Board Thread:Konoha Logs/@comment-26510601-20160328171745

Pavor: The morning drew into the air, the fresh dew resting on the plants that sat far below the towering trees of a large forest and the sun’s radiant beams found its way in the gaps and spaces between leaves and sticks. Further beyond this great forest were some small mountain ranges, some went above the tree line while others dipped low enough to be commented as something less than that of a hill. One peculiar mountain had a vertical surface, or a rather steep slope to say the least. On top were some trees, but interestingly enough at the top edge of this surface there was an immaculate face carved over to the northern side of the mountain (for reference, the mountain itself faced towards the east and looked back to the west). Just below it was a small village surrounded by stone walls, within was a great cluster of many buildings and given the time: Many people filled its streets and the alleys around. At the base of the mountain was where most of the important buildings were, the Academy which contained a number of places where the Hokage and his assistants worked at and also serving as a place of learning for aspiring ninja. Beside it was a slightly smaller building, but it was still capable of taking a number of people in before being packed. This was the dojo, it was much simpler in design with its large gabled roof that covered and slightly extended over the paper-thin walls themselves that were only supported by thick posts of heavy oak. Within, the sounds of people crying out as they stroke out against each other or even wooden targets made of softer woods to be easy on the weak bones of those young boys and girls who were only just now learning to fight and harden their body to do so. Many mats or tapestries were laid out across the floor, most had no particular design but they provided some comfort as people fought on them and were sometimes slammed to the ground in a variety of ways. One of these particular mats there sat a young boy, his green eyes looked of envy as he looked onto the others who had someone to fight with them. No one really approached this young man with the tousled, brown hair and the navy blue karate gi he was wearing inside the dojo. This was Ieyasu Akimichi, a young genin that lived in this hidden village; Konohagakure. Lain around him were dull and worn out tools that were designed purposefully so in order to practice the use of weapons like kunai, shuriken; etc. without the full potential of outright harming someone. But for the most part, Ieyasu fought hand-to-hand with the others in here. Many he had outright smitten down with the strange strength he held for someone of his age, some bad enough to make them not want to come back at all. This is why Ieyasu was often left alone, as he did now while his father Hirotada sat on the ground nearby with his head nodded while he seemed to be taking a nap of sorts. Overall, to be here in the dojo seemed pointless if no one was going to come but maybe the young man’s luck was to change... maybe even sooner than he’d expect.

Pavor: The morning drew into the air, the fresh dew resting on the plants that sat far below the towering trees of a large forest and the sun’s radiant beams found its way in the gaps and spaces between leaves and sticks. Further beyond this great forest were some small mountain ranges, some went above the tree line while others dipped low enough to be commented as something less than that of a hill. One peculiar mountain had a vertical surface, or a rather steep slope to say the least. On top were some trees, but interestingly enough at the top edge of this surface there was an immaculate face carved over to the northern side of the mountain (for reference, the mountain itself faced towards the east and looked back to the west). Just below it was a small village surrounded by stone walls, within was a great cluster of many buildings and given the time: Many people filled its streets and the alleys around. At the base of the mountain was where most of the important buildings were, the Academy which contained a number of places where the Hokage and his assistants worked at and also serving as a place of learning for aspiring ninja. Beside it was a slightly smaller building, but it was still capable of taking a number of people in before being packed. This was the dojo, it was much simpler in design with its large gabled roof that covered and slightly extended over the paper-thin walls themselves that were only supported by thick posts of heavy oak. Within, the sounds of people crying out as they stroke out against each other or even wooden targets made of softer woods to be easy on the weak bones of those young boys and girls who were only just now learning to fight and harden their body to do so. Many mats or tapestries were laid out across the floor, most had no particular design but they provided some comfort as people fought on them and were sometimes slammed to the ground in a variety of ways. One of these particular mats there sat a young boy, his green eyes looked of envy as he looked onto the others who had someone to fight with them. No one really approached this young man with the tousled, brown hair and the navy blue karate gi he was wearing inside the dojo. This was Ieyasu Akimichi, a young genin that lived in this hidden village; Konohagakure. Lain around him were dull and worn out tools that were designed purposefully so in order to practice the use of weapons like kunai, shuriken; etc. without the full potential of outright harming someone. But for the most part, Ieyasu fought hand-to-hand with the others in here. Many he had outright smitten down with the strange strength he held for someone of his age, some bad enough to make them not want to come back at all. This is why Ieyasu was often left alone, as he did now while his father Hirotada sat on the ground nearby with his head nodded while he seemed to be taking a nap of sorts. Overall, to be here in the dojo seemed pointless if no one was going to come but maybe the young man’s luck was to change... maybe even sooner than he’d expect.

