Board Thread:Konoha Logs/@comment-30271674-20161026040443

Ashora: Rena Hikari had only fought Zwolf hours before; now, the sun was setting and she had eaten with him. Having been the 'winner' of the match, since he touched the ground first, she felt a little better; after tending to his wounds and hardening the blood of her while speeding up the healing process, the gashes looking as if they were open wounds without the blood on them. For any normal person, it would have hurt like hell, but her ability to withstand pain was off the charts. She was walking, staring at the sun; Zwolf would definetely have gone off somewhere. Because of the fact she did not deactivate the tracking jutsu, she could still feel his location. She had forgotten to, but the only way to deactivate was to manually remove the blood, which she had forgot to do. She was doing well; she felt a little less ashamed of what her Kekkai Genkai was ever since Zwolf reacted positively to it. She felt her cheeks burn when she remembered that he had hugged her. Rena had been walking along the same path that she had met Zwolf on; the path right next to the training grounds. She doubted any shinobi would be there, which was good, seeing as she was seeking some training; she didn't like when people saw her Kekkai Genkai, since she had been teased as a child for it. Many called it disgusting, and people even stepped on her hair, the only area that could possibly cause pain. During battle, of course, she hardened it with all the strength she had so that kunai would simply bounce off of it. The hair was more sensitive than any organ in her body. She stared at the path and the falling leaves, standing in the open fields of the training ground and preparing herself.

Andikins: {SK} Shinra Kidame was busying himself in the workshop of his family's home. The sound of a rachet wrench clanking and locking before being turned again and again could be heard. The cacophany of a hammer striking wood and metal alike resonated outwards. There was the telltale melody of a screwdriver doing its job of driving things into here and there. And of course the sound of a vocal expletive whenever something shocked or fired off without warning. Shinra flailed his right hand, trying to shake off the sting he gave himself from the work he had been doing. What was the tinkerer doing today? Working on another new tool to make the job of a ninja easier. What was the little metallic object? Well Shinra had devised a grenade, a lot like a smoke bomb in that it was kineticly activated with enough force acted upon it. But inside of it were balled up sealing tags that were geared to ignite like flash cotton and send makibishi spikes everywhere and even against walls or ceilings if there were any in the vicinity. But his little invention kept springing open. When he finally managed to get it closed, the shinobi scooted back along the ground in his wheely chair, grabbing his detached sleeves and slipping them on his arms. He dusted off his top, making sure it was nice and clean to show the blue and black stripes. Then he adjusted the belts on his sleeves and examined his dusty striped pants. A vigorous slapping and shaking got the dust off them minus a few scorch marks, he then grabbed the two large buckle belts which held his number of scrolls and his pouch for makibishi spikes. he knelt down to make sure his tabi were securely fastened before grabbing his two straight single-edged chakra blades, fastening them behind his back on his belts. Lastly he grabbed his favorite lop-sided stocking cap, sliding it over his head and tucking it over moreso on one of his eyes like an eyepatch. His village headband was tied around his neck and left dangling a bit like an ascot. Grabbing a set of five of his new little toy, he set off for the nearest training grounds from his family's farm and workshop so he could field test the thing and see how it performed. Though the weather was permitting, there was someone else on the training grounds, so testing it out would be futile unless they wanted to get pierced by the spiky foot traps. Walking right up over to the girl, he put his thumb and index finger between his lips to whistle and get her attention, "Oi! What's up? You lookin ta do some trainin yerself?" He asked her while looking around from behind the red bangs in front of his eye, trying to gauge a good spot to test out his new grenadas. {SK}

