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Post by Golnax » Sun Feb 04, 2018 4:53 pm



It was one of those nights for Aimi.

The sort of night that left him feeling numb and empty with an itch that simply couldn't be scratch. An existential enigma of a mood that propelled him from one foot to the next in his house from room to room until he resigned himself to laying down early before tossing and turning in his bed restlessly with arms draped over his eyes, fists beating into the floor and his mind a race of a thousand thoughts that he simply didn't want to deal with at that time. These things happened occasionally. A seemingly innocuous set of circumstances falling into one another like dominoes from so far down the line that there in the present he was left with a restless confusion as to just why he felt the way he felt. After an hour of tossing around on top of his futon, Aimi had had enough. Frustrated with his seemingly inexplicable mood, he sat up from his bed and stood up, stomping angrily towards his bathroom so that he could reapply the paint over his bruises. He was going out.

He got dressed in his usual attire and left his apartment building, stepping out into the cool, foggy night and wandering around aimlessly while he thought about this thing and that, realizing that it wasn't' what he actually wanted to think about and throwing it aside to move on to the next thought, this violent dismissal made physical by a sudden turn of his head. The problem was that there was a lack of a problem in the first place - what was it that was bugging him so much? He had no idea and it made him grit his teeth in anger, an anger that started to boil up in him simply because he didn't know why he felt the way he felt! His very existence felt erratic and there was no good reason for it to feel that way and it was downright pissing him off!

In his wandering, he ended up someplace he hadn't thought he would - outside of the Bloodriver Bar. He'd been here once before, standing almost exactly where he was standing now, looking up at the sign and debating to himself if he was going to go in. Before he'd come there depressed because of how his mission had turned out with Yuri in recent history. Now he was there with nearly blinding frustration without a probably cause. Was this just going to be his destination for any time he found himself in a less than ideal mood? He couldn't say, but he settled on one thing: perhaps some comfort food would cheer him up. Comfort food was always good. So into the bar he went, tight lipped, nestled browed and stern of eye as he made his way towards the bar, waiting to be served so he could order some kind of food.

... Hang on, hadn't he been here before? He stopped midstep and turned abruptly around, looking around in the thick mist as if he suddenly realized that he was being followed. A feeling of deja vu hit him like a sack of potatoes, as sudden and violent as the mood swing that had kept him from falling asleep at his apartment. He found himself asking a series of disturbing questions - had he been here before? Doing this? When? For what reason? He couldn't recall. The answers were lost to him, veiled behind a fog as thick as the mist in front of his face, leaving him with naught but a disturbing feeling that he was living this moment twice. He shuddered and turned away from the cool, misty night, heading into the bar to get something to eat.

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Post by Willoria » Mon Feb 05, 2018 7:34 am

Runar had spent a long day on his ship, making necessary repairs and looking things over. It was still new to him, the next time he went raiding he'd be leading, not following his father's lead, and that thought brought a grin to his face. Though his brothers were in no mood to celebrate his good fortune, his two sisters were, and the trio had sought out the Bloodriver Bar for their celebrations. Runar was leaned against the bar with a grin on his face and a drink in hand as he toasted with his sisters. One of them had long blonde hair, pulled back in braids and like Runar her eyes were a sea-green. The other had light brown hair that was pulled back into a simple ponytail. All three intermittently spoke in another language, but other moments they spoke the same as everyone else.

"When are you going, brother?" One of the girls asked, and Runar shrugged.

"I was thinking a couple weeks." The man replied, sighing. "I'll have to find a crew, doubt any of our brothers can swallow their bitterness long enough to raid with me." he added with a snicker.

Both girls laughed along with him a moment before the other sister spoke up. "What about us? You know we can fight."

Runar looked at his little sister a moment and nodded. "It's past time you were properly blooded, eh?" he teased, suddenly pulling his sister into a headlock as laughter erupted from the other.
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[Closed] Re: Starting A Fight

Post by Golnax » Tue Feb 06, 2018 7:48 pm

Stepping into the bar, the white haired jounin looked around with a restless ferver that came with the nature of his peculiar mood. The bar was filled with it's usual sorts of customers, shinobi of varying ranks, merchants, citizens of the village, all mostly minding their own business. There was one group, though, where his eyes rested on momentarily. A man and two women, all three of them looking as if they were having just a gay ol' time. Laughing about this or that, horsing around with one another. From the look of the man's outfit, he was a fisher, or maybe someone who worked in the harbor based on his figure. The women beside him, he assumed, might as well have been bar floosies or prostitutes. It didn't matter to him. What DID matter was the fact that they appeared to be happy, while he himself was far from that happiness.

He knew it was petty, he knew that he was letting the anger get the better of him, but all the same he couldn't help but just feel angry at the three of them for being in a good mood while his was so shitty. Aimi turned his head away from them and went to the bar, taking a seat at it and waiting for the bar tender to deal with him. He quietly ordered himself something to eat and something small to drink, trying to ignore the seemingly loud voices of the three happy patrons off in their own little world. He closed his eyes and tried to tune them out, to just forget that such happiness could exist for a moment. What was the most frustrating thing of all was that he felt himself wanting to go over to their table and join them, to try and immolate their mood in the hopes that it would improve his own. He knew, somewhere in his heart of hearts, that he should strive to be happy as they were and not let some mysterious unknown get him so flustered as it had. The problem was that he was in such a pissy mood that he wasn't exactly listening to reason at that very moment, his temperament completely out of balance from what it normally was.

For the time being, he simply sulked at the bar, trying not to notice the strangers at their table being so merry.

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Post by Willoria » Tue Feb 06, 2018 10:45 pm

"Come on, Little One! Make your escape!" Runar taunted as his little sister struggled in vain to get out of his grasp and the big man laughed. Before long he let her go himself and laughed even harder as she tried to slap him on the chest and face, which of course did nothing. The slaps were all in play it appeared, though most around them wouldn't realize they were delivered at full force. Runar just simply could take a good hit as if it were nothing more than a playful smack. Of course as he teased his sister, Runar realized his cup was empty and returned to the bar for another drink, just tipsy enough to not even realize he bumped into someone on the way, and far too happy to notice enough to apologize either. Once his drink was refilled he turned back towards his sisters just in time to see a man slap the youngest on the ass which brought a snarl out from under Runar's breath.

In less than two strides Runar reached them, and as the man turned to face him Runar delivered a punch that sent him flying back into a table and shattering it. Wood splintered and was sent flying every which way, and the man who had been hit was not only unconscious, it was pretty clear bones in his face were broken. Men who had been drinking with him suddenly stood and turned to face Runar.

And yet it only made the man grin. Laughing, he downed his drink and tossed the cup back to one of his sisters. He barked a laugh at the men and let out a snarl of a shout. "COME ON!"
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Post by Golnax » Wed Feb 07, 2018 1:17 am

Aimi's food arrived not long after he ordered it, a quiet, soothing turn of events that promised both a full stomach and a decent taste in his mouth. He looked down at the small plate and bowl placed in front of him, his order of 3 onigiri accompanied with a bowl of soy sauce right there in front of his face. Looking down at the food, he thought to himself, 'Maybe things aren't so bad. I still have no idea why I'm in a bad mood, and those people and their happiness might be annoying as fuck, but things aren't really so bad. I've got some nice food, there's not a person here who'd think of reasonably fucking with me, I'm basically a celebrity among celebrities in this village... yeah. Things aren't too bad. Just breath, eat your food, and -
'


His train of thought was interrupted as the larger, buff individual he had been loathing just a minute ago bumped into him. Aimi's jaw locked in place as he teeth ground against each other, glaring over in the drunken direction of the man and wishing that he had the ability to just send the man flying with a thought. The ensuing imaginary image of just that thing happening was rather graphic and satisfying to think about, but it ultimately remained but a thought as he turned his eyes back down to his rice balls while the man got his drink and left. 'Just ignore him just ignore him just ignore him just ignore him just ignore him,' Aimi found himself repeating in his head as he glared down at his food, picking up a riceball and holding it delicately in his hand, trying his very gold-star best not to clench his fist and destroy the delicious treat.

Behind him, things began to slowly erupt in a cascade of violence, started by none other than the large presumed fisherman he had bumped into (Or perhaps the man who had patted his female companion's caboose, depending on your point of view). A punch was throat, a face was broken, a challenge was issued. In a bar practically filled to the brim with shinobi. In what was arguably the most aggressive ninja village in the world. Shinobi got up on their feet all over the bar, either to look at what the sudden commotion was or to answer the challenge. One remained seated, indifferent to the chaos that was going on behind him. As some people lunged forward towards the man who had thrown the punch, others were beginning to have their own excuses for fighting, some outright taking the chance to get in a cheap shot on some personal adversary in the confusion of the moment, while others getting into confrontations purely because someone had bumped into them and they decided to shove back. The bar tender was long gone at this point, and those civilians who could get out of the door, or a handy window if one presented itself, were similarly vacant from the scene.

