Board Thread:Konoha Logs/@comment-25955740-20160426171439

To the highest, each word to where she said it held itself in a form of sadness—Shakey in voice and heart, the disownage of her own father caused a change and she believed it wouldn’t have mattered. To where her hand dropped, there was false smile held blessedly over her pale pink lips as her head tilted—“His name is Masayoshi—He is a bit havier than your last blade, however it’s due to the fact there is two layers of blading, where the first is broken, the true black steel underneath will show with a finer edge. When the first layer breaks, the second layer will be unharmed unless they somehow break both—The crystal-like orbs within the black steel, with good training should be able to collect-some type of techinques within these orbs. The wooden handle has the ability to stop your hand from getting shocked awhile with collecting both blood and sweat—Stopping your hand from slipping. Also. As an add-on feature, the scabbard is has an inner-lining of black steel.” To the words that flowed from her mouth, her right hand was placed behind her head; rubbing ever-so softly as if she felt both nervous and depressive—To where Keldran held the weapon, she didn’t wait for his opinion because she was second-guessing herself and she was concerned it was going to jugde it with foul-words.. But.. He wasn’t like her father.. So.. Why..? “Let’s test it, huh?!” she said with a huge smile, her hands clapping together as she added these words to stop anything he possibly wanted to say—Thank you to even a rude comment, she felt so many ways.. She couldn’t show that; she just smiled even more.. She had called him within the open field, yards over yards of clearing—Standing on solid ground, fifty yard radius; the ground below was three inch grass freshly cut. Located to the right of Kinshi, the left of Keldran, the sun was in the sky awhile the sun’s ray was masked by the clouds within the sky; the day held itself gloomy and dreary, as if it mirrored the emotions of Kinshi herself. Nearby about fifty-five yards away was a stream of water held to a river. Beyond that was a forest, to behind Keldran was a path held to dirt that lead back to the village, a place where Kinshi did not come from—Stepping backwards, she gave ten feet of distance between the two. Slipping her hand into her pouch, she grabbed a kunai—Standing straight, her posture was perfect and her aqualit eyes stared to Keldran. To where the breeze blowed slowly, the bangs that cupped around her face danced as her lips parted. “Ready when you are”

Keruberosu: |KF| -Stand directly across from her Keldran would look at Kinshi the first time they’ve been around each other since he returned to the village. Yes the display during the festival happened but he really didn’t count that since Kinshi is far different person when not thrusted into a crowd and he knew this first hand. As she tried to speak the now taller than her Keldran would place his right hand onto her shoulder with a warm smile. “Masayoshi is an awesome name I’ll make sure to do it and you justice in combat. Let’s hope Ded doesn’t shatter this one to eh?” Ending it with a joke and reassuring smile she knew Ikeru strike a heart chord it was painted all over her face. But Keldran wasn’t the type to let his friends give up on their selves. “I believed in you when I left and still before you today I believed in you. Sometimes life’s hardest battles are within yourself. But I’m here now; no need to fret you won’t face things alone.” Gripping the sword as he took a few steps back to create the distance amount [That was mentioned in your post.] He unsheathed the blade and held it to the sky looking at the mixture of metals and the black steel covering all along the ridge even with the distinct katana marks going on the edged side of the blade. He would begin to swing it in his hand in a circular motion before taking a large downward swipe and quickly bringing it back up. “Hmmm” He said somewhat out loud as he continued to test the blade. Surely does have more weight to it than before but it’s a good addition of weight. Now pointing the sword forward as he held it his eyes would eye down the back curve looking for any sort of imperfections and with that he would then slam it into the ground and place his elbow on the nice wooden hilt before speaking to her. “Looks almost too good to be true, this blade is better crafted then my claymore and that’s saying a lot. Surely had to be my father or someone else. Either way I’m pretty damn impressed.” Silence loomed now he thought about testing it already and that’s when Kinshi mentioned it and he smirked as she pulled out a kunai. “I was hoping you’d say that.” Gripping hilt and easily pulling it out of the ground he would hold it in his right hand and he began to clear the distance gap by simply walking. Once he hit the 5ft mark he would quickly jolt the right side of his body forward and with it send a horizontal slash heading directly for her drawn kunai. “Give it all you got, Comrade.”- |KF|

