Board Thread:Konoha Logs/@comment-26510601-20160518214722

Serizawaa: //My name is Alastor.. Alastor Aburame Im not your avarage Genin. What I do isn't very nice how I interact with others isn't what you call nice either. I'm what you call a realiset I am aware of my abitiies and my skills, I'm also aware that I believe that I'm the best Genin Konohagakure has to offer. My goal is something I dont feel comfortable with you at this moment, You haven't earned that right of knowing what I wish to do but what I do want you to know is I dont play fair.// Within the Training field stood one Genin within his radius had been six holes all around the training area in his back pocket held his pouch with these items. 2 flashbombs, 2 Explosive Tag, and six Kuani's. Within the time he Genin had been focusing his punches which had been coaked in Charka within the same timeframe Alastor begun smashing his fist into the Oak tree his fist impriting within the wood. "One..Two..One..Two..One Two...HA!" His final punch cracking the Oak tree till the wood dented in within his fist. He had continued the same process training as he awaited for his next set.

Pavor: The sun bordered on the horizon of the Earth, bringing about a new dawn; some would say of rebirth for many, be it for better or worse. Dark skies slowly began to light up and turn from a dark indigo to a bright sky blue as the village hidden within the endless forests and mountains of the Fire. As the sun rose, so too did the people under it; the Konoha market slowly opening as everyone woke up and began to go about their jobs. There were others though, others who only had free time on their hands. One such person was sitting along the tall walls of Konoha that helped protect the peaceful village. His feet dangling off the blue, shingled roof. His amber eyes looked skyward as a soft smile was easily found on his youthful and spry features. This was Sora of the Uchiha, a young boy who had recently graduated from the Academy and now a genin simply awaiting team assignment. The only entertainment right now for the young boy were the distant clouds above, each one vaguely depicting something relatable that could only be made out by the spry, imaginative mind of a child such as Sora himself. But as the clouds moved on and the sun drew higher into the sky, they eventually rolled out and only snaking, wispy clouds took their place which didn’t necessarily give as much fun to the mind as what other clouds did before for the young man. This eventually came evident to Sora as he grew disconcerted, bored even as he glazed about on the gates of Konoha. But slowly it seemed a sly smile curled about the end of his lips as the brief realization of something came to the lad. Quickly, he propped himself up from the tilted roof and pushed forward while pivoting his body. Before falling off the edge of the roof completely, he caught onto the edge of the roof and hung. His diligent eyes looked about as he studied the wooden beams that supported the roof and the exposed infrastructure of the gates that showed the timber that supported these great, stone walls. Sora let go of the roof with a single hand, his right, which guided the boy as he swung from the edge of the roof and onto the supporting rafters. Leaching onto it, he slowly slid down before beginning to navigate his way down the side of the wall that was almost completely flat save for the timber and some of the more bumpy rocks that provided footing for the young man. Sora made it to the ground, a light fall preceded this sending some loose dirt about him and scattering some of the dead leaves about before he turned and tried to take up some sense of direction. In front of him was the great and unfathomably vast forest that spanned miles out. This didn’t intimidate the young boy however as he simply walked between the trees and eventually disappeared. Traveling through the forest, Sora converged onto a blazed trail that was somewhat a poor man’s road. This led directly to one of the many training grounds in and throughout Konohagakure, perhaps he could find some friends or at least make some friends to rough house with. The point was, he was going to rough house with a friend no matter what that meant. Sora continued and made his way down the trail, finally reaching a large opening in the forest. Along with it was a young man of a similar age to Sora who was focused on a tree before beginning to wail on it. Sora drew great interest on it, silently approaching from Alastor’s left side before leaning against a tree right next to Alastor’s own. Sora flashed a big grin before complimenting Alastor, “That’s a strong fist you got there!”