Pavor: It was a nice afternoon in the Land of Fire, more specifically its ninja village: Konoha. The sweet summer air was enough to get anyone outside, it was just warm enough that with the refreshing winds that blew through the forests that it’d feel perfect right now. The only clouds in the sky that tried to blot out the beaming sunlight of above were too small and wispy; altogether this was just the perfect day and the perfect time. Two people out to enjoy this was a young man with a mane of thick, brown hair and big green eyes. His attire was rather simple but not very fitting for the scenery. His forearms were bound in armor and he proudly wore a happuri that was engraved with the symbol of his village at the forehead. Underneath were simply enough clothes, a light jacket draped over his large and brawny frame and simple shorts to get at least some air going through. This young boy was Ieyasu of the Akimichi, his expression peaceful as he continued to walk down one of Konoha’s empty roads with a wheelchair to his front and a companion with. There, sitting in the wheelchair was another young man with a short, tousled head of blue hair. From what could be seen beyond the green PJs he was wearing, this Fūma seemed to be in all sorts of bandages aside from his face that showed the extremity of his gaunt figure. There was a sort of silence between the two, but of a more enjoyable sort as they simply looked about while Ieyasu wheeled his friend Keldran over to a near training grounds. They came to a bend in the road, with a small trail deviating from it and just beyond the tree line could be seen a few people already in the talks of something. Ieyasu walked further down the little trail and parked Keldran to the side but with a view where he could see the grand scope of the field. Ieyasu walked shortly ahead, hearing the two talk something about training; perfect. He turned around to look over to his friend before speaking out, “Well, gotta’ be able to train somehow while keeping an eye on you. You’re going to need to do some too eventually, so whenever you can walk again I can fight you like we used to back at the dojo.” Ieyasu haphazardly let a smile draw on his lips, it wasn’t very convincing but the Akimichi boy wasn’t used to this sort of thing. With those last words, Ieyasu let out a deep breath before turning around and wiping off the pleasant expression he seemed to have on his face before and instead replaced it with a different monotonous expression. He began to walk up to the two just before him and questioned with slight aggression, “Do you two have room for one more? I’m looking to spar.” Ieyasu cut his words short abruptly, staring down at the two in front of him.

Keruberosu: |KF|- Keldran Fuma, or whatever was left of him. His body was broken, covered head to toe in copious number of bandages. Below the surface his body was tattered and he was heavily scared from his time in Amegakure. His face seemed relatively unharmed but his left eye was quite battered in and he could only open it slightly at the current time. While being pushed in his wheel chair by Ieyasu the only friend he had left from the tragedies of this world. His katana, Masayoshi was beside him, leaning against his fragile body, as odd as it was. It was the only thing that brought Keldran any form of comfort. It reminded him of the days of old when he was still strong, when his will of fire shined brighter than any other in the village. When he truly held the title of hero in the hearts of many. Now he was just another shinobi that was in over his head. It was like reliving a back movie every time he was conscious. Ded, B, Hitomi, Yazu, Haylee, Kei, and so many others died. Keldran wasn’t strong enough to save them and wasn’t strong enough to save himself. While being pushed, he couldn’t help but start to cry. Tears flowing down from his face, he wanted to scream to the sky and so who would respond but no one was there. Only the devil responded because god wasn’t there. This was the shinobi world. When they came to the training field and finally halted, he was still crying. His facial expression was stale and he wasn’t quivering because frankly he couldn’t. The Dragon Born, The Chosen One, The Sapphire Hero. This is what was left. A bunch of bandages and a single sword. His throat was still emaciated so he couldn’t talk he could only make small gestures but even that was painful for him. Ieyasu spoke to him but Keldran’s mind wasn’t around, he was off in the darkness and simply stared blankly as he began to approach the others and talking about fighting. Slowly with fidgets and dry and low groans of pain he reached for his swords. The sound of his bones snapping could be heard in the air and finally he reset and stopped. The pain was unbearable but he was alive. But the question was, was the cost even worth it anymore? - |KF|

Ashora: Rena had been ignoring the boy purposely despite the shrill sound that came from him until the person who she had seen being carried into the village had been wheeled up along with a larger man. She tried not to stare, but it was impossible; he was supposed to be a victim of torture... flashes of black went through her mind. Torture was a familiar word to her. She was raised in Konoha, though. She had never been in war, let alone far away from Konoha. And yet, why did her body have so many scars, layered over each other? She trembled, and her mind felt like it was screaming. This had happened the last time she had seen his deformed body; back then, she had been thinking about when the doctors had told her her nerves were shot. It was impossible, because she still had the sense of touch. Why could she barely feel pain? And that didn't explain her hair. Beyond that, she didn't belong to a clan, so why did she have a Kekkai Genkai? Again, the doubt of the Leaf she had deep within her came out. She knew they weren't telling the truth. She almost felt wrathful; she wanted the pounding in her head to stop. She remembered how she felt when she fought Zwolf, and the relief at his acceptance of her Kekkai Genkai. She wanted to feel that feeling again; the feeling of acceptance, the feeling of friendship. She no longer wanted to feel disconnected from the place that was her home, and yet, a nagging voice in the back of her head told her this wasn't her home. She wanted the voice to leave her alone. It did that when she was with Zwolf; she wanted to always feel something. Hell, she'd even want to feel regret for not caring what happened to Keldran. It seemed like he had gone through something terrible. Why couldn't she care? She wanted to, but caring for Zwolf took up most of her energy already. Perhaps she wasn't cut out for this; she wondered that if she ran away, that maybe all of her problems would stop? Maybe the suffocating headaches and the worrying doubts? She shook off her thoughts, needing escape, and so she answered them both. "I am looking for a sparring partner as well."