Quiet, slient and held to a smile held false—The sparkling sea held aqua started to glow ever so dimly as they peered upon Keldran’s movement; each motion not just the noticeable but the unnoticeable, such as the minor expressions and motions of the body, even the breathing. She didn’t get the honor of using Masayoshi, but she knew or hoped it was strong as Godric believed—He believed in her and the blade. Upon the first motion of Keldran, Kinshi thought about it for a moment—Implusive, she thought. Stepping to the left by three-four inches, her left hand rose to clash with the blade, not locking. To no doubt that a spark flew, her voice spoke within the same instance. “Flourishing goodness” She said—What the name meant, the name she gave it based on Keldran’s personality and along with their friendship being defined. Upon the moment the blades clashed, she kept the blade in a way to where the kunai would not force towards her—Using the means of her phyiscal strength to keep it in place, not to overpower him, just to keep it in from motioning close to her side or body. Within the same instance, her body motioned forward in a ten-inch step, as her right hand balled up into a fist awhile dragging the kunai along the katana’s fine edge, she wondered what would break first.. She hoped the kunai... Despite how bad that would be for her—The way her kunai was held was in reverse, to where the fine point was nearest to the pinky and the thumb was held through the loop of the kunai, to keep a better hold; the angle was held to where it’d be harder to move the blade upward and somehow cut her fingers, but easier to motion downward which could bit her in the ass later. Almost within the same instance of her stepping forward, she’d motion up the strength from her hip to his center to andomen, if not a few inches higher—The strength she used was enough to make him feel it, but not enough to break anything, leave a nasty buise to possibly even making him cough something up or daze him abit; the speed she used was her standard, which could appear like teleportation to a genin, body-flicker to a chunin, but to a seaoned jounin or rather Keldran, it’ll be a solid-fluent movement that seemed to match evenly with his raw speed, but possibly not his reaction speed..? She didn’t want to really to harm him, but he should be able to take this type of hit... Right? He wasn’t as feeble as everyone else’s students after all.

Keruberosu: |KF| -Keldran would notice her slight movement to the left it seemed she hadn’t gotten any faster since they last met or at least this is what he assumed. But in Keldran’s case it was the opposite he had gotten much stronger since the last time they met even though his situation seemed somewhat bleak Keldran always kept things in mind. What he fighting style was considered impulsive, brash, foolhardy and such only a true master of closer quarters or even the samurai could see the brilliance and over aggressiveness and simplistic movements to close gaps. So once the blades had clash using his unorthodox fighting style he simply exchanged sword hands during the clash which would drag the blade through the kunai and split it in half and since he had initially struck the kunai with his right and now the blade was in his left it’d be that much easier to dodge the incoming hit from her right into his stomach so this is when he acted. His right side of his body already being jolted forward he would lift the blade somewhat higher as to avoid striking or cutting Kinshi intentionally and he then spun on his right pivot foot allowing his entire body from the right to make a insanely quick 360 turn that would leave Keldran directly in the left side of her vision and while doing all this movement the sword has angled itself diagonally until once at the ending of his motion it returned to its diagonal stature right against her neck If this worked the following would occur. Keldran would stand up directly taking normal posture again and then he spoke.” Checkmate” He’d then take the blade from her neck area and slung it loosely off his shoulder letting the spine of the blade be atop his shirt as to not cut himself. “Hmm you weren’t lying when you said taijutsu isn’t your forte.” He would smile and laugh just abit before turning and walking about 30 ft before once again turning around to look at her. “Round 2 or?” Keldran would remove the leather strap around him that held his double edged claymore and he tossed it to her. “Use this, the sword needs a true test not a flimsy kunai.” - |KF|

