentor said, nodding approvingly. "Now comes the tricky part. You gotta snap- litt your hip and kick up at the opponents chest or chin- but you need the snap of your leg bend.” He did so, showing how one could use this move to kick with blinding speed and tremendous power.
Ishi nodded, taking a deep breath to steel himself. He copied the movement, mirroring it with all the power he could muster, feeling the rush of energy course through his veins. He stumbled slightly, but managed to execute the move with surprising fluidity.
“Hmm…” the mentor exclaimed, clapping him on the back but not giving him the much needed verbal confirmation.
"Now, let's add a little something extra to this technique. The increased centrifugal force makes it occur at a blinding speed, causing those who can't judge acrobatics to suffer a speed debuff."
Ishi grinned mischievously, his mind already spinning with possibilities. "So basically, they'll be too surprised to be able to brace against this unless they’re familiar with body mechanics?” The mentor chuckled, nodding in agreement. "Exactly. Now, let's practice against some opponents."
Ishi squared his shoulders, ready to put his newfound technique to the test. As the mentor summoned a group of training dummies, Ishi couldn't help but crack a joke.
"Alright, you bunch of straw-filled imbeciles," he called out, grinning cheekily. "Prepare to be dazzled by my acrobatic prowess of the Martelo de Chao”.
The dummies didn’t even stand a chance in the end.
Under the watchful gaze of his mentor, Ishi prepared to learn yet another new technique that would enhance his combat abilities. With a determined gleam in his eye the blind bastard couldn’t dream of matching, he listened attentively as the mentor explained the mechanics of the move.
“This one's called the Centrifugal Uppercut. You'll spin on your back heel, building up a massive amount of centrifugal force. When you come out of the spin, you'll deliver an uppercut aimed at your opponent's gut, chest, or chin."
Ishi nodded, visualizing the move in his mind. He could already feel the thrill of mastering such a powerful technique. He noted the name fucking sucked though. Tornado punch sounded a lot better- and mentally, he noted he wouldn’t carry his mentors bland naming along with the move.
"Now, here's the kicker," the mentor continued. "Opponents who don't possess any like-rank techniques to brace against your hit will have extra difficulty keeping on their feet. This is powerful.”
Ishi nodded- ”And with my unique abilities getting people into the air gives me a massive advantage.” the blind man nodded.
Ishi's grin widened at the thought of catching his opponents off guard with such a devastating blow. He eagerly absorbed every detail of the technique, ready to put it into practice.
Ishi's eyes sparkled with excitement at the prospect of sending his opponents soaring through the air with a single strike. He nodded and began to train on the dummies- heavy wood blocks. This was of course to build up purely the raw strength and power in his strike. Their solid form of Course meant he couldn’t’t gain any advantages really, otherwise.
As the training session progressed, Ishi threw himself into mastering the “Centrifugal Uppercut” with unwavering determination. With each attempt, he honed his technique, perfecting the timing and precision of his movements. They slowly moved on until before long he was fighting clones.
After tens of thirties of tries, Ishi’s fists began to get tired. He’d been at it all day and had succeeded to get 7 meters in air time at best. Finally, the mentor nodded, letting him know he had done enough. Ishi nodded.
”Just so you know I’m calling that Big Ass Tornado Technique Punch of a thousand storms” he said with a chuckle as he punched the air, spinning dramatically and coming out of it with a thumbs up.
As the moon hung high in the sky, casting a silvery glow over the city, Ishi rappelled through the sandy towers and the dunes on the prowl. He was out to deliver a new technique to the world he had been training called the “Ishi Bomb”, and oh how glorious it would be.
"Alright, Ishi," he began. “I know you can do this you big turd.”
He said as he looked down to some thugs. Generally, it wasn’t polite to assume someone was a thug, but these guys had scimitars and there was a guy tied up outside his own shop.
"First," Ishi thought to himself silk your opponent. As he thought, he shot a large glob of silk at an opponent as he fell from the sky and rolled to the ground. Then, pendulum with the silk and their weight under their legs. He slid under the mans legs and launched himself up into the air on the other side.
He started to fill with joy as he envisioned he fluidity of the motion in his mind. He could already feel the silk slipping through his fingers, ready to ensnare his opponent. Finish it off with a flip onto their back- landing on the shoulders.
Flawlessly, he executed this until he was on the mans shoulders. He began beating at his head until the man went down- then zipped over to the next man. This time, as he slid under his legs, and got onto his shoulders, he would thro his own body down, causing the man to fly down into the ground and flip him. Almost like some kind of duplex.
He hit the ground with such force it left him dazed. Ishi's eyes gleamed with determination as he absorbed every detail of the Ishi Bomb he hd just invented.
Finally, after tireless dedication and unwavering perseverance, he had made a move using all the skill and finesse he could muster.
As Ishi stood victorious over the would be stall robbers, a triumphant grin spreading across his face, though obscured by his mask. He had learned something interesting- a way of fighting he’d never seen before. Hopefully it would translate to being useful in combat, least a boy could hope.
”So next time you go robbing stalls- try not to… stall!” he said as he comically wiped his hands of the goons he just disposed. All in a days work.
Ishi had heard tails of a legendary Konohagakure ninja who used a move called Primary Lotus. With anticipation weighing heavily upon him as he went on his “exchange” to the village of hopes and dreams under the self-insert deku-clone Fanho, he had hoped most to witness this great master utilize the Primary Lotus. So he could learn it and adapt it to his own skills.