Andikins: {SK} "Alright! Three's a party! And we have a special guest to watch us?" He cheered a little happily, it meant getting a chance to test things out while training his body at the same time. He might be thought of as a workaholic, but Shinra was someone who wanted to get things done as quickly as he could so he could kick back and relax. It was an odd mindset, eager to work just to finish the work. Maybe that was why he worked so hard to make new tools? With Ieyasu and Keldran on the scene, it was a group of four chatting--three, Keldran just sat there looking like he was in pain to just exist at the moment. Shinra couldn't help but look for a moment before averting his gaze to look away. He didn't want to imagine what went on there. "Well I'm gonna head over there, and uh, just wait." He pointed as he awkwardly adjusted his stocking cap, running off toward the other side of the training field so he could prepare his new grenadas. "So should we fight to passing out? Orrrrr do you guys want to make this kind of like a game?" He called out to them, seeing if he could get them to talk a little more amongst themselves and with him. {SK}

Pavor: Ieyasu watched as the small talk unfolded, it seemed as if everything were in order now. As Shinra backed a little bit away, Ieyasu began to overturn his forearm and tighten the straps of his protectors. He noticed the others looking over at Keldran and he quickly took his attention away from the scene even if it gave pause to Shinra's question. He could see the pain in Keldran's eyes, and for that brief moment Ieyasu felt a sudden and deep pang of guilt in his chest. He had to tear his eyes away from the scene, Keldran was safe and that's what mattered. Ieyasu would fix this... he had to, otherwise he would never amount to any true worth in his life no matter how far he got as a shinobi. Ieyasu looked back to Shinra, his expression looking a little tense before he declared, "Let's keep it simple. If you want out just say it... If you guys make it intense just keep in mind I'll come back equally if not harder."

Ashora: Rena smiled in a gentle way. She was more than prepared to take them on; she took her kunai, stabbing it into a non-lethal place inside of her body. Purple blood streamed from her wounds, two hardened tendrils swinging towards both opponents. She saw no point in wasting time; when she could fill her empty emotions with something more than just a blank memory, there was always reason to swing hard. She was just getting warmed up; soon, she'd come at them with all she had.

Andikins: {SK} Shinra rolled his shoulders, jogging in place while tilting his head side to side. Loosening up his muscles before they got into the action, he felt the urge to just keep stretching a little because of the lack of movement when tinkering. The young Kidame genin stood away from the two, almost in a triangle with equidistance put between Shinra and the other two, though it was a lot more like an isoscoles formation with Shinra further away. When two purple tentacle looking things came sprouting out of the girl, "Cool!" Shinra reached back and grabbed a handful of regular makibishi. While they were useful for tripping up feet, they could make for great projectiles when thrown. And throw them he did! With such a force that the five he picked out and threw could embed themselves in wooden surfaces even. Though he was off into a roll after the throw and throwing one of his little handmade one time use grenades. It would land near Rena while he went in his wide arc of the perimeter. If it did land the grenade would sufer a blow that knocked a flint stone against the steel of the grenade, sending a spark against the ignition powder to make it detonate and burn the sealing tags, unsealing all the makibishi inside the tags violently. The tools would spread outward in a direction focused in a particular direction, that being right toward Rena, whether the grenade was knocked out of the air or hit the ground first. During his perimeter run around the training grounds, Shinra tucked his hand into the scroll that held his smoke bombs, and withdrew two, one being a bellowing grey smoke bomb and a second being a heavier curry powder bomb. He prepared himself in case anyone came running at him, ready to drop both and get the hell out of there. {SK}