Aimi was sat squarely on his stool, repeating his magic words of anger management over and over to himself as his hand moved over to dip his onigiri into the little saucer of soy sauce. He dipped once, twice, thrice, telling himself that things were going to be ok. They'd be juuuuuuuuust fine, as long as he could get this ball of rice in his mouth. He opened his lips and brought the tender ball of rice up to them in order to take a bite, already savoring the flavors that he was expecting before they touched his lips.

Then came the glass. Flung clear across the bar, not even directly aimed at Aimi in particular by at a ninja who had dodged out of the way of it, the heavy glass sailed in what seemed like a perfect arch towards some mystical magnetic point that was connected to the back of Aimi's head. Right as his teeth were about to sink into the treat he'd ordered, the glass collided with the back of Aimi's skull, breaking into three messy pieces that flew off in different directions, his head getting pushed forward so that he headbutted his riceball, completely destroying the carefully crafted confection as it crumbled in his clenched fingers, his hands having instinctively tensed up along with the rest of his body in response to the pain. And oh, what pain there was.

Aimi's head was bleeding, and as was the case with any head wound, it was rather profuse. The pain in his head was throbbing, feeling as if it radiated outwards in pulses of light while blood spurt out from his wounded skin. He couldn't be certain, but he felt as if his skull might have actually been fractured a bit based on the ringing in his ears, the spots in his eyesight and the accompanying scraping sound in his head that could only have been bone grinding on bone. There was rice stuck to his face and he now had an immense, unwarranted, unnecessary headache. He sat there for a few moments, eyes closed as his face scrunched up further than what it had already been, transformed from a look of mild anger to a pure, seething rage. His body did what it was designed to do and healed the wound rapidly, the cut on his head being easy enough to fix even if his hair was already stained with his blood. He couldn't wait for his body to slowly fix his skull fracture and so immediately channeled chakra through his bones to heal himself up, his hands clenching into quaking fists.

'That's it,' he thought to himself. 'Everybody dies.'

Aimi stood up from his stool slowly, bringing his hand up to his face and wiping the rice off of it, flinging his hand to the side and sending the bits of rice down to the floor. Unclenching his fists, though his fingers remained curled into viscous claws, the Yamai channeled chakra through his bones once again and pushed out from the palms of his hands two twin shards of bones, each one about a meter long and ending in two wicked points. He took one last brief, fleeting moment to reconsider what it was he was about to do. A moment that was flung to the wayside as someone was pushed into his back, jolting the Yamai like a sudden shock of electricity sent through him via a button that told the nerves in his body to make his muscles act, with a side note that he could think about it later.

With a speed that could only come from years of practice, Aimi whirled around and lifted his arms up, his left elbow spinning around and connecting with the head of whoever it was that had bumped into him. His feet twisted with the rest of his body, stepping around whoever it was that he'd just assaulted as his right arm came around, a faint whistle calling out in the air as he cut through it. Taking a step back, Aimi thrust his right arm forward and stabbed the patron in their right shoulder, the bone sinking in easily into the flesh of the young man, and the flesh of the Yamai putting enough force behind the thrust that it pierced through the man's shoulder blade, coming out the back of his body with a clean spurt of blood. Aimi yanked his arm out of him in the same instant that he jumped back, leaving the man with a bewildered look of shock and pain on his face.

Aimi landed gracefully about two meters away on the balls of his left feet, his body maintaining the spin that he had begun when he whirled around, his arms tucked in over his chest, his knees bent. He straightened his body up as he brought the spin of his body around once more, extending his arms out and slashing at anyone and everyone around him within a two meter radius, his bones cutting arms, torsos and the occasional leg like a whirling top of pain. He spin came to a halt as he brought his right foot down flat against the floor, his eyes looking around for the next person he was to dance around. By that point, however, people had already noticed his presence, a fair number of them as a matter of fact, and the Yamai was suddenly surrounded by angry shinobi who were looking to either take out their aggression on him or to pay him back for the cuts he'd inflicted.

The white haired jounin was still for maybe a couple of seconds before someone went to act, one of the patrons drawing a rather large dagger or a very short sword out of it's sheath and lunging forward towards him to cut out their own personal pound of flesh! The half naked shinobi reacted by taking a half step back, bending his knee and throwing his body backwards to duck underneath the blade before spinning on the spot and, keeping himself hunched low, shot his arms out to strike at each of the man's kidney's before rising up and slashing upwards across his chest, turning his back on the man in favor of whoever came next. He was a white whirl among an ever growing violent sea of shinobi or local drunks duking it out with one another, the eye of a storm that was rapidly building up into a hurricane. His every movement was swift and fluid, his strikes quick and precise, wasting as little energy as possible as he went from one person to the next. If there was anyone there who could follow his movements, one could almost say that he was dancing.

This deadly dance lead him from one person to the next, cutting a path through the bar that, incidentally, lead him in the opposite direction as the man who had started it all. He didn't stop, he didn't think. He just danced his violent and graceful dance, carving up his pound of flesh from any and everyone there who didn't have the ability to get out of the way of his fury in time.

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By channeling chakra throughout their own body or that of another the user causes the bones of those affected to ossify, completely fixing minor breaks and fractures over the course of a single post.
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C-Ranked Nintaijutsu Maneuver
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A technique meant to be used against groups of enemies, the user will channel to ossify bone in their arm, creating two 1 meter long lance-like bones out of the palms of their hands. The user then rushes forward into a crowd of enemies, striking at them with thrusts and slashes. This technique is difficult to master, in that the user's movements must be swift, fluid, flexible, and precise. With each strike, the user aims for a vital point of an opponent before moving on to another. Once the user begins the technique, it is imperative that they maintain continuous motion so as to maintain a delicate balance of offense and evasion.
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Post by Willoria » Thu Feb 08, 2018 5:34 pm

Runar was thoroughly enjoying himself. Laughing maniacally in a deep tone, there was a man on either side of him holding his arms to his sides while another punched him. Blood running down his chin he grinned. "Feels like your mother's kiss!" he taunted with another laugh, mouth wide open in a wicked grin. The other wound up for another punch but as his hand pulled back, Runar suddenly reared up and kicked him square in the chest. A twist of one shoulder and one of the men holding him went down, a twist of the other and the other was in front of Runar. For a brief moment anyway, until Runar threw a punch of his own and knocked him back on his ass.

As he turned he had a chance to witness the way Aimi dispatched his own targets. He thoroughly enjoyed the show of course, but also was enjoying the warmth of the drink in his gut and the taste of blood in his mouth. As Aimi's dance continued, moving near Runar, Runar himself took a long stride forward as Aimi would turn. If things went as Runar was aiming, Aimi would have a sudden meeting with Runar's arm, face first.

But before Runar could capitolize on it, and only laughed, a man dove at him at the waist and knocked Runar back. It didn't knock him over, but made him laugh before he punched downward into the back of the man's neck.
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[Closed] Re: Starting A Fight

Post by Golnax » Fri Feb 09, 2018 1:39 am

It quickly became apparent to those in the bar still within their good senses or conscious for that fact that one of the combative ninja was not like the others. They could tell from the relatively small trail of the fallen, left wounded but not necessarily dying, that those left in the wake of the pale jounin were out for the count more often than not and in need of medical ninjutsu if not outright emergency surgery to tend to their wounds! It spread quickly throughout the bar, because it had to if people were to survive, that the Yamai wasn't actually participating in the bar room brawl like the rest of them were but was instead going berserk, actually hurting people and causing, in some cases, lethal damage! It was silently agreed among those patrons who were aware of this fact that he needed to be stopped pronto. For them, the brawl was over with.

Yet there were those who seemed to be blissfully unaware of Aimi's rampage, like the big, buff drunk man who had come here with his sisters, unbeknownst to Aimi, and was currently outright charging towards the white haired jounin! He saw him coming, too, the Yamai's head turning just as the man came into view and was getting ready to attempt a clothesline. Aimi, in turn, had brought his right arm upwards with the intent of impaling the man's arm through his bicep! The encounter was yet delayed, though, as two shinobi directly stepped into their paths, one tackling the drunken berserker and halting his advance for the moment while the other swiftly brought a kunai up and struck at Aimi's bone lance, knocking his arm off course to impaling anything and instead thrusting up only into the air.