Keruberosu: |KF| -Keldran would be in the exact dojo Ieyasu would be in, located in the midst of Konoha. He was in the back of said Dojo in the showering room to be exact; his casual clothes had been thrown onto an adjacent bench in the locker room a few steps off from the showers. It was an open shower area not cloth or anything closing it off and he happened to be the only one at the time so it was calming. He placed his hand on the knob turning it all the way to the H meaning it would end up extremely hot. He placed his right arm outwards and placed his hand on the wall allowing the water to run all along his body. Washing off the grime and sweat from the training of this morning, his arm muscles flexing on its own showing some deep definition but normally it didn’t look like so. He turned his back to the showerhead and let it run down his back his chest turned and pecks showing in the air along with the rest of his full frontal. But in full anime fashion his junk was covered by an army of soap bubbles. He rubbed it all over him, getting into the cracks and problem spots. Sighing heavily but in a good way as he washed it all away. (5 minutes later) He would’ve finished and dried himself off, his hair was still somewhat wet but most of his body was completely dry, some areas slightly moist but that was it. He put on his White and blue long sleeve shirt, shortly afterwards a clean pair of boxers following with some standard baggy shinobi pants with shinobi sandals to boot. He shook his head wildly watching the water spurt over the wall and before long he strapped his claymore over his body and attached his Black steel katana to his right thigh. Keldran walked out of the locker room to the Dojo floor and looked around noticing all the spars and training regiments going on but his interest was piqued by a larger boy sitting on the mat alone. An Akimichi by the looks of him, only over-weight shinobi or people in general in the village mainly belong to said clan. He looked strong and Keldran had yet to fight since the academy days so he approached him and placed his right hand on the top most part of his hilt his fingers grasping it like an octopus would it’s pray and shortly after he’d look to him with a shit eating grin as he spoke. “Oi bud, you look strong. Want to fight? I just took a shower and feeling up to some more training. Oh by the way nice to meet you. I’m Keldran Fuma.” After his little spew he bent his knees slightly and his body shifted forward, he entering a charging combat stance to start off.- |KF|

Pavor: As Ieyasu sat there, he drifted into his mind about different things. Nothing in particular, but as his eyes grew vacant of focus it could easily be told that he wasn’t paying attention to much that was going on in front of him. So when Keldran stepped in front of the boy and asked about possible sparring, there was a slight delay before Ieyasu came back from his trance and looked to Keldran. As his mind caught up with what was just said to him, Ieyasu began, “Uh… sure,” the young man stood up from the ground before pointing to Keldran’s sword, “I just hope that isn’t a live sword.” The Akimichi withdrew into his own thoughts momentarily, something about this person and the way he so quickly grabbed his sword reminded Ieyasu of that crazy bitch who tried to kill him not too long ago. Before getting into proper form, Ieyasu picked up the dull tools he had on him and put it all back into a knapsack that was tied to the left side of his hip. At the end of picking it all up, he had in count 5 kunai and 12 shuriken… although he probably wouldn’t be throwing much given the close proximity of other fighters that were sparring against each other as well. Now ready, Ieyasu entered a southpaw fighting stance with his right side leading. Now ready, he made the Seal of Confrontation as was common etiquette in sparring and a way to signal he was ready. In the event Keldran kept his firm grip on his sword, Ieyasu would have taken out a single kunai to hold in his right hand while still maintaining the Seal before the fight started.