Pavor: Just like that, the fight had begun. Shinra had just before taken a distance from the small circle the three had been forming just before, truly the best idea in hindsight if anyone knew a thing about Ieyasu. His expression took that a mix of bewilderment and curiosity as Rena began to cut herself and purple blood began to spill out before beginning to quickly form into gnarled, twisted tendrils that writhed about and literally flung themselves both at Ieyasu and Shinra both despite his distance from the two. Given Ieyasu was closest to this strange, bleeding girl, he was the first to react as one of the tendrils came straight at his left side as he stood adjacent to Rena’s right side. “So this is how it’s going to be.” Ieyasu thought this to himself as he twisted and pivoted his body to the right while also bringing his arm back to that same side. He thrust his left arm out to his side where the tendril was coming from and met the strange appendage with the raw, monstrous strength he held to himself. This would surely be enough to knock it away from him if not destroy it, depending upon the hardiness of this crimson structure. At the same time, it was easy enough to take notice that Shinra had taken his distance to throw something towards them. Because of the timing, Ieyasu wasn't sure if the projectile itself was a kunai, a bomb, or anything else that would be relatively dangerous. He couldn’t identify what it was, but because Rena was already using some level of dangerous ninjutsu: All bets were off. Ieyasu shifted his weight to lean over towards Rena, his already outstretched arm beginning to wrap back around Rena’s side. Specifically, his arm was coming around straight for her throat just so he could get her in a chokehold and have a good grip on her. If it were to work, then Rena would find Ieyasu’s imposing force and brute strength forcing her to get in front of him. This grip would be tight enough that Rena would find a hard time breathing, but not so tight enough to pose any real danger or threat to her. The risk of the situation however was that she’d take the brunt of whatever Shinra had thrown over to the two. Ieyasu’s exposed forearm would be fine for the most part given the metal protectors that were strapped onto it, if everything went as determined then the makibishi would simply bounce off and the rest probably going all over Rena’s frame. Afterward, Ieyasu would be strangely only further bewildered by the contraption that this other sparring mate used. Dropping Rena from the chokehold and leaving her to fall down to cry and moan as he would’ve expected her to do if things went swimmingly with his attempts. In preparation for the next barrage from Shinra however, Ieyasu would take no time to crouch down slightly to adjust properly and wait for the next barrage this unique individual would be throwing at the Akimichi boy.

Ashora: Rena did not cough, pumping oxygen through her blood to keep her heart going. She subsided the use of her lungs, simply using her blood manipulation and the wounds in her arms to keep going. She needed to be subtle so the Akimichi would not detect her attack; she stared down at him, which would probably look awkward seeing as she wasn't struggling and gasping for oxygen, as she began to bleed through the pores of her neck. Blood originally is not short, even when hardened, but when fashioned into a stronger, more piercing type of a senbon attack such as blood spike... She'd make him regret it. Seeing as the blood was thin, she'd no doubt be able to soak through the fabric he wore if he were not extra sensitive to the enviroment within his clothing. This was the more stealthy way of using Blood Manipulation. As she pushed the blood through the fabric, ever so gently as hopefully not to alert him, she resided use of her lungs momentarily. She slid her hands in front of her, making an inconspicuous hand seal. "Blood Style; Blood Spike." The spikes would go inward, if her attack was used the way it was intended.

Andikins: {SK} The grenade struck the ground as Shinra had planned, which got makibishi spikes flying everywhere, more so in the direction of Rena and Ieyasu. Though the lad who was clearly an Akimichi by the size of his arm just then, the young Kidame could focus on trying to discern what this girl was doing. She was opening wounds on her body? Controlling the fluid that came out? Did that mean that she had sanguikinesis? Or was it just an elaborate water jutsu with red food coloring? The possibility of the latter was a bit silly, albeit sound logic by Shinra standards. He was an intuitive person, but he also thought of some of the more outlandish things. Like many of his invention ideas were, Shinra was a bit prolific with trying to guess every possible avenue. If you guess all the things one of them has to be right. Right? Just eliminate the possibilities one by one. First thing was first, he was running toward the duo, drawing one of his chakra blades and forming the snake hand seal (although his hands were kept apart while forming the seal for some reason), focusing chakra into the blade as he through it straight between the two at a speed and angle that made it stick out almost horizontal as if he didn't need to lodge it in the ground between Rena and Ieyasu. With that done, he threw the red smoke bomb that clunked against the base of his knife, releasing a plume of red smoke. Anyone who ate curry would recognize the spicy scent as it started to bellow upwards. Slamming his hands together in the snake hand sign finally, and then against the ground, Shinra spent a good three seconds quickly getting his set up to remotely activate his jutsu, "Earth Release: Earth Corridor!" When his hands made contact with the ground, he focused on his knife as the epicenter and began to grow a large dome of earth that would start to grow upwards and close up until there was space enough for one person to leap out at a time. This would allow the smoke some room to breathe and bellow around while the amount of smoke would push it against the funnel system and back downwards into the dome he was creating, hoping to lock the two of them inside. It wasn't to trap them permanently, but the red powder bomb was designed to irritate the lungs of those that breathed it, or make the eyes water to the point of needing to remain shut for a while. He put a lot of pepper into that little pellet, and the salinity would also effect anything wet by sticking to it and spicing things up. Open mouths and tongues would be subject to the spiciness of the pepper, along with open wounds! Shinra meanwhile remained outside, reading his explosives scroll for anyone that came outside of the dome, as he started to unravel it across his arms, readying to fire it off like a weapon. {SK}