In nearly the same instant Aimi became surrounded by five other shinobi, each one of them having weapons drawn and facing him. This gave him reason to pause, his first dance coming to an end as he stood in the middle of the circle of armed ninja, blood pooling at his feet from the tips of his bone lances. "That's ENOUGH, Yamai! No one here is trying to kill anyone except you! Do you forget what house you're bled from!? What dishonor you bring upon them!?" the shinobi who had deflected his lance demanded to know, earning him a fiery glare from the enraged Aimi. He didn't know who this ninja was, and he obviously didn't know Aimi, and yet he would DARE try to tell him from which house he bleeds for!? As if he or any other Yamai could ever forget!? The ignorance of this unfortunate shinobi got under his skin, his nostrils flaring and his hands clutching into fists, crashing the bone lances at their stems in his palm and sending them clattering down to the floor.

"Don't," Aimi almost whispered, a sickening crack echoing out through the seven shinobi's immediate vicinity as the bare chested jounin's left shoulder jutted up suddenly; the movement was almost unnatural. "Address," he growled, barely in control of his own words as the skin of his left shoulder rose up and pushed out a hunk of bone, the muscles in his arm and shoulder flexing and twitching as they worked in unison to push the newly formed bone out from his body. He reached up with his right hand and grabbed onto the bone, gripping it tightly and pulling it the rest of the way out of his arm, his voice rising up to a shout as he finished, "Me as if I don't know my own house!!"

He was on the shinobi who had spoke in the next moment, taking a step forward towards him and thrusting his right arm forward multiple times, the speed of each strike making it seem as though his arm were merely a blur of movement to those without the sharpest of eyes. Certainly the shinobi in front of him lacked such eyes, simply staring wide eyed as he had no time to react to Aimi's aggression between his speed and the extremely short distance between the two of them, the bone weilder able to impale right wrist, left shoulder, slice his right cheek and stab into his right knee within the span of time that it would take someone to blink.

It took only a half of an instant longer for the other five to react, each one of the lunging forward with the intent of subduing Aimi in one way or another. Aimi was able to react just as quickly, the Yamai spinning around on the balls of his feet and jumping backwards through the air, twisting his body and bringing his left leg up and around to kick the first man to his right in the head, sending him careening down to the floor. The rest were on him rather quickly, two of them throwing a kunai and a shuriken respectively which connected with his body, the shuriken embedding itself into his thigh and the blade of the kunai sinking into his right shoulder. The others were each weaving handseals for jutsu to try and stop him. Aimi hissed in pain and rage, his feet landing on the floor and the muscles in his legs immediately tensing up as an explosion of pain radiated out from his right thigh. Ignoring the pain as best as he could, he lunged forward, darting past the two still airborne shinobi who had embedded his body with their weaponry and heading straight for the sign weavers.

He stopped in front of the first one suddenly, a brief gust accompanying his sudden stop as he rose his right arm to strike, more pain exploding from his wounded shoulder. The ninja, acting on reflex as he tried to defend himself, raised his arms up and crossed them in front of him, the only thing he had time to do before once again Aimi's arm struck as an unseeable blur, the meter long improvised sword stabbing into both of the shinobi's arms and his torso at least thrice before the Yamai launched him backwards across the bar with a kick to the stomach. As he brought his foot back down to the floor, he brought his left hand up to his right shoulder and yanked the kunai out, spinning around and throwing it at another of the ninja weaving signs, the one to his left, before leaping and spinning his right leg around towards the final attempted jutsu caster, the shuriken embedded in his thigh finding its way into the ninja's shoulder. In the instant that the man winced in pain, Aimi's good leg struck solid on the floor, supporting him as he whisked his bone sword up and into the man's liver, faster than he could blink.

Yanking his shuriken embedded leg from out of the man's shoulder, the shuriken having only sunk deeper into his flesh from his stunt, Aimi pulled the tip of his marrow blade out from the poor man's gut and spun it around, bringing the blunt end of it up to meet his forehead and sending him falling back to the floor. Still facing three able bodied Kirigakure shinobi, Aimi turned to face his foes, teeth grit from pain. He spun his sword around once more and yanked the shuriken out of his leg with a grunt, throwing it at the as of yet uninjured ninja to his left while rushing forward to strike at the right, once again unleashing a flurry of speedy blows all over his body which left him riddled with holes both great and small. Aimi then turned his attention to the distracted shinobi and, grabbing him by the face, forced his head down to the floor, his legs left hanging up above his head for a moment before falling down with him. Taking advantage of his adversary's momentary stunned state, Aimi lifted up his sword and drove it down to the left side of the man's head, the tip of his blade ripping through his ear and piercing the floor below with enough force to not only rupture the floor boards and embed chunks of wood into his flesh, but to rupture his ear drum, incapacitating him for the moment.

Letting go of the ninja's head, he turned to face the shinobi he'd thrown the kunai at before and found him running away in a flash, perhaps to gain some sort of tactical distance, or perhaps to go get help, or maybe just plain running away out of fear of a superior opponent. Aimi didn't know and Aimi didn't care. He turned his attention back to the first shinobi he'd assaulted, who was just beginning to get up off of the floor. He walked over to the man with a slight limp thanks to the wound in his leg, although both it and the wound in his shoulder were already healing rapidly, and planted his foot on the man's chest before raising his blade of bone up and thrusting it down into both of the shinobi's shoulders, through his ribs and his kidneys in rapid succession, making sure that the strikes he made on him were lethal for reminding him of the house he so hated serving.

That finished, Aimi turned his attention back to the large man who had already dispatched of the shinobi who had tried to keep him out of Aimi's path in a much less flashy or elegant fashion, a simple blow to the back of the head proving enough for the drunken man. Aimi's ire was now directed towards this man, this man whose happiness he had envied from the moment he stepped into the bar and who had drunkenly bumped into him while he sat at the bar without word of apology. Some fisherman probably, some merchant living high on the hog. Aimi rushed towards the man, no one left between the two to stop him, his blade wielding arm raised. As he closed the distance between the two of them, he'd once more give an enormously fast series of thrusts aimed at various points on the larger man's body, fairly confident that this man wouldn't even see his movements, let along be able to dodge them: Even though he knew not what he faced.

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[Strong Fist Style • Rejection]
C-Ranked Taijutsu Maneuver
Prerequisite: 15 Strength
A counter grapple technique, the user waits for an opponent to strike at them before stepping out of the way. Once the user has successfully dodged the attack, they will extend their arm forward and grab a hold of the targets' face. The user then takes a step forward and forces the opponents' head downward, slamming it into the ground below.
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Death Bone Pulse • Dance of the Camellia
B-Ranked Nintaijutsu Maneuver
Prerequisite: Death Bone Pulse • Dance of the Willows, 35 Speed, 20 Instinct
The user will channel to ossify bone in their arm, pushing the bone out of their shoulder and creating a short, 1 meter long 'sword' of bone. The user rushes towards the opponent with bone in hand and thrusts it at them repeatedly, their arm moving so fast that it appears as a blur. The user's arm is impossible to track unless the opponents' Instinct is greater than or equal to the user's Speed. To use this technique effectively, the user must keep up the pressure on the opponent, continually attacking them with the eventual outcome that the opponent leaves an opening in their defenses that the user can strike at.
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Post by Willoria » Fri Feb 09, 2018 4:21 pm

Runar knocked the foolish tackler to the ground and turned to hear what was said to Aimi. The big man laughed as Aimi began to contort unnaturally. "Dishonor?! You, oh puny one, know nothing of honor! In blood there is honor! In bloodshed there is honor!" He gestured widely with a drunken laugh. "These men began the fight, the combat, they wanted blood and now they get it!" He laughed outright as someone swore and threw something at his head. The glass shattered, but Runar didn't even stagger. The man turned to look at the one who had thrown it, blood running down the right side of his face from a couple of cuts the broken glass had given him, and he simply grinned. "Are you next?!" he snarled as he turned and took a few large strides towards the man.

Only one thing stopped the drunken behemoth. He turned and saw another man grab his youngest sister by the neck. The girl was a Special Jounin, but her field of focus was medicine and as such had yet to spill blood. It was a rare thing in a Kiri shinobi and Runar knew that, but this man didn't. Runar wasn't going to tell him either, but he was certainly going to intervene. He suddenly turned and took strides towards the table where his sisters had been trying to keep out of the way, his other sister preoccupied with a fight of her own already that she seemed to be fighting. "ASLAUG!" Runar yelled his sister's nickname and her eyes came to his just as he reached out and grabbed the other man. "You think you can touch my sister huh?!" He growled, taking the man by the throat and pulling him away.

