Board Thread:Konoha Logs/@comment-25866598-20160522172010

The large cherry red doors were flung open, a burst of wind racing throughout the room as the pedals of the outside cherry trees rushed throughout the room, laying a pathway for the blunt guest. The petals were brushed to the side as the figure made its way down the hall, lined with columns of cherry red coloring, trimmed with gold. The walls themselves were a mixture of green and gold, all accented in designs of either dragons or warriors. The place was beautiful to say the least as the roof itself was a canvas which a master painter orchestrated his masterpiece upon. Amongst it all Junko’s family still had some sense of the tribe’s heritage even in this massive building his father told him about to train. Junko’s physique shifted down the hallway for only the briefest moments before he arrived within a vast open room. Upon doing this the door would shut behind him and the lights would flicker on. They were dim at first starting with a flicker like spot lights placed on a football field. Once the lights warmed and shined down on the ground Junko could tell he was amongst his father’s training arena. A place where he himself had come to train as a child. However it was junko’s time, he was destined to unlock the clan’s kekkei genkai in order to press forward as a shinobi and with that the journey would begin. If one were to take a look at junko’s attire they would find he donned a sleeveless gray and black two-tone partial-zip jacket, amongst this his forearm, hands, and feet were wrapped in bandages. Along with these seemingly simple bracelets to match. In time Junko had merely begun to cross his arms about his chest and simply wait to be joined by someone of interest.



A long and tired yawn echo’d throughout the area outside the dojo as a young man sat behind the cherry blossom tree slouched against it. When the doors of the dojo suddenly flung open making a clattering sound the young man rubbed the back of his head looking up towards the sky, “Damn, did I oversleep? I hope Ikkaku or Yoshikotsu don’t find me goofing off again… Guess I better get up.” The young man said softly under his breath talking to himself as he stood up dusting himself off. If anyone was to look at him as he dusted himself off they would notice his unusual outfit for a Kumogakure shinobi, the boy was wearing a kimono simple grey kimono with a gold sash that happened to have the kumogakure insignia printed upon them with geta upon his feet. Upon his hands were a pair of specialized gauntlets made for the boy by himself and his uncle Ikkaku Kingu known as Warp style Wire Gauntlets. these gauntlets store an almost unlimited supply of copper, iron, and steel wire within them. By applying his chakra to the gauntlets they will release wire through a spinal allowing him to manipulate them with magnetic release. The wires can be used for various ninjutsu along with being strengthened by chakra if needed. These gauntlets use space time as a way to store and access the almost infinite wires within the gauntlets. If anyone paid close attention they would also notice that upon the back of his kimono was a very small kanji reading, backpack. It was a summoning seal meant to summon another special item his uncle had helped him create. This boy Takashi Kingu, a young genin who had much potential and promise to show. Takashi would look around for a moment before noticing the doors of the dojo still open, “Guess todays training is in the dojo.” He said shrugging still a bit asleep with his senses kept on medium which would be enough to sense any other genins chakra presence.



Junko paused a bit flaring his nostrils as he took in the surrounding air, it was quite obvious that there was someone of the same clan as him. In turn he would’ve stood with an aggravated expression. He merely thought to himself as he saw this young man step within his family's dojo ‘Nothing like some youngin to ruin my afternoon’ He sighed a bit a soft plume of air escaping his lips. This young man in his search of chakra would’ve fallen short Junko’s masked to the point of being non existent and with that he would’ve taken a stretch. He was hoping this young man would make the first move and that being the case he would’ve taken an offset boxing stance to merely signify he was quite ready for whatever was to follow.



Still yawning as he entered the dojo Takashi noticed a strange man standing in the distance away from himself, “Uh…” He said out loud as his right hand scratched the back of his head, “You seen my uncle or cousin? I was supposed to meet them for training here, I might have missed them though…” He chuckled a bit before continuing, “I was kinda sleep outside against the cherry tree.” Takashi showed no remorse even though he had taken up the Raikage and Leader of the intelligence forces time and might have missed them along with wasted their time in which the two could’ve been using to protect and or better the village. Takashi now noticing the man taking a boxing stance as if ready to fight him, this confused Takashi but none the less he would prepare himself slightly as he gained a slight aura about him, this aura was shifted from his laziness to a somewhat ferocious but calm one. His right hand still on the back of his head while his left hand made a single hand seal and a thin almost invisible piece of iron wire slipped from his gauntlet and began to slither along the ground towards the man before him who had taken a threatening pose towards Takashi.