Pavor: Shinra was making his way towards Ieyasu and Rena, Ieyasu still holding a tight vice on Rena’s neck. Right before Shinra threw his blade, Ieyasu could feel something strange beginning to stain his the sleeve of his arm. As soon as it began Ieyasu commanded Rena, “Stop that right now, and I won’t crush your throat.” Ieyasu spoke these few words calmly even as his eyes briefly closed in a flinch seeing Shinra just threw something beneath them. This was a little too much for him, this was just meant to be a spar for Christ’s sake. At the same time, Ieyasu tightened his hold on Rena because he planned to simply to knock her out by choking her but it was further intensified by Ieyasu’s thought of them possibly about to be torn up by another one of those grenades. This short moment was calmed by the sound of something else happening and the ground beginning to shake, some sort of compressed gas or smoke being released. The smell of spice was easily familiar to Ieyasu, as an Akimichi food was more than just a simple resource for survival. Basic training and studying in the Academy and beyond would also give reason to believe this spice bomb was of something to irritate the two seemingly trapped within. By the time the full swing of Shinra’s trap came into effect, unless the situation were to somehow change and Rena to manage to escape Ieyasu’s deathlike-vice then she would’ve passed out by now. At the same time however, if she attempted to go on and continued with her attack from before then that would leave a deep puncture in Ieyasu’s forearm but if the blood was using her body as a foundation she’d essentially be sticking herself in this unfortunate manner. Whether or not these things took place wouldn’t matter so long as Ieyasu still had a grip on her, because as he held his breath and closed his eyes he would begin to cautiously back up to the wall nearest to him. With Rena still in hand, conscious or not, he’d then proceed to heave her entire body straight at one of the walls. With the force and power he put behind Rena, using her in a manner similar to a battering ram, he’d probably easily break down the earthen wall now in front of him from the turn necessary to gather more force and motion behind his throw. This consequence, unless already prevented from prior, would likely be an ugly situation on her end. The force and collision would be enough to at least give her a concussion, a nasty fracture, and some big bruises. Following up he’d immediately let her go with the end of his move, letting her fall down and letting him quickly escape from the little annoyance Shinra had set up. In caution of the enemy, Ieyasu would make sure to keep a vigilant eye and stay in a crouched position where he could evade the enemy if he were aware of any attacks made on him. The young Akimichi coughed out, catching his breath, “You cheap fucks... if you keep doing this I’m going to have to use jutsu and then I’ll actually break one of you.”

Ashora: Regardless of threats and being thrust towards the wall, Rena still activated the Jutsu, attacking him. She built pressure on her back, making two large gashes and soaking her shirt in blood. Her blood burst out behind her, catching her. She may not be used to heavier, but she could handle herself. She broke through the thin membrane of blood, standing on her feet. Rena moved her arms, spreading her fingers out. At this point, her blood moved five times faster. The strange smoke did not bother her; irritation was just another form of pain. She blinked tears out of her eyes, wrapping a thin mask of blood around her mouth so she wouldn't inhale the smoke, protecting her lungs while filtering only oxygen through the blood. Outstretching her arms, blood flew towards the wall and she battered against it with an impressive speed. If the wall were to break, then she'd quickly retrieve a smoke bomb. This was definetely her last move, so she was putting everything into it. If she broke through the wall, she'd immideately use the smoke bomb, throwing it against the floor and forming a platform of hardened blood above the ground that she rested on. She cut her wrist with her kunai, and with a wide move of her arms, she sent it flying in all directions, thin senbon of blood. She made two consecutive handsigns, once more using the jutsu she had been so connected to in this fight. "Blood Spike!" The senbon grew sharper, and she ascended platforms of her own blood, sitting in the top of the cloud of smoke, unseeable but out of the way of the stronger man. Her blood dripped, and she sent blood flying to the ground around the exit while she waited in a place where she would be unseeable unless someone had better perception. She made the same handsigns for blood spike; the difference between these and ones on the body is that these were triggered by those who step in their line of fire.