Serizawaa: Hearing the compliment Alastor continued his set not giving into the Oak tree as his hands caved within the trunk. The young boy who apporached Alastor would of been spoted by one of the Gennin Beetles which was planted near the area he leaned towards. The creatures within the forest had been comminating with their host about the people within his radius telling him who was entering their radius, pushing off the tree with one last punch Alastor had now faced Sora his jet black hair flowing with the gentle breeze that came over him. His ruby eyes following Sora moments Alastor was wearing a black high-collared shirt, a midriff-exposing flak jacket, and light blue pants. Most of this goes unseen, as he wears a tattered light black poncho over it. Wrapped bandages around his ankles. As a young Genin he also has a lean, muscular build to him, with spiky black hair with blue outlining and white streaks. A small buzzing when close within Alastor radius could be heard a low humming of some sorts for those who did not know this Genin would'nt be aware of his kidaichū. A species of beetle-like insects that are bred and utilised by select members of the Aburame clan as part of their Parasitic Destruction Insect Technique. "Unless your here to fight I seen no point of you being here. If you dont mind I'm busy I hear there a cartoon marthon going on tonight maybe you should go watch it or something." //People call me a dick but to be blunty honsent I dont give a damn, I look out for number one and if your wondering who number one is your looking right at him.

Pavor: "Well, you're no fun at all," said Sora as he continued to lean up against the tree, his expression turning slightly sour as he looked at Alastor. This sour look only complimented as he harshly brought his arms together, slightly taut as Sora went on, "What's your deal anyway, you sound like a crabby old man."

Serizawaa: "Fun is a term that can lead you to being killed if your not too careful." Alastor said tightening the wraps around his arm loving the tightness feeling around his arm. Then to only look back at Sora Alastor would say. "Why do you care what I sound like? Not like were friends are anything, And I said it once and I'll say it again unless your here to fight you can leave."

Pavor: Sora retorted as he puffed out his bottom lip and puffed at the messy bangs hanging over his head, "Well you need fun or you'll start sounding like a crabby, old man." Sora then drew a greater grin on his expression when Alastor asked why Sora cared about what he sounded like. The young boy could only answer with beaming confidence, "Because, you're going to be my new friend, and friends have fun; if fighting is the way we can do that then we'll do just that..."

Serizawaa: Hearing Sora call him his friend Alastor chuckled a bit under his breathe but relastily he was chuckling in Sora view so much humor Alastor found in that one sentence Sora had said to him. But then there was something else that caught his attettion when Sora accpected his offer in a fight, maybe this guy isn't all talk after all Alastor would be thinking to himself looking over to Sora. "Well then are you just going to stand there or fight?" Pavor: Sora was already a good 3 ft. away from Alastor as he leaned up against the tree, his foolish grin still clearly painted on his face as he pushed himself from the natural post and began to walk away from the trees to more of the open ground so they weren’t so close to such distractions and so on. Sora was now a good 10 ft. from where Alastor originally stood near the trees, facing him before booming loudly, “Come on, let’s go!” Sora now held his arms out with his left arm and foot leading, while his right side was turned back and his left foot set at a similar point as well. His posture was slightly bent, this way he had a firm position on the Earth and wouldn’t be thrown off as easily given Alastor came at him with something fierce. Despite appearing to be a care-free individual, Sora had basic training in taijutsu; he was nowhere near the likes of even a trained individual in it but even basic knowledge in this sort of thing could bring a person far. Excitement began to go through the air as Sora narrowed his eyes, a kindling flame in his heart beginning as the fight started. This was sure to be no spectacular fight, but between the two it would surely be a strange but wonderful way to greet each other for the first time. Before Alastor would move in if he did at all, Sora tersely revealed, “My name is Sora, of the Uchiha! I’m glad to meet you and hope we can have a fight to remember!”