Ceasing all bodily movement—Pausing as swiftly as she saw it. She couldn’t tell to be ashamed of herself farther or just proud of Keldran’s progress—“Ah. Fuck.” The only words she could say to filter out how disappointing she was and how she felt. She expected failure, of course, she just didn’t expect to be that horrible.. Maybe.. She really was that much a disgrace and disappointment.. Maybe it was better if she wasn’t apart of the clan—For a moment, the corners of her lips curled in a frown as her eyes narrowed as if she was about to cry, but she simply concealed it. As the blade was motioned the away, he simply judged her, but not in a harsh way, but a playful one—To his words, she simply looked back up to him and shook her head to remove this gloomy feeling, attempting a friendly smile and a soft laugh, which almost seemed real. She remembered something for a moment, she had the best team, the best squad that could literally rip anyone within the village apart, she was apart of their lives and was making a difference when noone else would—She wasn’t a disgrace, even if she did something her father or noone else would approve due to their mindsets, she stood up for what she believed and here she was, even being disowned, she had one of her best friends, Keldran. Lifting her right hand, she rubbed the back of her neck as her smile became a huge grin with her eyes closing—It was like there was a proud beam glowing from her body as she spoke in a really happy told. “Haha. Yeah. If a punch or a kick can’t fit it, I shouldn’t fuck with it, y’know.” Her voice held quite cheerful, like she broke from her depression for a moment, like something lifted as she found this small realization—Keldran was still her fringed and he believed in her, Ded Lee had been a support for her this whole time and also believed in her, when she was lost he even held her hand through it and lil’B may have lost his path, but he was still the loveable ‘princess’ she remembered picking up so easily, even though he was stronger than her as well. This happiness was limited, it was also rare and barely did she ever show it, as soon as these words were exchanged, her hand dropped as she looked to Keldran motioning away a bit more awhile asking for another round—“Of course.” She said, upon these words she noticed him doing something.. Removing his own Claymore, he simply tossed it to her with a haste. “Whoa.. Really?” She whispered awhile her face almost seemed shocked and also in disbelief—Stepping forward, her left hand extended to grab the claymore one-handedly, she was strong enough to do that. As she graced the weapon in a grab, she didn’t jerk forward or anything, but she felt the amount of weight inside the claymore—“Oh holy Tobirama... This wasn’t one of the requirements to pass the academy.” She said in shock awhile with saying she was almost to inexperienced to hold such a weapon and use it. Held by the handle, she lifted the blade to the sky over her head as she looked upward to it—As the blade was rose to the sky, it seemed the clouds parted for a moment and shined upon the blade and the face of Kinshi, as she held the face of an impressed child as her eyes scanned over the blade. Much like a child, it appeared Kinshi had took this moment and got quite distracted for a few seconds as her mouth opened to release a set of words. “I feel ashamed of giving you a simply weapon like Masayoshi now.. Also. You are as strong as I assumed. After talking to your father.. And having him help me with understanding Smithing along with moving alot of metals. I assumed you almost as strong as me.”. It wasn’t that heavy to Kinshi, it seemed like the weight of a katana due to the fact of her easily she moved with it—Slowly lowing the blade with her arm still extended, until it lined up center and paralleled to the ground, awhile the tip of the blade  pointing towards Keldran. “Uhh.. Ready when you.. are..?”

Keruberosu: |KF| -Still standing in a loose stance he would listen to her say “Of course.” He would smile and then finally placed his stance now into that of a samurai’s. Taking a two handed grip of his katana one hand up higher near the top of the guard and his other hand near the bottom close to the pommel of the blade. Now putting his right foot just a few inches ahead of his left he stood. Taking a deep breath as his eyes would narrow into a more calm but serious tone. Now speaking out to her. “You said you wanted to test out the sword. So let’s see what my metal can do against your own shall we?” He stood in wait but then she continued to speak and he listened to her intently and could only laugh somewhat before finally speaking. “Woman you and your ashamed and low confidence stuff. Years could go by and you still won’t shake the stigma. You are a wonderful shinobi as well as a person. Don’t ever lose sight of that, because one day your person will be put up to the test against another to the death. Will you lose? I know for damn sure I won’t. “Silence loomed from Keldran for some time and then she began to mention of his father and his strength and he promptly replied once she finished. “My full strength hasn’t even been fully reached nor has my current been revealed yet. All I know is right in this moment I didn’t even get a semi warm up. Show me some of that strength you hide Yurara.” The air would grow somewhat thick with competitive tension but he wanted to get her blood going and hope she would be the one to give him the feeling of overcoming odds once again. That mission may have nearly cost him his life but he had never felt so alive in retrospect since then. Standing as she spoke he would speak out to her one last time. “Come, see how strong I’ve become and that I’ve learned. This whole babying people you care about will only get them killed. I want to get stronger and so do you. SO ACT LIKE IT!”- |KF|