Andikins: {SK} With Ieyasu and Rena inside the dome, Shinra remained outside, the scroll with ninja tools that had explosives tied to them kept over his arms and ready to use the unsealing technique to fire it like an automated firearm. It was a matter of time as smoke bellowed out from the top of the dome, and he could easily pinpoint when someone came out by the sudden puff of smoke rushing out, along with his sensor ability. The walls of his dome were sturdy enough to last against the barrage of another genin at least once. So Rena's attempts to break through the dome were in futility. The Akimichi and the living blood bank were still inside the dome, there was a clear hole in the top where the smoke was all bellowing out of. The two could work on breaking down the dome, but they could also easily escape. When the wall was struck with the number of bloody senbon, it started to crumble, leaving the two of them seen inside the dome, and in Shinra's range and sights. He used the unsealing technique on his scroll, unleashing a torrent of kunai and shuriken in toward the now open dome in a cone to atch any stray blood senbon sent by Rena. They all had explosive tags on them, but were dumbed down dummy bombs to only deal a concussive blast and knock people off their balance. These tools were also designed in such a way that they could not take a life, as if their edges were dulled. The Akimichi and Rena were in clear lines to be buffeted by a flurry of painful but nowhere near deadly explosives. {SK}

Pavor: Ieyasu was just about to slam Rena into the wall whenever he felt a sharp sting reach into his forearm, he reeled back as she began to flip and twist in all manners while she tore through the earthen wall on her own accord. At the same time, Ieyasu pulled back from the scene with a quick jump to move himself from the way, instinctively crying out as he felt along the sight and felt a deep cut in his forearm. It was bleeding moderately and began to immediately sting, although at this point most of the curry powder was beginning to either settle at the bottom of the ground or continue to spread out from the funnel above. The past couple of days were stressful enough, and his attempts to defuse the situation and be non-lethal in his method turned out to be simply a mistake on his behalf. Something in his mind simply snapped at this failure, his teeth gritting together while he only opened one eye to gain momentary vision in this dome. Rena had tossed herself out of the opening she had created and now as Ieyasu’s vision grew more blurry from tears coming into his eyes he saw a figure appear before her and begin to spread something out. The sound of piercing whistles and seals coming undone quickly filled the air, whether it was live or dummy kunai, senbon, or whatever: Ieyasu couldn’t risk getting pelted by them. Ieyasu looked to the funnel above and leapt for it while he left Rena on her own. As soon as he even got a foot on the edge of the funnel, everything began to shake and turn; the dome was beginning to collapse as a chain of explosions sounded off from underneath and made everything unsound. Clumsily Ieyasu leapt off from the edge he was on and proceeded to fall to the opposite side of the dome where he’d have at least a buffer time frame where he could recover and prepare for the next attacks. Curry powder flew out in some few clouds before settling onto the ground. Ieyasu quickly got back up and opened his other eye, beholding whatever scene was now in front of him.

Ashora: Rena's blood wasn't co-operating; the damage done to her body made it react in a way that she didn't want it to. She hadn't noticed how tightly the other genin had been squeezing her neck, but now, there were large bruises that seemed to be more blackened than purple. Unable to focus on the scene, she stumbled sideways, trying to keep her head clear. She had used a lot more than she had intended, and with that notion, her blood was beginning to reject her. In rare cases, this happened, and with that, she was supposed to get to the hospital immidiately for treatment. As she took a step forwards, she collapsed to the ground as her blood began to tighten and squeeze her heart. Although she couldn't feel the pain, she could feel the pressure, and she began to gasp for air. She attempted to move her blood one way, but it switched to the other way; the way she usually controlled it had become inverted. As she shook, standing to her feet, her ears popped and blood began to seep out of them. She could feel the equivilent of tears stream down her face, but she knew that it was the black liquid that she kept in her tear ducts. The 5% of blood that a Hikari had that was black; their strongest reserve. Every Hikari had a place for it, a place where nobody would take it, since once lost, it could not be reproduced unless taken from the body of a dead family member. She shook as she remembered; it was dangerous to lose it. She had to get to the hospital now, or her body was done for. She would have time to ponder over her thoughts later. She dashed in the opposite direction of the battlefield, heading off to find the medical nin that always attended to her when this happened.