Keruberosu: |KF| -Keldran would laugh just about and then reply to his statement. “It is a live sword, but I’ll use the blunt side for ya don’t worry.” He watched him pick up the rather rusty looking tools, obviously completely dull. He was the father of a great smith and was known to smith his own weaponry so he could tell the difference in quality from weapon to weapon. Keldran would watch him do the Seal Of Confrontation which was known for common Etiquette but he didn’t introduce himself so he didn’t decide to give him this small phase of respect. Once his right arm began to show movement is when Keldran began his charge. With his body already leaning forward he pushed off his left foot and stride onto the right as he began to run with quite speed behind his movements. His hand that was on the hilt would pull his black steel katana from the sheath and he then placed it into a reverse grip the blade facing behind him upwards but he had the swinging edge on the blunt side as so not to do real damage to his opponent seeing as it was a spar not a fight to the death. He quickly cleared the distance and once within a 10 ft radius and his right arm which was holding the sword now swung on a downwards diagonal coming from the left and the slash would end at the bottom left of his body by how It was angled. He had much more width and mass so he should be an easier target Keldran though. The slash was coming quick and this was his unorthodox fighting style he was known for innovating. ITTORYU (One sword styles) First debut in combat since the 2 years of purgatory to become a full fledged shinobi. Keldran was ready and now he was going to see if his opponent was as well.- |KF|

Pavor: Ieyasu made a bit of a mistake, forgetting to mention his name as part of the simple courtesy he provided, as such it appeared Keldran didn’t take too well to the matter starting with a violent and aggressive beginning by drawing his sword inversely before slashing down at the Akimichi. Ieyasu was doing the same for his own kunai which was held downward in his hand while his hand tightly felt the grip of the small dagger. Ieyasu was much too slow for simply dodging these swift strikes, especially as a bit of a huskier individual who was to say the least a big pudgy. Fortunately enough, dodging wasn’t the only thing in this world of fighting which was soon to be shown as Ieyasu stepped forward and met the clash of Keldran’s own sword with the kunai he held in his hand. In doing so, Ieyasu’s intentions was to stop or redirect the arc of the blade given it now had the kunai in its hand. Ieyasu’s tight grip kept a hold on the small thing, but he could easily feel the clash trying to pry the dagger from his hands. Given it was still in motion at this time, the blade itself would most likely follow along the thinning edge of the kunai until it fell of the right leaving a brief time frame where Ieyasu could bring his left fist up while turning his body and attempting to slam his open palm into Keldran’s exposed side. IF this were not the case though, and the blade was in fact stopped at the clash then Ieyasu would attempt drop to the ground and deliver a fast sweeping kick to Keldran’s legs in attempt to knock him off of his feet. Either result would have varying results but both leaving Ieyasu counterattacking Keldran in some form or way.

Keruberosu: |KF| -He would swing all his shoulder into the downward diagonal slash and he felt the clash of the two weapons, his small dagger against his own Fuma smithed black steel sword. But instead of holding the clash he simply tossed the sword towards his left side and while he did so since he was already in a leaned forward motion and his right foot was next to move forward he lifted his leg and aimed a strong knee into his gut and due to the body to body distance and his weight it’d be fairly hard to dodge unless he was quick on his pivot foot. So while his knee motioned to strike his stomach since he was leaned forward already and there was a slight height difference his lean compensated so now his head aimed to smash directly into the Akimichi’s. Keldran showed no signs of holding back he threw all his weight into the head butt and if it landed would surely leaved him dazed if he wasn’t used to taking heavier hits. Also in the meanwhile since his right arm during the swing was higher in respite compared to his lowered left once the clash happened and he ended it by throwing the sword to the left his other hand would dip upwards since his weight shifted towards moving up he easily gripped the sword into his left hand now. He couldn’t use the sword proficiently in the left hand but he could do the most basic of attacks or blocks but for anything advanced it was rubbish in comparison to his right hand. The ability for him to easily swap sword hands was just an ability he developed for his own personal fighting style which he was known for in the village. It being so odd to most Kenjutsu specialist and even some looking down on it, seeing it takes away from traditional and honorable combat. If both hits landed like they more than likely would the opponent would surely be feeling it, not enough to knock out or seriously injury but deficiently leaving them abit on tilted footing for sure. Some people began to gather and watch with interest, some even stopping their spars seeing the two genin fight at what seemed to be such a high and intense level for youngsters. We shall see.- |KF|