Of course, as he did so he turned and also saw Aimi coming at him with a blade. With a snort, Runar wasn't even going to try and dodge anything. As if he weighed nothing, Runar took the man he already had by the throat and hefted him up and tossed him straight at Aimi. If he was able to watch the two go tumbling as he planned, hopefully with the one he threw stabbed by Aimi, he would simply burst out laughing.
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[Closed] Re: Starting A Fight

Post by Golnax » Fri Feb 09, 2018 5:37 pm

As the large man he had been going for threw yet another man in between the two of them, Aimi restrained his arm. The distance between the two of them at that point was maybe five meters at the most and he frankly couldn't properly believe what he was seeing. The man had seen him coming, Aimi saw his eyes make contact with his own, and instead of facing him head on as he had done to any other ruffian who had gotten in his way or gotten a little too close to one of the women he was with in particular, he chose to instead throw some bystander at him - as if that were all it would take to get rid of them both in a single movement of his arm! Rage coursed through the pale jounin at suffering the worst insult yet, his hand gripping tighter on the handle of his blade of bone and chakra rushing through his body, channeling and ossifying bone all throughout his body for a specific and deadly purpose.

The man sailed through the air towards him and Aimi held firm his ground. His skin rippled as the changes to his skeletal structure took place rapidly until, as the man was roughly two meters away from colliding with the jounin, Aimi's entire body flexed and from all over his being - his torso, his back, his arms and his legs - erupted sharp, curved bones innumerable, the skin on his body tenting upwards for a moment before the bones broke through and stuck out from him. He looked more akin to some twisted porcupine than a man in that moment in time, and a very agitated one at that.

As two meters became one, Aimi stepped up onto the balls of his feet and began to spin around rapidly, keeping his arms as close to his chest as he could to increase the centrifugal force of his spin. He once more became just a blur of white as he spun on the spot as fast and as hard as he could, becoming a spinning top of shredding bone that would be the unfortunate end of the man Runar had so carelessly thrown at him. As the distance was fully closed and the man came into contact with Aimi's death roll, the effects were startling, immediate and gory. As soft flesh came into contact with hard bone there was a spray of red as blood splattered over the bar in front of and behind the spinning Aimi. The man's clothes were shredded with every jagged bone that tore through them along with his flesh, chunks of body flying in the same manner as his clothes. The unfortunate soul's body was sent in a spin that ran counter clockwise to Aimi's as if turned into an organic gear in some grisly clock.

They didn't remain in contact with each other long, mercifully, the exchange between the two lasting only for a couple of seconds at the most before the man was sent spinning off away from Aimi and landing in a pulpy heap, breaking a couple of chairs and toppling over a table. His body lay twitching and bloody on the floor, looking as if some sort of wild animal had gotten a hold of him and tore into his body indiscriminately, his clothes torn beyond repair, deep and shallow cuts gouged into his body at random angles. Aimi didn't look much better. As his spin came to a stop, the Yamai facing the object of his ire, the up until that point mostly clean jounin now covered in blood and gore, bits of flesh still hanging onto the rib-like bones jutting out of his body and a coating of blood covering him from head to toe, staining his hair and his white cloak both. He appeared like some sort of hellish statue painted by some demonic Jackson Pollock - and his eyes were fixed firmly on the large presumed fisherman.

Intimidating as the man's appearance might have been, it didn't stop those who wanted to stop him from going on any further. As Aimi took a heavy step forward to try once again to confront Runar, someone appeared out of the corner of his eye and came rushing towards him. The blond-stained Yamai turned his head to look at his oncoming aggressor, barely recognizing him as the shinobi he thought he had incapacitated earlier - the one with a cut on his right cheek. He was now brandishing a rather large hunting knife in his left hand, his right cradled and bleeding against his chest. Though his movements were impaired he came rushing towards Aimi with as much strength and speed as he could muster, evidently hoping to catch him while he was off guard and distracted.

Again proving this man's misfortune, Aimi acted accordingly and raised up his right arm a moment before the man lashed out at him, more bones breaking out from his arm and shooting upwards, catching and blocking the man's blade. His bones were like an ivory bear trap, keeping the wounded shinobi from driving the blade home or drawing it back. Under different circumstances, Aimi might have found the mans' actions honorable and worthy of praise. In this instance, however, it served only to piss him off. Taking a half step back while keeping his arm raised up, Aimi leaned back and brought his spiny right leg up to a swift kick against the back of the shinobi's neck, his bones sinking into him with a wet puncturing sound. The mans' eyes went blank and Aimi yanked his leg out of the man's neck, withdrawing his bones from off of the man's blade and letting him fall to the floor, his watch ended.

Once more, Aimi turned back towards the large man and glared, stepping towards him like the violence-crazed madman he was at that moment in time, itching to prove himself the most capable killer in that bar by subduing or murdering everyone else in there - the protective fisherman next on his hit list.

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Death Bone Pulse • Dance of the Larch
B-Ranked Nintaijutsu Maneuver
A defensive technique, the user will channel to ossify bone throughout their body. When an opponent moves to strike at the user with taijutsu, rib-bones will jut out of the user's body on either side of the on coming attack at a Speed of 20, clasping onto the limb or weapon of the opponent and stopping it from reaching the user. These bones have a Strength of 20. Alternatively, the user may have these rib-like bones emerge from every part of the user's body. When an opponent moves to strike at the user with taijutsu, the user will stand upon their toes and rapidly spin on the spot, becoming a deadly whirl of sharp bones which can rip an unwary opponent to shreds.
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Post by Willoria » Fri Feb 09, 2018 6:07 pm

Runar was grinning from ear to ear as he watched everything Aimi did. He only broke his eyes away for a moment, signalling his sisters with a hand before the pair left the bar. He had seen the damage Aimi did so far, and knew protecting his sisters would only work for so long against another killer. To face one, he needed no distractions and right now thats all his sisters would become, distractions and weak targets compared to himself. His eyes turned back to Aimi as he watched another man stupid enough to approach him. He watched, and paced, and kicked around a couple of bodies before he could find what he wanted. The axes now in his hands weren't his, and he hated them for it, but they would suffice. Blood decorated their handles already, but the slick feeling of it kept the grin plastered on Runar's lips.

He paced, waiting for Aimi to dispatch his current target before planning a move, at least a reactive one. He had no plans to go after Aimi of course, why pick a pointless fight here? As far as he could tell he had no reason to attack him, but every reason to respect him. "So you can bleed your targets like hell too, eh?" He asked, moving carefully across bodies as he watched Aimi. "Never had a chance to fight a Yamai myself... could be fun." he added with a playful shrug and a laugh. "But why should I? I see here a man to respect, let us share a drink then. But it looks like the choice is yours, so what is it? You want to have a drink with me? Or shall I end your spree?"

He motioned his hands outwards briefly as part of his offer, but then shortly after he took up an offensive stance. His feet paced, his hands spun the axes in hand, over his head, at his side, even behind his back as he moved, all while keeping Aimi in sight. "By Blood, to Valhalla."
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[Ryōte • Dual Wielding]
C-Ranked Taijutsu Discipline
Prerequisites: [Ryōte • Ambidextrous]
The user has dedicated enough time to their work within their taijutsu style to build off the Ambidexterity technique and not only wield with either hand, but use weapons in either hand simultaneously and without sacrificing their effectiveness in battle.

[Ryōte • Ready Offense]
D-Ranked Taijutsu Stance
The user stands ready with an axe in either hand and ready to attack. However unlike most stances, this stance is not about standing still. The feet will move as they turn and spin the axes in their hands, the user will take steps to turn back and forth or all the way around, keeping a constant motion and momentum going with their weapons.
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[Closed] Re: Starting A Fight

Post by Golnax » Fri Feb 09, 2018 8:56 pm

It was funny how things changed in an instant. Aimi watched as the man dismissed the two women he had come there with and he watched when they left. He didn't see the man pick the axes up from off of the floor but he knew what it meant seeing him holding them. He was prepared to fight, and fight perhaps even to the death! That was just fine with Aimi, given his mood, and as the larger man began to pace back and forth, stepping on or over bodies of the fallen, he continued to step forward. But then something happened which stuck out like a needle in his mind. The man spoke, directly to him for once, and proclaimed first that he thought it'd be fun to fight him, but that he could also respect Aimi. At first the sentiment seemed natural to the Yamai. Of course he should be respected! He was a shinobi of Kirigakure, every one of them should be respected and feared, but more than that he was Aimi Yamai! By that point in his career he should have earned the respect of anyone who knew his name a dozen times over! But it was the way he said it that struck Aimi as odd.