Andikins: {SK} Shinra's strategem was working, corral the two foes at the same time while they fought amongst each other, and then trap them with an irritant. He hadn't expeted both to break out so soon, but then again he had not a clue who either of these two were. Rena was pelted and blasted here and there, but she just ran all of the sudden and left behind the field of battle. It was an odd tactic, to leave before even deciding who the winner was let alone while in that state. "Hey wai-Ah frag." He mumbled as Rena was out of earshot, leaving him with the Akimichi who had the high ground temporarily. Thankfully the damage that the Earth Corridor received made it start to crumble, where Ieyasu would fall to the ground, letting Shinra hold his scroll up in preparation for any onslaught. He had enough for another volley weaponry. It was hard to tell how much went into a scroll when you lose count after reloading four scrolls with a number of different tools. "Do you want to keep going? Beeeeecause her running out is kind of a jarring thing." Shinra suggested a stalemate, but he was more than ready to continue, was this a bluff to get the Akimichi to lower his guard? Or sincerity? Maybe it was a trust exercise like where you fall backwards to risk head trauma for some bumblescrub to catch you. What will it be Ieyasu? {SK}

Pavor: Ieyasu looked down at his arm while Shinra spoke of an end to this madness, the left which had been injured by Rena before she somehow got out of the line of fire. “She stabbed me,” interjected Ieyasu while he weakly moved about his fingers and tried to see the extents of which he could move the hand before he reached the temporary limits placed on his now inept arm. The site of the puncture wound was soggy and wet with blood, he observed it with his teeth grating. It was painful, truly, there was no way to think it otherwise. But things like this were a common factor in Ieyasu’s life, so this wasn’t what was truly bothering him. “I don’t really get it. None of it makes sense. The good people in this world are constantly hurt, if not outright killed. It seems like you only get to live longer if you become a demon. I… I want to become powerful and strong so Keldran won’t have to. I don’t want him to have to go back to hell and probably die in it. He’s done more than enough for our country, and he’s probably not going to be like he used to before.” Ieyasu tightened his fists, making an indiscriminate wince as a stab of pain was felt through his left arm. He looked back up to Shinra with a newfound constitution, declaring, “Let’s keep on, so I can get stronger.” His legs compressed, using the power of his muscles and beginning to flow chakra through his legs he sprung out from his position like a dart, zig-zagging while he leapt from one point to another with each single step crushing the earth underfoot. “Watch out.” Ieyasu whispered this as he made his final step, careening straight towards Shinra with a right swing that he had been building with all this and with proper timing and body movement to throw all his weight into that one punch. This raw strength compounded with all these other little things would be a nasty punch if Shinra’s head was caught by it. Given the impact site would be at Shinra’s left temple, perhaps if it were to land it’d be a complete knockout and perhaps a nasty bruise to remember this spar how these two met one another.

Andikins: {SK} Shinra sighed, figuring it couldn't be that easy to end something tedious like this with just a suggestion. He kept his gaze on Ieyasu, his eyes locked on the monologuing inflato-ninja. The Kidame genin dropped his scroll as Ieyasu came charging forward. Against an earth user with distance, there was a bit of advantage? The theories on that train og logic were in debate, and it was unclear who might win said debate. But trying to be cautious of what Ieyasu had said and the pain he demonstrated that he was in, Shinra quickly formulated a plan with his other jutsu. As Ieyasu came barreling toward Shinra, the genin formed handseals: boar, ox, and then a handseal unique to the technique. He ran forward a couple of steps, picking up his weapons scroll on the way, ducking down underneath the Akimichi as the fist came at Shinra. The smaller of the two was able to move a bit more nimbly. Shinra's hand hit the ground and he called out, "Tearing earth turning palm!" The ground in a ten yard radius would split into squares and some would rise up, some would move downward. One section formed right between Shinra and ieyasu, letting Shinra down and Ieyasu up into the air. If it worked, ieyasu would be sent into the air for Shinra to turn around and aim his weapons scroll at Ieyasu and fire off dummy weapons again, looking to pelt the wacky inflatable flailing arm ninja. {SK}