Pavor: In just a few moments, all that Ieyasu had thought of this other person changed… such an unexpected move. All it took was a frame of a second for Keldran to act upon what he had perhaps originally been building up to before kneeing and head butting Ieyasu at the same time after discarding his sword. They were too close, Ieyasu was pudgy kid not known well for his speed as he made it up with his strength, endurance, and the developing mind of his. As such, he took both blows at full force; what he was able to do in this time though in what little time he had to prepare himself was to tense his body up. First being his stomach and last his jaw, except the neck given the potential backlash it could hold if he strained his neck and then quickly lost that with the two painful blows he took now. The tensing itself was not complete, but it did something to make sure his being wasn’t completely pulverized by some of it. Even then, his thick skin and body helped displace some of the impact shock of both of these punches… that compiled on the fact he was already a tough motherfucker from being beaten all of his life lessened it all. This didn’t mean it didn’t hurt, but not as much as it would for some other people. Ieyasu still had his wits about him, although admittedly just slightly dazed from the head butt. This was his time though, just as he had messed up so did Keldran at this point. Whereas Keldran was ready to dip back when he was back out from the haze of that head butt, Ieyasu was already reeling back his own right hand as he pivoted his body before swinging it down and up in an arc to deliver a painful uppercut to his opponent. If connected, this would certainly be a very painful thing for Keldran given the proper form of the punch added onto the brute strength this young boy possessed. Given the fist would make impact right on Keldran’s chin while he was in such close extremities to Ieyasu could also potentially give way to a knockout punch right then and there. But the end result would largely depend on if Keldran’s own tenacity.

Keruberosu: |KF| -He would feel the knee enter and clash against his stomach feeling the elastic skin bounce him back off once it did its damage the foot would steadily replant itself onto the ground and since his right side would’ve bounced back from the attack and his body weight was thrown forward now his left side was the most forward and his sword was within said hand at the current moment. As both opponents body’s bounced back from the power and reeling shock of said attacks Keldran was relatively unscathed from the head butt he was literally and figuratively a hard-headed individual. Some blood didn’t begin to leak from his head because he was tender headed on the forehead but the rest of his head was fairly tough to damage. His knee took no damage obviously. While beginning to once again go ahead for forward motion Keldran’s eyes noticed the fact his opponent had recovered fairly quickly, almost oddly so and he was going for an dipped uppercut attack towards his chin. So while he began the dip he took his sword that was already faced backwards with the pommel in his palm and he proceeded to clash said metal bottom pommel directly into the fist coming to strike him if it did land from there he would leave the sword mid air on his hand and he spun off his pivot gracing past his own large arm that was coming up. And he’d proceeded to leap off his feet possibly a few inches and he aimed directly for a strong right front kick right into his face and since he used his right hand to try and attack his only chance to stop him would be his left arm to have not only enough strength to grab and hold him mid air and re-direct him or try to swat him away. But not only would he need to be strong to do this but he’d need to have fast enough reaction time to stop it. If said kick landed it would do a good bit of damage adding onto what he already sustained to his head earlier, it’d only stack up from here if the fight continued. Onlookers continued to crowd and people began to cheer and become mesmerized. Keldran was feeling the heat running through his blood and wanted to press the aggression to the end, trying to finish him off. Noticing his toughness would more than likely outlast him.- |KF|

Pavor: Yet again, Ieyasu’s advances were denied by Keldran and his quick moves. With a swift movement of Keldran’s sword, Ieyasu felt his fist connect with hard metal. Just like his head and stomach, it was painful but not to a severe extent. As his fist reeled back, slightly from pain but mostly in a sort of reflex of sorts; Keldran was throwing a kick at Ieyasu. Ieyasu still held his focus to Keldran, and as such he could see what was coming to him. In an attempt to at least prepare for the pain and force of a swift blow like this, Ieyasu’s jaw tensed up while he tried his best to at least get his left hand up so it’d take some of the brunt of the blow as well. The arm didn’t get very far, as Keldran’s attack connected it stroke the upper extremity of Ieyasu’s forearm before the clash came to his head. Ieyasu was quickly down on the ground, the force of those legs and the area from the given kick was enough to bring him down on the ground. His right hand caught the fall so he didn’t completely go down onto his mat, Ieyasu simply stood there as his heart raced. His whole head swam from the kick, but sitting there at least helped him move past the whole ordeal. Taking these blows to the head was nothing good, they were making his disorientated. If it wasn’t for this brief pause he was creating now, he most likely would’ve been ended right then and there by Keldran if he chose to stand back up soon… People were cheering, his irrational mind unsure if this was because they hated him and loved Keldran or simply because it was a good fight of sorts. A solitary man such as Ieyasu didn’t exactly know how to react to this. An amounting number of thoughts came into his head in those few seconds he was on the ground. Unsure what the crowd’s own intentions were, Ieyasu’s own thoughts only compiled in his head as his expression contorted into that of ferocity and anger. He began to breathe heavily, shake a little even as he pulled himself on the ground; doing his best to try and not let the crowd know this. Ieyasu walked a couple of steps back before turning around and looking over to Keldran before shouting, “Let’s go!” The young boy once again entered the Southpaw stance with his hands wide open. His hands were held up and open, his right foot leading just as his right hand was. His being was crouched over slightly as well, ready to dash in on Keldran any moment to try and make a swift and furious assault on his being if it were even possible… he was a lot different than the riff-raff Ieyasu commonly met. Despite hating the crowd around, Ieyasu couldn’t help but think of how tempting and interesting this guy was. His style and the way he seemed to prepare for every little detail so that it culminated into well-executed moves on his own behalf that completely threw Ieyasu off balance, it made Ieyasu curious.