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Dropping her head downward as the blade’s tip lowed to the ground, lightly embedding itself into the dirt—She wasn’t expecting that backhand for a moment, he came at her flaws and it was kinda humorous. “... Surely I...” She paused, it was about to be an excuse.. She wasn’t going to have it. To accept or to disagree; his words were truth and, was she not a fool—Curling over her lips, she simply smiled; lifting her head. As this smile formed so purely along her lips, she was going to give him what he asked, what he requested—She only thought about it for a second, she had became nothing.. There was no expectations, she was no a Senju.. She was merely Yurara; the mask had been destroyed by her own father whom made it, she had nothing to really lose, now did she? Glowing off her skin, the familiar glow of white danced off her flesh as the strings started to dance as they grew—Her chakra motioning wildly it soon consumed the claymore she held, drawing to her skin and even the blade, it appeared she and the blade was either sweating or water droplets were being summoned to each; in actuality, she was doing something completely different. To where her chakra flowed and revealed itself, she planning to use a B-rank technique called ‘Light Weight Rock Technique’—Making both herself and the weapon lighter, not to where the breeze could simply knock them over, however she wasn’t going to use it just yet. As she drug her fingers of her face, to her bangs, she lifted the hairs awhile her lips motioned—To where these hairs were pushed, her already soaked hair acted like a gel and kept it out of her face. “I don’t only want to get stronger—However. I will show you, not only what I learned your dismissal, but I lost. ” She said without a fading smile, as her dropped over to cup around the other hand holding the handle of the claymore—She could do this, just believe. Motioning the blade of to her left side, to where the blade would drag behind her without being drug into the ground, she found herself thinking of an idea—Or a common way to use this weapon, she wasn’t good in Kenjutus, but it was time to learn “I’m naming your claymore Murayoshi, get ready to lose Masayoshi! Ready!?” She said in confidence—Changing not only in mood, she had to change in spirit, forcing it; her aqua lit eyes turned to a lighter blue, a bright turquoise. At the very moment, he was to say something, to agree, she wasn’t going to let him make the first move this time—It was her turn. To the him being ready, she’d take off with her right foot, dashing into a fast pace, as fast as she could, awhile channeling the water to the bottom of her feet, it wasn’t her style, she didn’t know what she was doing.. But this.. This feeling she felt as she took off without even a plan or atleast any idea of what she was doing—To not care about outcome, this felt awesome.. Not being the fact the blade in her hand is almost as big as her; foolish or not, she could have a bit of fun with trial and error. If he dashed at her as well, it didn’t matter.. To where she reached about ten feet of distance of him, she’d come to a haste-halt, to where she summoned the water to her feet, she smoothly slide across the fleshy cut grass, within the last six feet, she’d pivot on her right foot and turn to the right as her hands swung the blade with the 90 degree turn of her body to the right; even using it as a ways to make her stick to the ground without motioning forward anymore than she desired. Cutting horizontally at his abdomen; with all her strength and might, the wind around the blade motioned as if the blade itself was a jet’s wing—However, there was distance for a reason and she didn’t expect her arms, plus the length of the blade to reach and she didn’t expect him to stand there either.. Maybe she didn’t quite think of the outcome of what could happen if it hit along with her ‘true plan’. To where the blade would move, she summoned water to the blade for a reason and cut with such speed, force and strength for a reason. Curling around the blade due to her chakra flow, she summoned water—A wave of water with enough force to cut down three feet of something in it’s way, it would curve like a crecent moon as it reached out with seemingly ‘intent’ to kill. In actuality, this wave of water that extended three feet past the blade was actually just a simply wave of water that would just bush against him it hit him—She didn’t not enforce such an ideal techinque she never used before, even if she was good at chakra flow, as that was killing intent in a spar. To where her body would turn 90 degree, she her eyes did stay on him.