It was the tone that made him ask himself, 'Respect for what?' In that moment, he reflected on the question hard, his forward march halted as he blinked and looked at the man preparing for a fight. Now that he was actually thinking for a moment, although still enraged, he realized that this man couldn't have known who he was. They'd never met, for starters, and he looked like he could have been older than Aimi was. Not to mention the possibility that they were likely in entirely different professions, and it wasn't as if the Yamai tried to spread his name around the village so that every living soul knew who he was by name. So why had he earned this man's respect? For what he had done thus far in the bar? For the first time he reflected back on all he had done and heard the sound of groaning and the occasional scream of pain that had come from his rampage, the sound of a choked gurgle as the man he had shredded lay bleeding out on the floor. Was this something to be proud of? Truly? A fit of rage that sent him flying off the handle as a berserker, attacking anyone and everyone in his sight indiscriminately, aiming to be lethal and succeeding in several cases? Were his actions really worthy of respect, beyond the raw ability he had displayed in performing his actions?

The answer, he realized, was no. This wasn't who he was. Despite the village he had grown up in, lived in, trained for, worked for, he wasn't a killer of the unjust, the unworthy. If he was, he would have spent a lot more time in the Untouchable District performing feats like the ones he had done tonight. He wasn't one to let his wrath get the better of him without cause like it had tonight, and yet he had. Because of that, he deserved no respect from this stranger who freely gave it in view of his ability to kill and that shamed Aimi. There was no honor in being respected for an uncontrolled rampage, and no dignity in taking prideful credit for it either...

And yet, despite realizing this, Aimi was still enraged. Though his limbs now felt heavy with the weight of what he'd done, the fire of his anger still burned bright and hot within him. He still looked on at this axe wielding man with the desire to see him be brought low by his hand, to be defeated for his lack of respect before. Had he known that the bar fight that had brought them both to this point was this man's fault, he would have added that as another legitimate reason to see this man crumble. His rage was still present, still unquenched, and until it was he knew that he couldn't stop. He would either have to sate his thirst for violence, or be forced to stop. Whichever came first.

What made the decision for him, ultimately, was the sight of the man taking up a stance with those axes. He wasn't familiar with the stance by any means and couldn't identify the style he was using, but he knew that it was a style none the less. His form was too rigid, too particular, the way he held his weapons showed he had experience with them - all signs of someone who was well practiced in taijutsu. That gave him further pause, making him ask the silly question of whether this man was actually a fisherman or not. Was it possible, he pondered, that this man was a ninja? His senior, perhaps, by a few years which would explain why he didn't know him and vice versa? He couldn't deny that it was a possibility, and it only furthered his rage and shame. That he could act so out of his usual character and yet still apparently earn the respect of another ninja, for whatever reason they so chose to give it, was a new cocktail of emotions that he had to swallow.

Slowly, the bones all over his body retracted back into him, becoming harmless as they were converted back into calcium and the like and reabsorbed by his body. He stood up straight, more relaxed, as he faced his adversary, still clutching his sword of bone. He made up his mind that he was going to keep fighting until defeated himself or his thirst for violence quenched, but he also made it a point to himself to not kill anymore people... if he could help it. "You... are going to fight me," he growled out, excessively obvious that he was fighting to keep his voice steady and level as he spoke. There came another sickening cracking sound that rang out through the bar, now much more empty than it had been when the bar room brawl started, and Aimi's chest lurched forward as his spine began to morph beneath his skin. "Loser can buy drinks."

He channeled his chakra through his bones and his muscles worked to push his spine up and out of his skin from between his shoulder blades, the skin on his back tenting once again as the bones began to push through, parting his bloodied hair. He passed the bone sword over to his left hand and reached up and over his shoulder with his right, gripping onto the hunk of his own spinal column that had emerged from his back as though he were holding onto any other sword, his chakra still modifying and duplicating his spine still within his body. He waited for a few moments to see if the man would try anything, wondering if he was holding himself on the defensive or if he was just waiting to react to Aimi's own movements. He decided, ultimately, that the first move should be his.

Without any further warning Aimi yanked his spine out of his back and slashed with it forward, unleashing one of his most powerful Iaido techniques in order to test the man in front of him. The slash of his spine, acting as a sword and his own body as a sheath, was so quick and executed with such strength that it sent a current of cutting air forward, nearly invisible but for the shimmer in the light, the whole movement happening in just over an instant, so quickly that it would be nearly impossible to see. The distance between the two men was still close to five meters, giving the large axe wielding man a short window of opportunity to dodge if he could. If he did, the wave of air would cut through any tables, chairs and even the wall of the building behind him, leaving behind a hole wherever it had been. After making his initial strike Aimi would stand up straight, observing how the man reacted to his attack and holding his bones in either hand, ready to react himself if necessary.

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[Iaido • Posture Master]
B-Ranked Kenjutsu Stance
Prerequisite: 25 Taijutsu
Some practitioners of Iaido wear their blades horizontally on their lower back. Others wear their blades vertically on their back. For these practitioners, there is this stance. Using this stance, so long as the user has a perceptible sheath to return their blade to, even if that sheath is the earth itself, the user may use Iaido maneuvers from any stance.

[Iaido • Dragon Strike]
A-Ranked Kenjutsu Maneuver
Prerequisite: B-Ranked [Iaido • Dragon Strike]
The user steps forward with the front leg while unsheathing the blade in a horizontal attacking motion across the body. So swift is this technique that it is akin to a "flash", being impossible to see unless the opponents' Instinct is greater than or equal to the user's Speed. This slash creates a thin wave of nearly invisible air which cuts whatever it comes into contact with with 3/4 the user's Strength and travels up to a distance equal to the user's Strength in meters.
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Death Bone Pulse • Dance of the Clematis: Vine
B-Ranked Nintaijutsu Maneuver
The user will channel to ossify bone in between their shoulder blades, pushing the top of the user's spinal column out of their back. The user may grip this top portion and pull it out of their body, creating a 1.5 meter long weapon out of their spine. The user modifies the protrusions on the vertebrae so that they are sharper. In between each vertebrae is a section of cartilage which give this weapon flexibility and can extend the reach of it up to 3 meters. This spinal column has a Strength of 20. The user may use this spinal column as a whip, polearm or sword. The user wraps the spinal column around an opponent within 3 meters of them, restraining the opponent. By channeling their chakra into the spinal column, the user is able to make the sharp protrusions grow and stab into the restrained opponent.


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[Closed] Re: Starting A Fight

Post by Willoria » Fri Feb 09, 2018 9:39 pm

"HA!" Runar let out the satisfied sound as Aimi challenged him to fight him, and even went so far as to state that the loser would buy drinks. Grinning wickedly, Runar nodded... and in an odd turn of events he took the two axes and flung them downward into a pair of corpses. If the fight was not to the death and indeed for drinks, Runar was not the sort of man to use weapons. But he knew his hands and the rest of his body very well was a well trained weapon all of its own. He didn't watch for Aimi's weapon to know what to do though, rather he just watched for Aimi to reach. As Aimi reached back, Runar moved with a burst of speed and dropped down low, rolling across the ground to come up in a closed distance with Aimi.

He moved as fast as he could, two palm strikes aimed for Aimi's chest as he suddenly came up in front of the man, Aimi's arms and 'blade' having sailed by already, and his hands slammed into him. With a twist of his body he moved around Aimi, aiming to get behind him and grab him by the waist, and by the back of his neck. If successful he would hoist Aimi over his head and drop to a knee... bringing Aimi down hard onto said knee.
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*Xylophone
A-Rank Taijutsu Maneuver
Pre-Requisites: 30 Strength & 30 Taijutsu
The user juts two palm strikes in quick sucession to the chest of their opponent which reverberates their rib cage snapping every rib, causing the opponent to suffer issues with breathing, and severe pain through their chest. For this move to be successful it requires +5 strength than the opponent. If the user has +8 strength than the opponent this move will cause punctured lungs with a completely broken rib cage.

*Bane of your Existence
A-Rank Taijutsu Maneuver
Pre-requisite: 25 Strength
The user grabs their opponent by the back of the neck, and lower spinal area (preferably their waistband or belt) and hoists them high above their head. The user then takes a knee forward bringing their opponent down on their back onto the user's knee attempting to break the opponent's back entirely. This would cause paralysis immediately from the area of the spinal injury to the legs further down. This technique damages the opponent's spinal cord beyond repair of conventional medicine causing them to become a paraplegic from the waist down. This injury can be repaired through the use of surgery or very strong Iijutsu. The user must have 5 higher Strength than the opponent's strength to be successful with this jutsu.
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[Closed] Re: Starting A Fight

Post by Golnax » Fri Feb 09, 2018 11:28 pm

Faster than Aimi could have possibly perceived at that time, the larger man in front of him was gone. Aimi hadn't blinked from the moment that he reached up and grabbed onto his own spinal chord to when he swung it forward to create his slice of cutting air. To his knowledge, there was no way that Runar could have moved completely out of his line of sight in the amount of time he had with the short distance between them. He watched as his attack, equally imperceptible to the man as the man's movements had been to him, sliced through the bar and out of the wall, cutting a path into the night through the mist and beyond, but there was no man. He had simply... vanished, as if a phantom, only for him to reappear an instant later in the bottom of his sight.