Pavor: Ieyasu was making his move towards Shinra when suddenly the earth began to crack apart and began to move like a strange, geometric playground. As the young Akimichi was making his last leap to Shinra, one of the square pillars rose from the ground with hasty speed. Ieyasu put his legs out and slammed into the pillar, making a hard impact as the earth underfoot cracked. It wasn’t enough to completely destroy the pillar but what damage was made, was done. The top portion of the pillage began to crack as Ieyasu used some chakra and molded it to fit to the earth to keep himself where he was. Quickly he flipped around to the front where he’d be able to get a direct view of Shinra. Quickly he pressed himself from the pillar he had found in his way, now on a collision course with Shinra on his own little section of earth that was leading further into the ground. His hands came together to quickly form two simple hand seals to the best of his ability. It was the Ram and the Akimichi seal from before, except now with a minor expulsion of smoke covering Ieyasu’s body but then reemerging to reveal a great spiked ball around 10 ft. in radius. It blocked the hole that Shinra had made for himself and quickly the Spiked Bullet Tank began to reel about at an alarming rate. If nothing were to happen quickly, then Shinra would find that he’d meet an early demise by being pounded into the earth and simultaneously shred into pieces. But as soon as it came to the point where it’d be Shinra’s final second, the bullet tank stopped before disappearing in the same plume of smoke and Ieyasu simply fell out. After picking himself up and dusting himself off, he’d walk up and offer a hand to Shinra. His eyes were looking away as if something were bothering him, sighing as he waited for Shinra to shake his hand. Afterward, Ieyasu would look over to him and groan, “’’’That’’’ is why I didn’t use my jutsu. If I fight using any of them, I’ll kill someone. Only that bitch hurt me, and if this were real I’d snap her neck like a twig. You and she are too weak for me to become stronger from.” Ieyasu’s expression held some disappointment in it, “Name’s Ieyasu. Let’s get out of the hole.” Ieyasu let go of Shinra’s hand before leaping far above to get out of the hole.

Andikins: {SK} Shinra, thinking his plan was working, forgot one of the key points of Akimichi clan members. That was their tendency to turn into living tanks, and this one was with spikes?! Spikes on a human?! Who the hell would grow spikes just for the sake of tackling someone? Shinra thought of what to do, but the hole was being blocked onall sides, leaving just slivers of escape that only an anorexic stick figure might be able to handle. His thoughts flashed too fast and he went into fight or flight instinct alone. Something a shinobi couldn't let themselves do, which he realized as he covered his eyes and face with his arms. He thought this would be over before Ieyasu poofed back to normal as if to show how much stronger he was. Shinra collapsed on the floor, onto his backside and looking up at Ieyasu who offered a hand to help the Kidame lad up. Taking the strong hand, Shinra got to his feet and dusted himself off, "Shinra--but please call me Shin." He gathered up his scroll and leapt up out of the hole, landing on the edge and flailing his arms to feign losing balance. "I ain't cleanin' this. And just what is that supposed to mean you ain't gonna get stronger offa me? The hell?" {SK}

Pavor: Ieyasu watched as Shinra came from the depths of the hole the two had just been in just moments before. He shook his head at Shinra's question, obviously having forgotten or entirely ignored what Ieyasu had said before.

"I mean what I said. I need to be stronger so I can kill Gyugii, The Bloated Dragon of Ame. Kill him and whoever else crosses the Land of Fire," Ieyasu looked over to Keldran, "I want to protect him. I want to protect everyone else too. No one here started the fire, it was always scum like Gyugii."

With those last words Ieyasu began to walk off, hesitantly so because he wasn't exactly sure why he was opening up to this person. He was inferior as far as Ieyasu saw it, but then again... that's why he needed to protect the village so the innocent and those of a true and good heart so there wasn't another situation like Keldran.

Ieyasu let out a bit of an angry cry before turning around and looking straight into Shinra's own eyes, "Look. Get stronger, Shin. So—so I won't have to worry about someone weak like you when I head off to destroy Ame."

The bitter Akimichi turned around and started wheeling Keldran back to Konoha. Ieyasu knew he messed that up terribly, he never was good with trying to just say simple shit like get stronger so we can fight again or by each other's side. Maybe Shinra would get it, and they'd meet one day as equals and more importantly friends to help take down the wicked of this world.

Andikins: {SK} Shinra, scratching his head as Ieyasu spoke to him, contemplated what someone just around his age would be saying or thinking. Though the suggestion to get stronger spurred Shinra. "Oh yeah sure. Next time I'll twist the earth and win for sure." Shinra commented and waved, not one for showing off, but proud in his ability to move the earth much better than your average shinobi at his age. With Keldran and ieyasu leaving the scene, Shinra looked around and threw one of his remaining grenades against the face of a tree to test it out. "Almost forgot what I came here for." The next grenade was thrown, and it was a dud that let out a huge burst of air, knocking Shinra backwards to look up at the clouds. "Bugger." {SK} 