Keruberosu: |KF| -He would notice her body changing and it was beginning to excitement him to no end. He could feel the chakra beginning to swell off her intensely even though he wasn’t a sensory it was just a testament to her raw power that she hardly shows anyone. “THEN PROVE IT! COME ON!” At this point in his disposition Keldran was basically foaming at the mouth for this fight to go on. A dog with his tail wagging with undying excitement. “Sounds good to me, make sure not to fall too far in love with it.” Closing his eyes as she spoke his emerald chakra would begin to flare off him and began to swell within his core. It coated his entire body and it began to take form in a shroud of a bull it’s entire face, tail behind him and the wide body surrounding all of Keldran. It’s horns would be directly at the edge of his sword Masayoshi. “ITTORYU: TOGYU!” The jutsu which was made and nearly perfect by Keldran using the theory of the bull when they fight and lock horns he uses his chakra to make his weapon clashes/locks more powerful enough to the point where he could crush down and overwhelm a stronger opponent or even disarm/break a far weaker weapon. But at this point she had began to run and the muscles underneath his shirt began to bulge outwards and the tearing of fabric could be heard but he was struggling so hard and forcing so much chakra from his core. “Hggggnnn” A beast like sound is all that muttered from him his jutsu of the bull still keep visibility and form as she began to take off. Now coating his sword in a thick layer of his own emerald chakra even though it looked fairly non combative or dangerous it in fact was. Samurai saber technique could be compared to flying swallow but it was far more dangerous in the hands of a trained and experienced Kenjutsu user like Keldran. It would razor outwards almost like a secondary Masayoshi just made of chakra adding 4 inches of overall width enough to compete with his claymore. Now she was fast approaching and this was his chance and the moment he waited for. Once she had gotten to around the 10 ft distance mark from Keldran he took of blazing forward his first initial step crushing the ground beneath his feet. Keldran had his sword double gripped while doing said charged and now to meet his own swords together in a immense clash he did a upwards slash. The intensity in his eyes as the scene nearly turned into slow motion inches before the blades clashed with one another and then suddenly a bright light would take up all the vision. “RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH” Masayoshi and Murayoshi clashing with both shinobi using their full power caused an explosion strong enough to blow down the entire forest that surrounded training field 2 on all sides and still send concussive force all the way to the back side of Konoha destroying land, hills, and even some buildings along the way. Around the two once the massive explosion of energy cleared was a somewhat bleeding Keldran his shirt completely torn off by the concussive force of the blast but he was forcing himself into the claymore and trying to overpower her with his jutsu. The veins in all his muscles being popped out against the skin with a smile he spit some of the blood out of his mouth. “Now this is what im talking about. HARDER!” He pushed with more force and attempt to pressure her into the ground as he feet were already digging into it with raw force alone. The epic clash ensued but who would prevail from this clash? - |KF|

Water like rain drops and sparks like embers—Dancing around the two, the field around them suffered the fate of two spirits clashing; a spirit held always chained, going free and a spirit wanting a true reason to break free. Blasting her sleeves in a breeze behind her, her ponytail held about three feet long danced in the wind wildly. Coursing through the blade, through her hands and her arms, to her torso.. This feeling of such an impact—“Ugh..” the sound escaped through her lips, it almost sounded like some type of pain from impact, as her feet kept themselves planted into the ground that found itself breaking below, it was like quicksand, but just a ground unable to support through strength in full force. She was stronger, it was true, but he was hella more experienced than her and their blades were locked; Masayoshi and Murayoshi—Dripping through her black gloves, there was crimson droplets dancing off her elbows and the hilt of the claymore.. She was gripping way too hard and the impact got her. Staring to Keldran with a smirk held over her lips, despite the danger and damage that could cause, it was fun, it felt amazing.. The idea of finally just not caring and being able to do whatever she wanted—To be a fool.. It’s great. To where he made a comment, she found herself making a devilish smirt as she spoke to him in an egoistic tone, which was her just picking at him in a friendly manner. “D’aw. You aren’t that hurt, are you? It’ll be a shame if you can’t live up to my strength, ya?” She said, despite her tone and teasing nature, she was concerned—Taking not even the second to truly think deeply, she hated the thought of thinking about him, but what did she learn from her