Keruberosu: |KF| -Keldran was feeling the thrill of the fight rushing through his blood, the feeling of victory and pressing the advantage and seeing it work beautifully only excited him that much further. Once the solid kick landed he continued to press the foot to his face all the way until he ended up on the floor following his bodyweight’s fall so if he tried to catch himself Keldran’s weight of his right foot would stop that before it even began. Once the boy hit the ground using his adjacent left hand he shifted his leather strap forward so it’d be quicker to draw his black steel claymore. He slung it out of his sheath the sound of the large thick metal chipping against the hard leather was enough to send shivers down someone’s spine. This sword was live on both sides, double bladed in other words and he gripped it with two hands since it was too heavy for both and he brought said sword directly to the boy’s neck and from there he smiled and spoke. “Checkmate.” He would then hop back and plant is sword downwards into the mate and he offered his hand to the Akimichi as a sign of friendship and good faith. Everyone around them cheered and some even clapped. “Good fight, I surely had fun. Hope you did aswell.” A few seconds ago he was just in a blood thirsty state of mind but he reverted so quickly to his normal kind nature to some this could be utterly confusing or captivating depending on mindset but it was how Keldran worked. He kept true feelings and emotions out of battle and focused on battle, maybes that why he was so good at it. But with his hand outstretched he awaited the boy’s response with a warm smile.- |KF|

Pavor: Before Ieyasu could even get up, cold steel was already pointed at him. In his mind, this somewhat distraught him as he felt like he would’ve been given the chance to get up and from there the two would continue the fight until one or another passed out. He only shook his head, being completely bested by this random kid he only just met, and all the ones before being complete pushovers especially when Keldran came around. It was a challenge, a new experience that Ieyasu hadn’t felt before. It was… attracting, there weren’t many other ways to explain how Ieyasu actually enjoyed a challenge like a moth to a light. He heard Keldran commenting on how it was a good fight, Ieyasu slowly picked himself up from the ground. Looking over to Keldran, he seemed a bit flustered. Some might say because of the fact he had never been bested in the dojo by the other kids, but it was more or less to the crowd that had been worked up for the short duration of the fight. He took Keldran’s hand to shake it, his focus elsewhere before he began to mutter, “It was a… good fight. I’m glad you gave me the opportunity to fight with you…” Ieyasu didn’t seem like he got all he wanted out before a cold vice was felt on his shoulder, it was his tall father that was standing over him with a slightly displeased look. While he had looked the part to be asleep while sitting by the mat, he saw it all; something which was a bit of a problem for Ieyasu because of the fact his father was a man of very high expectations. Hirotada sighed a bit, “Let’s go get some food, kid. It’s about lunch time already and my stomach is aching.” Ieyasu only nodded and the two began to walk out from the dojo. During the whole walk, Ieyasu looked distraught… he didn’t want to say much because he wasn’t used to it but there was something aching at his being. So by the time he reached the doorway, he got loose of his father’s grip, turning around and yelling over to Keldran, “My name is Ieyasu of the Akimichi! I’m sorry for not saying that earlier, it slipped my mind. Come back another time, please Keldran?” Before a response was given, Ieyasu was taken once again by his father’s hand and led out from the dojo. 