He had the merest inkling, the briefest of moments to register this, so quick that he could not distinguish it until after the man had struck him and made his presence violently known, before he was attacked. With the same insane speeds as before, the man thrust his open palms up against Aimi's bloodied torso, causing his chest to cave inwards and his eyes to bug out. He could feel his ribs - all of them - cracking inside of his chest, his lungs getting punctured and filling up with blood. The wind wasn't just knocked out of him, it was completely erased from his lungs in a single, eye-bulging moment, beyond blink and you'll miss it speeds! He had enough time to flick his eyes downward and confirm that, yes, that was the same man he had tried to cut just a moment ago, before he was once again gone from his sight, moved behind him and grabbing onto Aimi's body and lifting the smaller shinobi up into the air. Aimi dropped his weapons as pain screamed out from his chest like some infernal fire set loose inside of him, the armaments rendered useless to him anyways in the next instant as he was drove down onto the man's knee, his newly created spine breaking just as easily as his ribs had.

Aimi was dropped and he fell to the floor like a broken doll, the fall doing him absolutely no favors as blood was forcefully fed up his throat and coughed out of his mouth. His breathing was ragged and sounded like a wet bag with holes having air blow through it. He knew what that meant, even without the feeling of screeching pain in his upper chest. He could no longer feel anything from his lower ribs down. He also knew what that meant, and it was hard to say which was worse than the other; it was especially hard to determine which shock was worse, that of his body or that of his pride. Never in his life had he met someone who was faster than he was, let alone as fast as this man seemed to be. It outright boggled his mind that someone could be fast enough to not only dodge one of his fastest attacks from only five meters away but to avoid it entirely and get within a blind spot to strike at and devastate his body, all with that same sort of speed!

He couldn't properly comprehend just how fast the man would have had to move a moment ago in order to achieve the feet he had, nor did he have time to. His medical training kicked in as he once again coughed up blood, screaming a reminder to himself that he was dying and that he would be in agony for a very long time if he didn't do something to help his body heal that instant! He was alive and so he knew that his body would eventually recover, but that was an eventuality that he wasn't patient enough to let happen on it's own accord. As another wet cough wracked his body with quakes, Aimi channeled chakra throughout his skeletal system once again, using the largest amount of chakra that he had yet that evening and got to work healing his shattered bones.

Aimi cried out in pain as his bones shifted inside of his body, reassembling themselves as fragments were absorbed and the calcium reused to create new bones in place of the ones that had been broken, his chest visibly moving as his ribs pulled themselves out of his lungs and lined back up in their proper place. It was agony, but it was agony that he had dealt with before when he had first learned how to perform the jutsu that was allowing him to heal so quickly. He hadn't been eager to revisit the lesson since that day, and now that he was he remembered exactly why. Though his spine and his ribcage were repairing themselves faster than anyone else could dare to dream about, the pain that it caused his body was astronomical, a level of pain that he wasn't used to dealing with and one that he had to suffer through in order to get better.

Once he could feel his lower body again he knew that he was almost completely healed and a few more painful pops of his back later as his spine readjusted itself into the proper position, Aimi was left only with the heavy feeling of fluid in his lungs that were already healing of their own accord as rapidly as he could manage. Slowly, carefully, he rolled over onto his side and spat up more blood, his breathing still a terrible wheeze for the time being. With the crisis of immediate death passed, he pushed himself up to his feet and picked up the spine he had dropped, facing the man once again and standing on shaky feet, albeit he was standing. He had a feeling that the man wouldn't have been expecting him to stand ever again, though. Coughing up yet another bout of blood through shaky rasps, Aimi widened his stance so as to stand firm, even with his punctured lungs and gripped onto his removed spine tightly, a raise of his arm and a flick of his wrist causing the cartilage between each vertebrae to extend, lengthening the once rigid spine into a three meter long whip. There was a perplexed, defiant look on Aimi's face but he made no further move, no longer eager to be the first one to move out of the two of them.

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*Death Bone Pulse • Bone Healing
A-Ranked Ninjutsu
By channeling chakra throughout their own body or that of another the user causes the bones of those affected to ossify, completely fixing even the worst breaks in a short time, by concentrating for an entire post the user is even able to replace lost bones though this comes with the risk of being left incomplete if interrupted before then.
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Death Bone Pulse • Dance of the Clematis: Vine
B-Ranked Nintaijutsu Maneuver
The user will channel to ossify bone in between their shoulder blades, pushing the top of the user's spinal column out of their back. The user may grip this top portion and pull it out of their body, creating a 1.5 meter long weapon out of their spine. The user modifies the protrusions on the vertebrae so that they are sharper. In between each vertebrae is a section of cartilage which give this weapon flexibility and can extend the reach of it up to 3 meters. This spinal column has a Strength of 20. The user may use this spinal column as a whip, polearm or sword. The user wraps the spinal column around an opponent within 3 meters of them, restraining the opponent. By channeling their chakra into the spinal column, the user is able to make the sharp protrusions grow and stab into the restrained opponent.
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[Closed] Re: Starting A Fight

Post by Willoria » Sat Feb 10, 2018 12:07 am

Runar released Aimi and took a step back, crossing his arms over his chest as he watched the man struggle for life, for breath. He smiled, but it wasn't the sadistic grin of a man enjoying the pain of another. He was merely admiring one man's will to survive. To many it might have been sickening to watch, the sounds of Aimi's bones snapping back into place and even reforming, but Runar had heard far worse sounds on his raids, and at his hands. A couple of men rushed up, weapons in hand as if to finish Aimi off but Runar turned to stop them. One man got a broken arm for his trouble, the other was more insistent and stupid and received his own blade into his face for his trouble. When Runar turned back, Aimi was climbing back to his feet.

To say Runar was shocked would be an understatement. One of his eyebrows shot up and his head tilted slightly as he watched. He was more than shocked, he was impressed as well. Aimi stood, ready to fight further and it brought a strong sigh out of Runar. "Why don't we drink?" he asked carefully. "Let yourself heal better. Right now if we fight more the fun will end too sign and you just might die. I hate to kill a man as prone to bloodshed as I am."
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[Closed] Re: Starting A Fight

Post by Golnax » Sat Feb 10, 2018 12:18 am

Aimi considered the man's offer carefully, the wet mop that was his lungs sounding just as horrible as ever if not a bit fainter than before. He was fully willing to continue fighting if need be, completely confident that his body would outlast any sort of punishment that this man could deal out, or anyone there in the bar for that matter, but he was still hesitant to make the first move. That speed of his was unquestionably his greatest advantage over Aimi, and his strength wasn't anything to scoff at either. He wouldn't have found it difficult to believe that the man was holding back even. He knew based from his taijutsu and his speed that this man must be a shinobi of some prowess, one that he likely couldn't best in a fair and honest duel but perhaps through sheer tenacity. He offered drinks for the time being and a chance to let his body heal, his declaration of respect apparently genuine enough to let his aggressor get his strength back fully before they engaged again. He had even gone as far as to defend him while he was repairing his body, so at the very least Aimi couldn't count this man among his enemies, but could he say the same about the Yamai?

Warily, Aimi nodded and, before stepping towards the bar to have a seat, turned and lashed his whip wielding arm outwards, the extended spinal chord lashing out and wrapping around the man's throat whose arm his new drinking buddy, no longer quite the target of his ire, had snapped. There was a brief look of fear in the man's eyes before Aimi channeled his chakra through the spinal chord, causing the sharp spines to grow out one vertebrae at a time until they reached where his throat was ensnared, puncturing him several times over and causing flood to cascade out of his mouth. Unlike the white haired jounin, he wasn't going to be getting back up from that lethal injury.

Limping over towards the bar, Aimi took a heavy seat down, still wheezing heavily and coughing up blood as the holes in his lungs closed from the outside, his precious air sacs still bleeding quite a bit. "Name?" Aimi managed to wheeze out, his voice weak and not at all it's usual powerful baritone tone.

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Runar chuckled as he watched Aimi kill the one that he had only left alive. As he walked past the body to join Aimi, the man spit down on the dead man's face before sitting next to the Yamai. He made a motion to the bartender who of course looked rather skiddish. But it seemed a raise of the eyebrow, the unasked question, was all it took to get him moving again and before long there were drinks in front of the two men. Aimi asked for Runar's name and the man grimaced. "Karagata Rokuro." he said, feeling like he was admitting something distasteful. "But I prefer Runar." he added, clearly more comfortable with the nickname than his given name. Likely unknown to the Yamai the nickname was a tradition in Runar's family, and once earned his given name would almost never be used.