father, to the moment she felt an rival against her strength, she remembered something—Stance and chakra reinforcement, but she remembered something better.. Just be creative.. Even if it fails. To where these words fully slipped out of her mouth, she removed one hand from the handle, using the left draping sleeve of her dress, wrapped it around using the right hand; she was physically strong enough to give her this second—It was soaked and she had an idea; she did it as fact as possible. Simultaneously, she had chakra channeling to her feet, into the ground as she spoke and tied this drape, causing the ground be the two of them to shake and as the shake began, it was almost in the same instance—She didn’t need a handseal, but it was a bit harder to call worth, and it would be less controlled. Calling both plants and wood, below Yurara and Keldran’s feet a wooden plate form held three feet thick held to a cube shape, ten by ten feet would lift them upward about an inch or two—She didn’t feel like taking an earth dip together. Coursing through her body, she didn’t like the idea she was about to do, but she’d manage it somehow on a foolish level—With her body angled to the right, with her left side angled torso him, she could reverse spin, right? She had more range then here, she could do this—Using the ideal base of body flicker, she humored herself a bit. Dispelling around her in a cloud of a thousand cherry blossom petals, she pivoted on her right foot awhile using the platform of her left foot, using the extra speed along with her max speed—Grinding Murayoshi along Masayoshi, it sounded like static for a milisecond, unlocking the two blades. Finishing her cricle, she spun around with faster speed, more momentum and thus more strength; within this spin, she also motioned away from him a bit backwards. Cutting through the petals around her body, the speed she moved dispelled them around her as if it was a dancing breeze of petals—Committing another horizontal slash towards his abdomen, however, due to her spin going more backwards, it very tip of Murayoshi would cut into the flesh of his abdomen in a non-lethal manner, but enough for a check right.. Unless he was to motion forward, but she placed all her speed and more into this spin.

Keruberosu: |KF| -Keldran could hear the sound of pain escape from her lips and with his blood filled mouth he would spit it to the side. His body had sustained some heavy internal bruising from the main clash that just happened. Keldran would notice her grip on the sword and he could only smirk if she took too many head on clashes like this her grip would surely wain or her wrist would surely snap from the pressure. As for Keldran his hands and arms were relatively unaffected for the most part it was just his chest and stomach area that took the blast head on. Kinshi was completely different she wasn’t holding back anymore and it was great Keldran hasn’t felt this excited since that mission such a long time ago and he wanted to continue it. “Talking about hurt but you couldn’t even hold it in. Talk is cheap, keep coming sloppy grip.” Keldran would feel the shaking of the earth coming from directly below his feet and it would cause him to look down for just a second and then as soon as he looked it was already in motion a 10x10 arena forming around the two fighters the floor up going up about a single inch why this even mattered it really had no idea. Within the next second of staring down his onyx hues would turn back to look at Kinshi. “I’m not stopping until you give me all 100, you drew blood. Consider this the challenge for your rite.” Now swapping the blade into his right hand feeling Murayoshi sleeting off it with intense sparks. But since she would go for a double handed grip now a ton of cherry blossom petals began to swirl and encircle her. Keldran had a remembrance of this from the first time they nearly clashed in a life or death scenario. So he was already aware he would need to take a few steps back on said platform enough to be out of the immediate attack range meaning she’d need an extra 3 or so seconds to land an attack. Just like that all the blossom would suddenly disappear and a rampaging Kinshi would once again appear coming towards him swinging the sword in a large circle circumference coming directly towards him. How could she leave herself so open he thought but then again she was a novice with blades and was simply just being blindly aggressive just like he once was. It was almost somewhat nostalgic but it was time to let her know he was business. Using his positioning and the overall width of the sword he would simply leap somewhat slightly forward and into the air he would use Murayoshi as a stepping stone of sorts as his left fist would’ve been cocked all the way back and he threw it forward directly aiming to crash into her face. If it landed would send her flying off the small platform and crashing into the ground below creating a small dent and possibly making her bleed. After doing so if the initial move landed once she crashed he would follow up with a leg drop aiming to strike the female as she was down directly into her stomach. Causing a lot of damage and bruising to her if it would also land. “FIGHT ME.” The chakra continuing to flare off him like mad only is getting more intense as the fight drug on. Sword still in right hand.- |KF|

