Board Thread:Konoha Logs/@comment-25866598-20160522233306

Stevieskies:A lazy Sunday indeed, Jomei had spent the start of it at home, relaxing. It wasn’t until noonish that he decided to get ready and perhaps do some training. He went from his kitchen up to his room and gathered his normal attire. First he’d slide up his baggy grayscale pants, and tie his gray bandages around his thighs. Next he would grab his black side zip vest and put in on over his bare chest. After that, he would pull his white leather gloves through his fingers and make sure it fit snug all the way up to his elbow. After that, Jomei would slide on his open toed boots and tie both his headband and kunai pouches around the respective areas. His fluffy brown hair bounced with each step as he left the house, saying goodbye to his parents first. Before he left though, his father stopped him, offering him a small scroll that would teach him a ninjutsu to add to his arsenal. He explained that a good shinobi must be balanced, so it is important for Jomei not only to keep improving upon his genjutsu, but be able to hold his own in ninjutsu and taijutsu. Jomei would nod, and smile as his father patted his head, sending his son off to go train

Junko had been taking his daily run merely to stay in shape and in time he’d make his round of the training grounds. His toned physique glistening with sweat as time went on. In passing had one been paying closer attention they could see each droplet falling from his skin with each trot. Soon he came to a stop jogging in place briefly before pausing altogether, his eyes having caught wind of a youngman amongst the training grounds. He simply called out to him with a bit of excitement “Oh hey, heeeeey…. I don’t suppose you’d be interested in a partner.” His demeanor a bit jittery merely excited for whatever was to follow. Had this youngman been paying attention to his physique he 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.

Stevieskies:Jomei sat in the middle of the training grounds reading the scroll his father had gave him. He was just about to begin trials of it, but his ears caught tone of a male voice. He turned his head to see who it was, and it turned out to be a very toned teen, one who appeared much older than he was. He was much taller than Jomei was, and dressed in clothing that gave him a tougher appearance. “Ah..h-hey.” Jomei said a few seconds after turning to the teen. He’d spring up and face him, scroll held in his left hand. “You’re welcome to join! I was just going to work on some scroll training though, nothing too interesting he-he..” Jomei said a bit awkwardly. He wasn’t too good at socializing with others, and didn’t know exactly what to say to the man.

Junko became even more excited than before “Oh awesome, awesome, awesome!” His subsequent happiness was overflowing from his body. Junko had taken up an offset boxing stance and with that Junko’s left arm would’ve snapped through the air throwing a left hook. This resulted in the subsequent “Bang” a ravaging burst of wind would’ve escaped its point of origin and had he been incapable of escaping the burst he’d find himself swept off his feet and sent into the air. This would’ve allowed the reasonably small gap between the two to be closed with ease Junko’s body conditioned for such high speeds would allow for such without hesitation.

Stevieskies:An awkward sweatdrop would appear on his forehead as the guy cheered. Although this didn’t last all that long as Jomei was soon met with a burst of wind that sent him airborne and flying towards a tree behind him. Luckily, he was able to gather himself to catch a tree branch and perk himself on it. “Oh, you want to spar? Sure..” He said slightly awkward. Jomei wasn’t too good at combat, so this would certainly be an interesting experience. From what he could gather so far, this man seemed to be a good taijutsu fighter, as he was very toned and athletic looking, and was able to knock Jomei into the air with just a punch of the air. Quickly, the Kurama would tuck away his scroll into his kunai pouch and take out a shuriken from each pouch, holding one in each hand. He would cross his arms and let them soar through the air towards his sparring partner. The one in his left hand would be on course to hit him in the right bicep, while the other was heading for his left shoulder. If they hit, they would dig into the skin and certainly cause some pain and discomfort.

“Oh, big thinker here.” Junko was still on the move whilst speaking. The moment this young man found himself removing a shuriken from his pouch and releasing it in his direction this would’ve prompted a flying roundhouse kick. Junko’s body would’ve gone into the air with another burst of wind to follow the kick. This resulted in his leg snapping through the air and a burst of wind chopping the shuriken from the air before they could even reach their mark. However this wasn’t the only thing the gust of wind did in its arrival but it continued upon its path aiming to knock this young man from his perch. If he was unable to stop his descent he would find himself barrelling towards the earth only to be met by Junko’s shoulder.

Stevieskies:Jomei wasn’t all too surprised to see a powerful roundhouse kick counter his shuriken, sending them flat to the ground while a blast of wind still came towards him. Jomei would swing down from the branch, and barrel roll away. He was now twenty feet from his partner, and was ready to test how tough this guy was. “Come get some!” Jomei blurted out, weaving his hands together. “Misty Follower Jutsu!” He’d call out to the sky. Just then, ten black shadowy versions of Jomei would rise like zombies from trees and the earth. They walked with a staggered limp to the boy, and act like a shield protecting him. This genjutsu technique was in play to buy Jomei some time to try and capture him with something else. Each time these clones were hit, they would multiply, effectively doubling themselves to cause more problems for the teenage taijutsuist.

This young man that found himself barreling from the branch would’ve placed a twenty foot gap between the two but that mattered little. That gap would’ve been closed by the time he came to a stand Junko would’ve already been there to meet him. His hand cocked back and his fingers wrenched back like that of a tiger's paw. Had this young man not been able to defend himself amongst him coming to a stand. He would find Junko’s hand placed upon his face only to drive his skull into the earth with little hesitation. Junko’s speed was indeed the product of slight chakra flow using his lightning release to enhance his body's natural speed a few times over in most cases. In this instance however it was only enough to allow him to close the gap quick enough to plant his hand upon this young man’s face into the earth. In the wake of all of this had it been successful he’d find himself left with more than just a few bits of pain. His skull would’ve been rattled within his skull bouncing from wall to wall for the briefest of moments. Had he tried to come to a stand after a successful blow he’d find himself left with blurred vision. Junko would’ve merely standing to the side still filled with excitement. “Oh man, that was awesome almost like digging a well.. But with your face.”

<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;">Stevieskies: Just as he landed and turned to face his opponent, he was met with a palm to the face, shocking him quite easily. This totally ruined his plans and totally got him in deep shit. The last he remembered was his head hitting the ground. The force of his tiger palm had caused Jomei to get knocked out. He had never met someone this strong, and he certainly wouldn’t forget about this encounter, when he wakes up of course

<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 climbed atop this young man briefly slapping him in the face fairly lightly. “Hey, Heeeeeeeyyyy, You’ve gotta wake up..” This would soon follow with a few more slaps to the face and further words escaping Junko’s lips. “Oh man, I bet you felt like you went on the biggest ride of your life huh?” He chuckled to himself a bit laughing at his own jokes. “Maybe i should take him to the hospital” He’d give this young man several more ginger slaps to the face hoping he’d wake up and save Junko the trip altogether.

<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;">Stevieskies:Jomei would wake up to sound of laughter after a few slaps, and see the teen over him. "AAAAHHHHH" He would scream as loud as he could.

<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’s eyes would’ve lit up briefly hearing this young man scream at the top of his lungs before sticking his finger in his ear. In doing this he had a rather pouty look about his face before poking fun at this young man once more. “I think i’ll call you sir screechalot” He extended his hand to help this young man from the ground. Had he accepted this help Junko would set out on his way once again picking up that steady trot from before whilst pulling his hood over his head. The only thing that would’ve followed was a brief wave from junko before he slipped back into trees and made his way to the streets of konoha. <ac_metadata title="Sir Screechalot &quot;Its just a flesh wound&quot;"> </ac_metadata>