Except for with those who had no idea the significance of the earned nickname of course, the fact that it was a symbol of those who raided in the name of village and self-glory. Runar took a large swig of his drink, leaning back in his chair as he looked over at Aimi. "And you, what do you prefer to be called?" he asked rather gruffly, seeming to almost evaluate the condition of the man as he sat next to him. 'So much violence is perfect in a Raider...'
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Most of the bar was clearing out at that point. With the two main combatants having decided to take a break many of those who remained were getting out while the getting was good, taking the wounded with them as best as they could. There weren't all that many who lay dead on the floor, less than ten, but it was enough to scare the little fish away from what were undoubtedly the sharks of the evening. The bartender had returned and did as he was bid, perhaps one of the only safe people left in the bar, now a wreck. Tables and chairs toppled over, blood pooled around in several places, bodies on the floor. Between the two of them, they really had made a mess of the place. It was time to relax some, especially since his lungs still felt as if they were on fire and he was drowning at the same time. Aimi coughed and turned his head, practically doubling over and vomiting up blood as his body ejected the crimson fluids from his lungs.

Sitting back up straight as his drink was sat in front of him, Aimi looked down at it and coughed, already dreading the feeling it was going to leave in his throat and stomach. He didn't know what it was nor did he particularly care at that point in time. What he did care about what Runar telling him his name, and what he preferred to be called. He'd never heard of him before, but now that he thought about it that might not be such a mystery. Maybe he was part of the Head Hunters at some point in time. Maybe he'd been away on a long mission. Maybe he was deployed for missions very often and kept busy. His speed and strength certainly warranted his constant usage. The Yamai coughed in response to his question, his breathing sounding relatively normal if not a bit labored now. Extending his index finger, the Yamai pushed out the bone of his finger through his skin and moved it down to the bar top, carving his name out for Runar to read:

Aimi Yamai.

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If Runar hadn't already proven his penchant for violence and how he was different even from the men of Kiri, he would prove it again as Aimi vomited up blood and Runar just laughed in response. It was as if it was either the funniest thing he'd seen all day, or the most entertaining. Possibly both. Of course, as Aimi carved his name into the bar, Runar finally quieted and took a look, nodding in understanding. "Aimi huh." He remarked, downing the rest of his drink and slamming it onto the bar, snapping his fingers at the bartender to get the man's attention.

"You have a hell of a talent for violence, my friend." Runar was saying as he watched the bartender pour him a drink and he took it in hand once more before turning to look at Aimi. "In less than two weeks I sail to raid foreign shores. We'll take wealth, we'll take slaves, but most of all we will spill blood. We will strike fear into our enemies." He told him, grinning widely as he turned his attention back to Aimi finally. "I lead the raid this time... so tell me, care to join us." He raised his glass towards Aimi as if in a toast. "By Blood, to Valhalla." He offered, waiting to see the other man's response.
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Post by Golnax » Sat Feb 10, 2018 7:54 pm

Aimi cleared his throat, coughing with his mouth closed and holding the blood that he coughed up there. He took a long, deep breath through his nose, inhaling deeply and testing out his lungs. He felt a spasm in his chest in his left lung while he breathed in, but his wheezing had stopped and his lung would be fine in just a moment. Swirling the blood in his mouth around a few times, he turned his head and spat it out onto the bar floor, all while thinking over Runar's offer. Scowling down at his drink, he reached out and picked up the glass, half considering for half a second not drinking it in the first place before angrily downing it's contents in only a couple of gulps, if only to get the taste of blood out of his mouth. Setting the glass down, he took another deep breath and turned on his stool to face Runar. His body was now completely healed, as if five minutes ago he'd only been pretending to die on the floor after Runar's assault.

"Would this be some sort of mission for the village?" he asked, his voice completely clear and back to it's deep tone. "I don't know how I feel about heading off into another country to pillage and plunder if it's not on the Mizukage's orders. It'd make trouble for the village, which would make trouble for me. I don't know if I want to deal with that sort of headache," he growled, still in quite the fowl mood but much closer to what he had been when he first entered the bar than what his mental state had been only a few minutes ago. "You mentioned my talent for violence, but that shouldn't surprise you. I'm a Yamai. We're the best this village has to offer, and I'm among the best of the clan. So why does it?" he asked. He honestly hadn't heard of any sort of Kirigakure raiding parties before, but that might not be too surprising considering his intentional lack of knowledge about the complicated family and clan dynamics of the village. He supposed it was possible that Runar was like himself in that regard, but he didn't want to assume.

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Runar laughed as he saw Aimi finally down his drink, and motioned to the bartender to refill it. His grin only grew as he saw that Aimi was now healed, or at least able to speak once more and normally. He wasn't surprised as Aimi questioned him of course, asking about the village ties to these raids, and Runar nodded. "This is what my part of the family does, and all in the name of Kiri and at the approval of the Mizukage." he said. "Of course what allies we have we leave alone... and spread fear among the others. Its a great mission for men like us, cures our boredoms and keeps us from causing our violence in the village." The latter he said with a laugh as he motioned to the bar around them. "We do these raids every summer when the waters are warm! Just come on one with me, see what its like, see if you like it." he invited once more.

It seemed Aimi was good at making Runar laugh, as he mentioned his clan it made the great man laugh once more. "This is not the normal violence. Your clan doesn't go around destroying a bar normally, even they have too much control. The violence I admire requires almost no control." And he couldn't help a proud grin. "If your clan was the best of the village, and you of the clan, wouldn't that make you Mizukage? Or at least strong enough that I would have needed more than two moves to drop you?"

He couldn't help his own pride, after all.
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Post by Golnax » Sun Feb 11, 2018 5:14 pm

Aimi twitched as a flare of anger returned in him towards the man, or rather himself. What he said was completely and undeniably true, he had managed to stop Aimi in only two movements because of his unfathomable speed. His anger was the result of his realization and admittance that he didn't have the sort of speed that this man had and thus likely had no power to stop him from doing the exact same thing again unless luck played a part in his strikes. He'd attacked this man with what was his fastest Iaido technique. By all accounts of reason, he shouldn't have been able to dodge it. No one that he knew should have. Yet he did. And that enraged Aimi. His jab about him being the Mizukage would have been a humorous counter boast on most every other night, but tonight was different - he didn't come to the bar and begin ruthlessly slaughtering the customers on a normal evening after all.

"If you admire violence without control, perhaps you should take another look around," he said, lifting his hand up and gesturing around the bar. "If you think all of this was because of a lack of control... well, you'd only be half right. We Yamai have a special appreciation for violence. We see beauty in it, poetry even. That's partially why we're the best clan in the village - our combative skills intertwine with the artistic and poetic." He paused for a moment as someone groaned out behind them, the ninja who had tackled Runar and who Runar had knocked over the head earlier getting up from off of the floor. Aimi turned and looked at the man, realizing that though his rage had temporarily been quelled by the utter shock of being so easily dominated in a hand to hand fight he was still riding the adrenaline filled high that had come from such rampant violence. He saw the man on the floor as an opportunity to prove his point.

Looking back at Runar for a moment, he picked up his glass and took a gulp of the alcohol, setting it back down and saying, "Let me show you," he said, getting up from his stool and walking over towards the man. The blood soaked Yamai looked down at him as he got up to his knees, looking up at Aimi with a groggy look on his face, likely still reeling from the hit that Runar had given him. He reached down and grabbed the man by the collar of his shirt, lifting him up from off of the floor and bringing his free hand up. Once more channeling his chakra and creating bones, Aimi made a thin spike emerge from the palm of his hand, similar at first to the twin lances that he had danced around the bar with before but becoming distinct as three hook-like prongs emerged from the spike.

With an aggressive grunt, Aimi thrust the spike into the man's stomach, hooked prongs and all, causing the man's eyes to bulge in pain. He groaned and tensed up, writhing on the spot as his every movement caused him pain. Aimi pulled his hand back slowly, the plug of bone being removed from the palm of his hand, a small, skull shaped stopper perched outside of the ninja's shirt. Aimi turned and pulled the man along back towards the bar so he could show Runar the result of his jutsu. "Do you know about the disease that afflicts those who become Yamai?" he asked, knowing full well that the larger man wouldn't know. "Heterotopic Ossification, or 'Stone Man' disease as it's more commonly known, is a rare condition between various tissues in the body that afflicts some unfortunate souls at birth, ossifying their soft tissues into cartilage and bone, or to put it simply turning their entire body into bone. It's agony on the infants. Can you imagine? Being so young and having your body which you don't understand yet start to petrify into bone? Every Yamai faces it. It's not something that's easily understood by outsiders, so one day, I had a thought."