Serizawaa: Alastor would grunt a bit, channeling his physical energy before darting over towards him like a mad man! Seemingly completely wild and uncontrolled, but this was all just apart of Alastor personality of being a brawler at heart. He'd reach Sora in the speed of a blink, and once he'd arrived towards his position Alastor then attempted to launch a straight side kick towards his abodmen area! The force of this side kick was attributed to the speed and power behind it, as Alastor threw it as if he was going to strike through Sora a principle drilled into his Muay Thai training. The kick literally blurred Alastor leg from view momentarily, but Alastor wasn't underestimating Sora for even a second, as if the kick connected Sora would be knocked off his hand stand and sent straight to the ground on his back! This is when Alastor would use his same travel speed from before, and attempt to dart beside his position on the ground (only if it connected) and throw a ferocious straight right hook in t he direction of the pit of his stomach! If this blow hit, the force would sink Alastor s arm into Sora gut, all the way up to an inch past the wrist, and even possibly draw blood from his mouth! Possibly causing a bit of muscle bruising and cramping! However if the initial kick would miss, or be thoroughly blocked, Alastor would break into a series of 8 kicks: 2 alternating left/right side kicks, 2 bicycle kick, a standard and reverse axe kick, and 2 roundhouse kicks! All of these attempted kicks thrown at the same speed as the initial kick. The trick was that intead of using the whole leg, which is the danger of kicking, Alastor would draw power from the kicks using his knee as a pivoting and launch point. Applying the essence of wing chun into the leg's he could draw the entire power of his whole leg in just half the distance, as such if any of these kick's connected they'd be sure to leave a literally dent inside of Sora skin if it made it that far past his resistances. Forces applied, the kicks were enough to take down a large oak tree due to being coated in Chakra in power and thrown with boxer like precision. Durring this barrage of kicks however, if one of these seven kicks was blocked, Alastor would shuffle and pivot and change his position so that he'd kick with the opposite leg of the kick that was blocked, and is next in the sequence (so if the left side kick was blocked, instead of a right being thrown after, it'd be the left again) a shuffle tactic to keep the opponent guessing so his attacks wouldn't become predictable. Alastor was aware anything could happen, and would prepare for just that should any part of this combination be interrupted. The chances of this landing is pretty high due to Sora postion at the moment.

Pavor: A small gust of wind passed through the forest and blew across the open area that Sora and Alastor were to be fighting in it; almost like a signal for such things to begin as Alastor dashed straight towards Sora. Quickly, Alastor threw up a side kick straight towards Sora’s stomach with his left foot or Sora’s own right. Coming straight ahead directly was a bit of a risky move for a number of reasons, chiefly among them was that if the opponent was not outright intimidated by such a thing simple reading of the situation could give them an easy way to counter the first given attack thrown towards them. Sora was a young boy brimming with confidence, an eased and relaxed mind cleared of the common worries and woes or other stresses that fighters brought into the ring with them; giving Sora the perfect opportunity to see the incoming attack. In this case, this was the side kick Alastor was attempting to plunge straight into Sora’s stomach. His arms already ready to catch whatever was thrown at them, they quickly reached down at the same rate Alastor’s leg was coming to Sora and the hands grabbed and locked around Alastor’s foot with his left hand grasping the front of his leg or rather his shin while the bent right arm let its hand tightly grasp the ball of Alastor’s foot. This did still strike at Sora’s being but with his hands clamping around Alastor’s leg, it greatly loosened the impact and damage it would’ve otherwise done to Sora had he not caught the kick. With no time spared and with Alastor’s left leg in Sora’s grasp: Sora violently pivoted his hip while he struck his own left leg upward: Straight toward Alastor’s face. His whole body was in motion as his leg flew up, leg slightly bent and the knee aimed directly towards Alastor’s jaw. The impact of such a fierce kick would surely give a great deal of pain to Alastor given the area of contact, but given Sora had no utterly significant strength it wouldn’t much more than perhaps cause some intense swelling and aching after their little fight. Secondary impact damage would also be done however if the kick was to connect, Sora’s left leg straightening out to send some more damage to the side of Alastor’s head. The force however would carry on if the kick was successful, as Sora’s whole body would now be turning and pivoting to throw Alastor straight to the ground. This leading to even more pain as Alastor’s body was thrown into the ground, his head would surely make first contact with the soil below and cause a little more head trauma where there already was some. It would seem a little extreme for a practice of a fight, but this is what rough and tumble boys like Alastor and Sora both did on a daily basis just to have some fun in their lives. For Sora, things like this going back into the Academy where he and his clique of friends constantly sparred each other for fun and sometimes to also find a way to send themselves home.