That day had come true; sitting in the courtyard of Konoha’s training ground an old man looked at them all. “One lesson” the man said.
"The Primary Lotus is a devastating maneuver designed to take down opponents who find themselves airborne. It requires precision, speed, and an iron will. Ishi nodded solemnly, his eyes filled determination and desire to learn the famed technique.
”First," the mentor explained, "you'll bind your opponent- via cloth, your arms, or whatever you can.” He said as he shot into the air with a dummy holding him in a dead vice grip that was his oddly powerful but decaying biceps.
“Then, spin, creating a whirlwind of motion. As they're caught in the vortex, you'll use the momentum to spin yourself behind them. You’ll spin to win- like Garen in a fucking bush.“ He said. No one got that joke but you- cause you play league you heathen.
Ishi's mind raced with possibilities as he visualized the intricate movements required to execute the Primary Lotus. With each step, he felt his excitement building, eager to test his skills against a worthy adversary.
"Next," the mentor continued, “Next you pile-drive them into the ground headfirst, rotating at a ferocious speed!” He screamed from above as he pounded into th eground completely destroying the head, neck, and upper body of the dummy.
Ishi's heart pounded with anticipation as he imagined the sheer power of the Primary Lotus in action. With his opponent helpless against the onslaught, he knew that mastering this technique would elevate his combat prowess to new heights.
"Remember," the mentor cautioned, "the Primary Lotus leaves your opponent vulnerable and unable to adjust their position to break their fall. That is key”.
With a determined nod, Ishi steeled himself for the challenge ahead. Again and again he webbed the dummies, launched the dummies. He even put his own “spin” on it by pulling his web to spin the dummy like a top. IN the end, he was very successful and jus like the master smashed those dummies likes teens smashed pumpkins on halloween.
Ishi had been hard at work building a puppet that would allow him to truly become a spider- a puppet that would give him Eight Limbs. It was a daunting endevaour but one he had gleefully embarked on. TO be able to use Eight Limbs would be an incredible achievement after all. With his innate control over silk tenketsu threads and his trusty Four Arms puppet by his side, he delved into the depths of his training.
He’d already spent considerable time learning to move the limbs- he just needed to practice using it for various other ways. His goal was to gain the the discipline to utilize his silk tenketsu threads as if they were extensions of his own body, seamlessly integrating them into his ability to weave, hit, defend, and more.
He started learning first how to use it to do things like hold his body while he kicked in the air, or dig into a surface to hold him up right. He even learned how to “jump” with the arms like legs or crab walk with them. The arms could act as any of his normal four limbs or subsitute. He continued to do this and even worked on mastering his ability to utilize the two carefully.
Ishi's eyes sparkled with excitement as he envisioned the myriad ways in which he could employ Eight Limbs in battle. With his trusty Four Arms puppet at his side, he felt invigorated by the prospect of using this.
The final thing he really wanted to get good at was deflection. For hours and hours and days on days on days no cap he worked on this. He worked on controlling the silk chakra threads the exited his tenets into the limbs of the puppet, moving them swiftly and at a near subconscious level to deflect harm away.
He realized that in many ways, this was the best way to fight. He could almost lick his lips with a palpable tension at the thought. Hmph. As he stood beneath the twinkling stars, Ishi knew that mastering Eight Limbs had unlocked a new level of power and versatility within him. Perched upon a ledge he looked out into the dark night that cast itself upon the city, and then left from the building to go find new scum and low life’s to test his magical moves upon.
Victory would be his- for he was the sand spider.
The blades ripped through the air as it sliced right into Ishi’s side. Nearly taking the wind out of him, he fell over. A few inches to either side and it probably would of gone through the gaps of his ribs into his lungs. Rising to his feet he raised his fists. He couldn’t give up, he couldn’t stop fighting here.
The figure on a gliding machine laughed as he spewed his nonsense. About how here, here the Sand Spider would learn what it meant to be responsible. If attacks like this kept coming he wouldn’t be able to keep up. He was getting slower. His body dulled. Fatigued. Injured. He groaned.
He didn’t trust himself. Not after he failed to- he couldn’t stomach the thought. No. He gulped. Once more the man lunged at him, punching him in a combination of flurries and knocking him to the side. But once more he stood up. His eyes were near swollen shut at this point. His ears ringing.
He took a deep breath and focused- trying to shut off every sense but the sense of his hairs- the spider sense he had. He centered himself on the minutest difference of air pressure, temperature, or environmental changes- and suddenly he could see the world around him, see it moving slower than his eyes ever could see. Than his ears ever could hear.
His brain painted a vivid image of 365 degree image of the world around him through his sense of feeling alone. He could feel things moving in the air. His neck tickled. Something was off. As if his body moved on it’s own he flipped over to the side dodging the blade quickly, and just as soon as he did that did he vault onto one hand as the next one whizzed by him.
He felt a vibration- instinctively he threw himself back deftly avoiding the blade as it exploded in the air. His body was now dancing an elegant waltz around every attack as if it could move on its own.
The only way to be faster is to lt my body react on my senses.
The attacking figure was stunned- how could this happen? Dodging the elaborate layers of military grade attacks the Sand Spider made his way to the figure until he landed a punch on his jaw, sending him off his hovering board and onto the ground.
He pounded and pounded till the figure wouldn’t fight anymore, then roared into the air as rain fell down.