Again he paused, still holding on to the shinobi by his collar. The man groaned out and fell to his knees, clutching at the skull shaped plug in his gut. Aimi reached down with his other hand and ripped open the man's shirt, pulling it off of his body and tossing it aside before pulling the man's head back by his hair. "I thought it's not exactly fair what happens to us, that we should suffer so much from our own bodies while other people get to live in blissful ignorance of the pain. So, I decided to do the only sensible thing there was to do," he said, reaching down with his free hand and pulling the ninja's arms away from his gut, revealing that the skin of his stomach appeared sickly and pale, unnaturally so, a couple of inches in every direction around the skull sharing this discoloration - and it was spreading. Slowly, as the man writhed and moaned in pain, his stomach became more and more rigid as flesh gave way to bone extremely slowly.

Aimi looked back up at Runar and with a cold expression stated simply, "I decided to share the experience."

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Death Bone Pulse • Heterotopic Ossification
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The user creates a spike of bone with three hook like prongs in the palm of their hand then rams it into the target's flesh. Pulling their hand away, the user leaves behind a skull shaped "plug". Over the course of 10 posts, this plug will spread a layer of bone throughout the target's soft tissues, gradually spreading out from the point of origin until the entire body is covered at a speed of 1. This technique acts as a paralytic as it spreads through the limbs of the victim. This is only effective if the users Control is greater than the targets Stamina. At any time, the person afflicted by this jutsu may forcefully remove the plug, stopping the jutsu at the cost of massive physical trauma. Removing the plug requires 20 Strength.
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Post by Willoria » Wed Feb 14, 2018 10:11 am

Runar watched Aimi in silence. He had seen many horrific things in his life, but what Aimi did to the wounded man was probably among the worst. Yet it didn't seem to phase him, and he didn't turn his eyes away. "If a Viking could enjoy art, I think you found the right type." he remarked, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees as he watched the entire bloody display. He didn't smile, he didn't enjoy it, but he watched it all with a fascination. "Such a thing would be a great way to demoralize an enemy..." Runar stood and picked up his drink from the bar as he did so, taking steps towards Aimi and the plaything in his hands.

"Now this... this is how fear is left in the wake of the invader... this is how one leaves an impression." Runar was grinning wickedly, staring down at the poor sop that Aimi had in his hands before he lifted his eyes to the man himself. "I saw you fight and wondered how you'd fair on one of my raids. I think you just convinced me that I need you on them."
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Aimi kept a hold of hid unfortunate victim but let him clutch at his stomach once again. The reaction was just about what he expected out of the jovial, laughing man - his laughter ceased in the face of the horror Aimi was inflicting. It honestly tickled his pride a bit to see a man who so loved violence be put into a more subdued mood by a depiction of pure horror, for what else could someone call such a fate as had the Yamai condemned the man he held restrained to? 'Viking?' he thought to himself, never having heard the word before and not entirely sure what it meant. He wondered if Runar didn't make up his own words, too, which would be a strange and strangely welcomed coincidence if such were the case.

"Oh yes, this would leave an impression on anyone," Aimi confirmed, watching as Runar came closer as if to inspect the shinobi's work. "It's a slow process, relatively speaking. It will take quite a while for this man to die. By the time that his heart is transformed to bone, he'll be dead - but he'll experience every single moment of it. He won't go into shock from the pain he's in. So slow is the spread of pain that the body can't go into shock as a response. My jutsu doesn't allow for that sort of mercy," he explained, going over the finer points of his jutsu that he'd discovered through trial and error. He looked down at the man and the slowly creeping corruption of his flesh and the man looked up at him, anger, fear and pain all in his eyes. Aimi knew, from the animals he had slain while perfecting this technique, that the last thing he would feel in this life was fear, and Aimi felt pity for him. This was actually the first person that he had used this jutsu on and he wasn't entirely sure he was prepared to see it through to the end. That suffering, that agony... pity softened his heart. As a medical ninja, he knew well, far better than anyone else, what this jutsu was doing to the man. How his insides were writhing in a desperate attempt to stave off the petrification that was taking place, how the nerves in every part of his gut were reacting with violent panic at a slow, creeping pain before they were silenced and the nerves beyond were left to keep screeching. He knew that this man didn't deserve the slow death that he had given him... probably, at least.

"There is one way to end their suffering, though," he said, looking back at Runar. A glimpse of hope flashed in the man's eyes as he looked up at Aimi, turning to Runar for a moment as if he might have the answer before looking back at what may have been his death turned savior. "To stave off the petrification, one need only remove the plug," he said simply. The Yamai reached down and grabbed onto the skull shaped cork on the man's stomach, pausing for a moment and letting out a sigh. "But... well..." He trailed off as he gripped the skull and with a loud, sickening crack he yanked it off of the man's body entirely, spike, prongs and all - and then some.

What Aimi held was not just the spike and hooks that he had originally thrust into the man, but also a hunk of petrified flesh which had fused together with the spike itself. It looked like a hunk of white, misshapen nothingness, but one need only look at the gaping hole left behind to determine what it actually was. A hollow of white, jagged crags with a red, bleeding, squishy center was left in wake of the spike. From holes left behind in almost symmetrical fashion came blood and bile, rushing forward to paint the white in the various colors of the inner body. What Aimi held was not just a block of bone, but the broken, petrified remains of the man's lower intestines. Aimi let go of the man and he slumped over, the sudden unbearable pain of the plug being removed causing him to go into shock and pass out, where he would remain until death took him.

"The process is just as much agony as leaving it in the body, resulting in massive physical trauma that, if not treated quickly, will lead to death. See, this spike has hooks on it - hooks that, if removed, which is no easy task mind you, will rip and tear any flesh that it is attached to off with it, creating a gaping wound that cannot be sewn or properly cauterized. Either the victim received medical treatment from a highly advanced Iijutsu user, or the removal of the plug will result in almost immediate and certain death." As he spoke, Aimi held up the plug and turned it to and fro, looking at it and speaking in an even, calm cadence as if he were talking about the theory of his jutsu rather than the jutsu itself. He took comfort in the knowledge that he'd just performed an act of mercy to the man at his feet, but he had no real joy for the moment, same as Runar.

Dropping the hunk of bone down to the floor, Aimi looked up at Runar and asked, "So, you need me on your next raid, huh?"


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Runar watched the rest of the event, as enthralled as he had been before, chuckling as Aimi mentioned an end to it all and the poor guy in his hands gained a look of hope. "Somehow I don't think those comments warrant hope." he remarked with a laugh, a remark that was proven true only a short time later. He didn't have to look at the victim or the carnage in Aimi's hands to know that death was the only way to end the technique. It was pretty obvious long before then, and as Aimi asked him if he really needed him on his next raid, Runar nodded. "In a week or two I'm putting together my first raid. It needs to be bloody, it needs to be glorious, and I only have one rule." he explained, looking at Aimi a moment as he honestly didn't think the rule would be necessary at all.

"We kill, we take slaves, but under my command we do not rape." he told him. "There will be shield-maidens with us, my two sisters, if anyone tries anything like that I let my sisters pick the man's punishment." He took a deep breath and sighed, chuckling as he thought it over. "But I get the feeling we won't need to worry about that from you, which is exactly why I need you on the raid." Runar walked over to the bar and got himself another drink before walking over to Aimi and handing him another. He held up his glass in a sort of toast. "What do you say?"
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Aimi listened to what Runar had to say with the sort of stark indifference that one would get when speaking to a brick wall. Some of the things he said just didn't make any sense to Aimi, in that he'd never heard of such terms as a 'shield-maiden' before. He was convinced that this man had his own terminology just like he did at that point. It didn't matter ultimately, though. There was going to be women at this raid and he wasn't supposed to rape anyone. Not as if he was inclined to do that in the first place. "I don't rape, and I don't take slaves. I fear I'll only be half useful to you in so much that I have people to kill," he said coldly. In that moment of course he meant every word of what he said. He had absolutely no intention of bringing back any slaves to Kirigakure. He'd rather kill them than put them through the treatment that his own mother and father had suffered through and continue to suffer through to this day.

The jounin took the glass from Runar and held it up. "Prost," he said, speaking more gibberish and bringing the glass of alcohol up to his lips and guzzling it down. Once the glass was empty, he let out a sigh and set it gently on the bar top. He suddenly felt very, very tired. "I'm going home. I'm sure you'll find me when you need me," he said, giving the large viking a nod before turning and heading towards the door. He was tired, like he'd wanted to be at the beginning of the night when all of this started. He wanted to take advantage of that by going home, taking a shower, putting his clothes into the wash with the best soap he could find lying around his house and then collapse for the evening. After what he'd done tonight, he needed rest.

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