Serizawaa: // Alright, I have to say Sora’s good but let's see how he handles this.// Within the timeframe everything was going on Alastor thought to himself on the situation at hand. Feeling Sora grab on to his leg a slight tug of pressure could be felt around Alastor’s ankles due to Sora’s grip. //Alright he has my legs with two hands which means his next attack must be coming from below!// Adjusting to the situation at hand Alastor eyes shifted towards Sora’s lower mid section just as Sora raised his left leg and attempted to slam his knee caps into the jaw of Alastor, the Aburame Genin quickly rose his whole left arm to block the incoming attack. Due to his arms being free Alastor aimed to tank the knee with his forearm, A loud impact could be heard from Alastor tanking the blow as in this same motion, With his right arm aimed to lean his body forward with the attempt to send a vicious jab into the jaw of Sora. Extending his arm out but not extending the whole arm itself for more of a boxing jab hook, if connected Alastor’s fist would cause Sora’s hinges within his jaw to shatter for a brief moment causing major pain to the right side of his jaw. Which would need ice after this fight or it would leave a nasty swelling on that side, with Sora using both of his hands to hold on to Alastor’s leg and with his left leg being held by Alastor’s other arm the chances of this landing would pretty be likely but Alastor still kept his guard up seeing he didn’t downplay Sora for a second. But if this did indeed land Alastor and Sora would be rocked off balance did to each of them holding a limb of the other, causing them to crash towards the left if this was so and Alastor was able to free his leg from Sora’s hold aiming to crash on the ground hand first Alastor attempted to spin off his hands in a 360 motion aiming to spin his body to where he aimed to send his backheel into the back of Sora’s head.( https://youtu.be/EMnkXPGQr0g?t=268 ← Just how sasuke spinned with his hands) If this blow would’ve landed Sora body would’ve been blasted 5 feet away from Alastor location giving him the chance to raise from the ground. “ Dont tell me your giving up Pumkin.” Alastor would say with a syl smile stretching his body as he would await for Sora’s next move.

Pavor: This Alastor individual was a weird one for sure, his reactions were nearly on point but there was one major flaw that would make things awkward and mess up the Alastor’s own flow from what he intended. The first mistake was that Alastor tried to block Sora’s left leg with his own left arm. In order to do this, he needed to bring his left arm over to his right side leaving his own left side exposed. At the same time, he attempted to throw a punch with his right arm and seemed to have intended to bring it over to punch the right side of Sora’s own jaw but the farthest it would make would be straight into the center of Sora’s mouth as it tried to awkwardly stretch rightward. Sora already understood his opportunity that was presented to him as Alastor’s left arm began moving right in order to block Sora’s incoming left leg. As this arm began to make its way over to block Sora’s incoming attack, Sora was already on the move with his second attack. Jumping and ripping his leg from the ground with all of the strength in his body as he now pivoted and turned his body the other way in synchronization with Alastor’s arm finishing its move and now taking the brunt of the damage from Sora’s incoming kick. Sora’s right leg was being sent straight towards Alastor’s head. Unlike with the original attack however, Sora’s shin was directed right at Alastor’s temple: This specific area if hit capable of causing intense pain and very rarely causing what some people call a “one-hit wonder”, at least that’s what Sora’s father Jirou always told him. Such effects were not to say the last of Alastor’s troubles in this movement however, given if his right hand was already on the move and moving straight towards Sora’s mouth it’d be found wide open like a pedestal awaiting the relic it should contain. Once Alastor’s fist would find its way into Sora’s mouth, he’d clamp down but not hard enough to cause bleeding: Only what was necessary to keep the hand in place. This would rock Sora’s head, but not much pain as perhaps was intended to befall Sora given the hand simply found its way snug between his teeth. During this entire motion even when Sora’s right leg went up: His whole body had been pivoting and turning. With this firm motion, whether or not Sora’s kick landed wouldn’t matter even if it were somehow to be blocked despite each of Alastor’s hands being preoccupied for one another reason: Sora’s arms were still tightly wrapped around Alastor’s leg. What this means was that Alastor himself would easily be thrown off balance and his whole being turning with Sora’s kick before being sent crashing into the ground face-down. The same would apply to Sora though, but what this would mean was that he still had a hold of Alastor’s left leg and when Sora rose up then he’d be putting a lot of strain on said leg in a sort of submission hold while he would simply look down to Alastor and chuckle, “You going to tell me your name now?”

