Knight
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Join date : 2015-08-05
 | Subject: Forgotten Dance{ Private, PM to join }  Sun Aug 16, 2015 10:50 am | |
| - Jutsu Training:
[ WC 1500 ]
Name: Dance of the Willow
Rank: C
Type: Taijutsu
Element: None
Range: Close (bone can extend up to two feet from the body)
Description: The first of Kimimaro's five dances. To perform this dance, Kimimaro grows several long bone blades from his body for use as weapons. There isn't any set form for the Dance of the Willow. Just like a willow that is shaken by the wind, the opponents attacks are simply parried and countered. Uncharacteristic of a willow, the hardened bones puncture and damage the opponents body. Though he primarily uses two blades grown from the palms of his hands, he also uses several secondary bones grown from his elbows, knees, and shoulders. This dance form is incredibly acrobatic, using spins, charges, and long sweeping slashes to make the strikes more effective and to evade opponents' counter strikes. Kimimaro can also extend his bones to attack his opponents without having to adjust his own movement.
Name: Dance of the Camellia
Rank: C
Type: Taijutsu
Element: None
Range: Close
Description: The second of Kimimaro's five dances, which he performs by modifying one of his upper arm bones to create a short, bone-hilted bone sword. He then stabs chaotically and continuously which causes the opponents eyes to lag behind. The speed resembles afterimages, the hand with the sword is again and again visibly projected. And yet the movement is irregular which makes it difficult to predict. With each thrust the sword's track is very capable of changing. The attack comes from unexpected angles, causing a person's delicate defence reaction to come off guard. Though one can have great reflexes and moving ability, it is next to impossible to keep dodging the fierce attack until it stops. Thus if one showed an opening, a finishing blow will be dealt by one stab in an instant.
Name: Ten-Finger Drilling Bullets
Rank: C
Type: Taijutsu
Element: N/A
Range: Close-Mid (0-10m)
Speed: 50
Description: Hardened bones from the fingertips are shot at the enemy, with a spinning motion added to the skeletal bullets. A direct hit will excavate skin, flesh, and bone. Since the bones of the user can be regenerated, the rate of fire from the user's arsenal is limitless. This technique is essential to Kimimaro for his long distance attacks.
Soft moon light filtered through the sheer curtains of Yuzuki's humble room. It would have been a quiet and peaceful atmosphere but there was something disturbing this scene. A tossing and turning that threw the covers from the bed itself and off of the one underneath it. Yuzuki's small frame writhing on her bed as groans passed her lips and after long passing moments of this she shot up screaming a name forgotten. The sweat on her clothes and her heavy slightly frantic breathing caused the young Kaguya to slip from bed and into a cold shower. For nights now she had been having the same dream, going through the same nightmare like a fate she couldn't escape. Once she was done showering she tied a bandage around her breast, slipping on a pair of roomy but fitted black pants, and a pair of black shoes. It was the middle of the night, the moon shone full giving the land below a ethereal glow. Yuzuki who now could no longer enjoy the hold of a peaceful night's rest decided to take a moment of meditation. The Makojin compound was fairly large and many training areas of different types had been set up around it. Yuzuki decided to take a stroll to one of those training areas. As she walked along her mind slipped into a past she thought she had forgotten..... " Come on, Get Up! I won't claim some weak ass runt as my kid if you can't keep up with the rest of those bastards! " The voice was rough, slurred, and angry as it shot through Yuzuki's hearing and shook her very being to the core. She needed to get these dances down, or she would be on the wrong end of one of them. She had been training for hours, making simple mistakes that got her hurt pretty badly. Training with her father was always difficult and she was always left with nasty scars to remind her not to mess up so badly. Taking stance a few feet from her father, the girl began. From her the palm of her hand and from the point of her elbow, bone began to break free from the skin, growing about a foot before stopping. Her body { WIP } | |
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