Junko merely sighed a bit as this young man had been taking his sweet time and with that a spark of impatience grew. This runt related to Ikkaku? A laugh at best in the eyes of Junko and with that he through a single left hook his hand snapping through the air with no hesitation. This resulting in a subsequent “Bang” a burst of wind hurling through the air. Had this young man not been paying attention and still trying to slither this contrasting wire across the ground he would be swept off of his feet and with that Junko would’ve begun about his way. Had the burst of wind swept him off of his feet Junko would begun his onslaught. The moment he left the earth his body would’ve been met with a crippling knee to the torso given a burst of speed from his own wind nature. In doing this the young man would be sent into the air even further. This resulting in a follow up series of rotating kicks aiming to send him even further into the air. The moment this young man would’ve reached his peak Junko would’ve wrapped his arms and legs around his surely inverted torso and driven his physique into the ground head first. Had this all been successful he would’ve found himself with more than just a headache or a concussion. His skull would’ve cracked like an egg brain matter spilling out onto the floor with little resistance.



<span style="font-size:14.666666666666666px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">As the man thrusted his forward while Takashi’s wire was inching towards him Takashi would cut the wire just in time for the current of wind to launch him into the air. As he was launched into the air the minute his feet started to come off the ground he would have made a quick set of two hand seals as almost within a couple of seconds the wires hidden in his gauntlets would form around his body under his kimono. This iron armor that formed around him would create a strong defense against the oncoming knee to the torso. At the moment the knee would collide with his armored torso Takashi would catch the man’s leg coughing a bit as he felt the force of the knee, however; once he grabbed the man’s leg he would spin his body to the side a bit tossing the man towards the ground. If the man did not slow his fall he would create a small crater in the ground and it would be enough force to break few bones of most shinobi and when the man collided Takashi would have been following him only a foot behind him with a fist made of iron crashing down against the man’s abdomen with a massive amount of force to cause the man to vomit up blood along with break the lower portion of the man’s rib cage. If the man had slowed his fall or found a way to brace for the impact, Takashi would enhance his speed for the descending punch towards Junko’s abdomen by using wind release to launch himself forward at triple the speed.

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:14.666666666666666px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Junko would’ve still been smiling and within his subconscious one would see a shadowed version of himself outlined in white. This figure would’ve simply shouted “Bweeeeeei!” and with that Junko actual physique would’ve become an after image but it was indeed quite solid. Through the help of an enhanced body flicker his body already having its running start and with that the knee that struck this young man’s physique when he left the ground still would’ve sent him further into the air. The grab he would’ve tried to perform proved to be a failure phasing through the now blurry image of Junko. In turn the moment he found himself turning with the grab he proved to be in position for what Junko had in store. Junko’s physique still a blur in the wake of his body flicker this young man would find himself met by three other copies of Junko each delivering a spiked kick of their own each backed by a burst of wind. Had this been successful this young man would find his body propelled even higher and with that Junko would’ve been there to meet him as he reached the peak of his ascension. Now what should have followed was this young man’s descent and through the help of Junko’s martial prowess. This led to Junko using a technique he simply referred to as Long arm of the Law something he coupled with his variation of the Ju-yo style. It would’ve been as if Junko tapped into the eight gates or something of a similar variety as his speed had become near unmeasurable upon the use of this technique. Had the young man that was on his descent been incapable of defending against such a technique he would find Junko’s fist plunging into his body at center mass. The technique propelled forward by the use of his wind release and further enhanced by his lightning release to allow for its stopping power. Had this young man found a way to suspend himself in the air with the help of his already exposed prowess with wires he’d find Junko continuing with his motion his hand forged like that of a tiger's claw reminiscent of an animal based martial arts style. Junko’s hand would’ve been plunged so far into this young man’s chest that his forearm would’ve been sticking out the other side. However that wouldn’t stop Junko from pulling his arm back through his opponents chest. An onlooker would find each ventricle still pumping for a moment. In the wake of all of this the young man that found himself without such a vital organ would be left stunned his eyes falling pale within a moments notice. Had he reached up to clutch the cavity he would find nothing there but his blood soaked kimono. If we take the time to play it all back frame by frame, Takashi formed armor forged of those wires he held so dear. In reality the composition would’ve allowed Junko’s Lightning release to make it brittle like that of a flakey rock. It would’ve broken away on impact giving way to that childish flesh that rested beneath. In real time however this all would’ve appeared as a single swift blow and in turn Junko would’ve appeared upon the ground simply waiting for this young man’s body to collide with the earth. His arms would’ve been crossed about his chest with that same simple smile about his face while awaiting his father's approval.

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