Serizawaa: //Fuck I'm going to feel that in the morning!// Alastor whole body froze as Sora's right leg clashed against his hell causing a loud ringing noise to be heard in his ears, Alastor was sure out for the count for this short period of time within that same moment Alastor could feel the small pressure of Sora attempting to bite down on his hand within this timeframe Alastor thought to himself. //I know this mother ******* isn't trying to bite me what is this the zoo? I'll be sure to show him why bitting me is a mistake!// As Sora mouth begun to close before Sora would've gotten a chance to clash his teeth into Alastor's skin the young Genin had amped his whole forearm with chakra as Alastor then attempted to force his whole fist into Sora's mouth. If this was true the moment Sora attempted to bite on to Alastor skin the Chakra that was coating his skin would've protected him from his teeth but furthermore if this had happened it would've caused Sora to gag and vomit but the trick right here was once they crashed on to the ground Sora body would literary go into shock due to Alastor fist still within his mouth which would mean each time Sora attempted to vomeit he would be forced to swallow each load he produced(That's what she said) Meaning it would be a never ending cycle of Sora swallowing his own acid leaving that nasty feeling within his chest. But Alastor wasn't going to stop their if this was enough to get his leg free Alastor would than attempt to send his right knee into the left side of Sora ribs aiming to send hard strikes enough to bruise the entire side of Sora to the point were breathing would be hard and Sora would be forced to take short breathes but if this was so Alastor would soon aim to free his hand and then aim to back away about 6 feet. "EWWW WHAT DID YOU EAT?! MY HAND SMELL LIKE ASS!"

Pavor: The kick made contact straight into Alastor’s head, a loud “smack!” coming out as the two collided with one another. Now, in the process of this Alastor had tried to make use of his chakra, coating his arm in it and thereby giving it a slight boost in strength to help give some emphasis to his move as he tried to literally shove his fist down Sora’s mouth in order to cause some sort of gag reflex. The thing was though, although Sora had his mouth clamped around the Aburame’s hand, it was physically impossible for it to open much further and with such little force given the hand was already outstretched it would at most move the head back. So with Alastor leaning in and attempting to push the fist even further, Sora’s head simply bobbed back while both of them twisted and mouth and hand were forcefully separated as the two fell face-first into the ground. The difference between Sora and Alastor at this moment was the fact Sora still had his arms wrapped around Alastor’s left leg. Immediately upon impact, Sora reared up from the ground and pulled at the leg as he sat up onto the lower extremity of Alastor’s back. Not only now was Alastor pinned to the ground, but his leg was being hyperextended in such a way that would be ultimately very painful as compared to the simple kicks that came before. Alastor’s muscles and tendons beginning to stretch where they shouldn’t, some even threatening to snap if Sora was a true enemy of Alastor’s. But this was just a mere spar as Sora simply yelled while chuckling, “Tap out! Tap out!”

Serizawaa: //What the fuck!// Just as the two fell Alastor had used both hands to block himself from hitting his face so when Sora sat up to get on top of him from being the Genin smirked before using his right leg now to angle up as he attempted to send his leg into the shin of Sora aiming to send him flying up a few feet before crashing into the dirt. This swift kick would be aimed towards Sora's chin aiming to strike with his heel with enough force to cause Sora to bite his tongue causing blood to slowly pour from his mouth. Leaving a bruise if hit. The chances of this landing would be high due to a few things one Sora arms were wrapped around his left leg and two due to Alastor saving himself from hitting his face he would have a better time to react than Sora did. If this high kick would land Alastor would have both of his legs freed as he would soon stand up looking over to Sora with a cheeky smile spitting out his silva he held in his mouth before speaking. "So your not all talk after all Pumpkin.. Now show me what the Uchiha can do!" Alastor would say leaping from his left foot to his right with his fist up awaiting for Sora to come at him with everything he's got.

Pavor: Sora was right on top of Alastor, holding onto his left leg tightly while he laughed like a hyena and chuckled out, “Tap out! Ta—“ While Sora was thinking this all over, he had another thing coming for him as he felt something hit against leg and then the ball of a foot smacking right into his mouth. Sora slightly rocked a bit to the right as he felt this, but there were a number of reasons why he didn’t simply let go and slip off or didn’t bite his tongue in this little act Alastor was pulling; in fact there was some given reason why this would prove to be more painful to Alastor than it was for Sora. Firstly so, Given Alastor was pinned on the ground face-first, his attempts to kick would be much weaker than they would be in front simply due to the physiology of a simple human leg. Now this wasn’t to say at all it wasn’t completely nullified, but the extremity of the damage was much lesser than it would’ve been worse; pain evident as Sora’s expression contorted slightly and his lips pursed tightly. The human leg was simply designed in mind with the muscles and tendons made in such an area that when they contracted it lifted the leg up and ahead instead of back. Despite this though and given Alastor’s inherent strength, it still felt like a damn, well-placed punch to Sora’s face. But the side effects of this included Sora’s reeling, and given he was already over-stretching Alastor’s left leg, it would go even further causing an even greater pain momentarily as Alastor’s quadriceps became closer to tearing with that rock that shook Sora and the leg he was holding onto tightly. This would prove a mistake for Alastor instead of simply tapping out for Sora, he was stuck in this place and even more so as Sora lifted up his left foot and shot it quickly down to Alastor’s moving leg to try and pin it down. Meanwhile, the young Uchiha would take a look to the left and spit out some saliva, attempting to hold down Alastor’s other leg with his own before going back to the now slightly aggressive chuckling, “Come on! Just tap!’

Serizawaa: Biting his bottom lip Alastor refused to give in or give Sora the satisfaction of hearing him beg for Mercy he would rather receive a broken leg than to give up right now his hands now gripping into the dirt as he attempted to figure a way out. He started to think to himself before figuring out an idea. "Alright! Alright! You got it!" He would yell out towards Sora giving a cheeky smile if he would let up and release his leg Alastor would stand before putting his hand out towards Sora "Man your not all talk after all.. Names Alastor." If Sora would've aimed to shake his hand in one fatal moment Alastor would aim to take Sora down with a quick 360 spin trip if this had happened Sora would've crashed on his back as Alastor would've looked down to him. "Told you I dont Play Nice.. It was nice "Sparing" see you around Pumkin.."

Pavor: Sora burst into his delightful laughter whenever Alastor gave in. Sora quickly rolled off of Alastor, letting the Aburame get onto his feet and off of the dirty ground. Sora looked at his new friend with the same grin of before, still chuckling from before, “That was fun,” Sora took a hold of Alastor’s hand, “nice to meet you, Alastor!” But suddenly that expression turned to one of confusion for a brief second as Sora felt his legs come loose as a sweeping kick brought it out from under him. He fell onto the ground, looking back at Alastor with his brows furrowed but still with that grin on his face, “That’s cheap!” Sora leapt up at the Aburame, tackling him to the ground. The two would roughhouse as the day passed by, a friendship sprouting between the two as they simply went at it; playing around and eventually finding other things to do as they grew tired of sparring. The day would go on, and eventually end with the two boy’s making their separate ways. 