Motion and speed of time slowing down. A monochrome memory found itself revealing itself within her mind, a moment found so long ago—That person with the orange eyes and green hair, lips held with stains of blood.. Yet.. She couldn’t recall. That memory to where the blossoms danced, to where the words were exchanged—But no... She remembered her saying something like that.. “Challenge for your rite.”.. That green haired person, she fought that day. To where the world changed around her and locked her within that memoy, the world held to a field with tall grass with petals of thousands of flowers dancing around her—Replacing Keldran, was this familiar person. “You..?” A moment of thought, she couldn’t find herself render a counter, a plan.. A way to block—Trapped within this thought of damned, the action before her eyes and the world around her slowed. Such a memory, a time Kinshi wanted to forget, but a moment that meant the most to Yurara; a flashback of truth, a truth before her father’s influence. Shattering like glass, the world within this memory and the world around Yurara shattered into thousands and thousands of pieces as she was forced out of this flashback—Full on and direct, the fist of a determined Keldran impacted with a force against the upper-left of her cheek near her nose, a few inches above her mouth; a punch that could knock a person into a flashback or a daze, launched Kinshi backwards. Trailing off her lip, the inner of her mouth, the wall of her cheek squeezed against her teeth causing both an indent in the gums of her cheek but also causing her to bit down abit on her inner-cheek removing the surface-flesh of her gums—Trailing off her lips as her lips was droplets of blood, as her mouth slowly started to fill. It was a heavy hit, despite even Yurara’s strength and endurance it wouldn’t make her have stronger skin or harder organs and tissue—Even though the pain nulled down, it hurt a bit and it was a noticeable hurt, that slowly was going to fade. Upon the impact, this draw blood from her and even caused a red mark to appear over the strike on her face, as her body launched, her lips parted as soft words escaped with the blood—Two words that defined the actions that caused her disownage, to where her father didn’t want her, which would hold in reply to his challenge to her rite. “Fuck Hokage..” She said within her launch—This is what she got, why’d she bother? Holding tight to the Claymore within her left hand, the sleeve tied to it allowed a safety—Impacting against the ground, she felt the dent be formed by the preesure, her weight and the force of the hit. ‘O.’ Was her thought upon seeing a blur that she wasn’t even talking to take the moment to think of a reaction, she just reacted. Allowing not for her body to settle, to sit in one place to recover, she found herself instantly rolling to away from the incoming foot that wanted to greet her stomach in a gud’ol’strike of pure fuck-nope—Upon her rolling over thrice, placing on back on her stomach; keeping the claymore from cutting her by keeping the flat surface against her chest as she rolled out of the way, giving a good feet of distance; like three feet. She moved with a haste, as haste to where it appeared like she thought her life was about to end if he laid that blow, due to how fast she rolled away. Placing both hands against the ground awhile pushing one knee against the ground awhile a foot planted against the ground—She stood up with a haste, to where her other foot planted firmly as her left hand pulled the draping sleeve wrapped to the handle of the claymore, motioning it back into her hand as she gripped it. She didn’t bother cleaning the blood from her mouth at this point. “Hint?” She said, asking, the only word she could say. She hated close combat, she was so bad at it.. And she was getting tossed around, no matter how she tried, even if she tried to be confident it felt like it was pointless—Though, even though she was GOD horrible at it, she was trying, even though, she didn’t understand.

Keruberosu: |KF| -Having the chakra already brimming off his body and his feet including her whole attempt with the water on his own blade wasn’t going to work in the slightest so with his arm fully cocked back he would sling it into her face with a smile as it crushed into her cheek the wind exploding behind her with the force he struck her with and she was sent flying into the ground below and left a sizeable dent but his attack wasn’t finish their immediately he charged forth and went for a leg drop which when he was about to crash down into her body she would roll away so quick almost as if she was scared for her life. His leg promptly hit the ground but he wasn’t letting up. He planted his foot into the ground and as she began place her hands into the ground this is when he pushed off both feet and charged through the bit of smoke at her once again. “COME ON, THERE HAS TO BE MORE THAN THIS YURARA! DON’T LET IKERU BE RIGHT. SHOW ME YOUR HEART THROUGH YOUR FISTS!” His sword Masayoshi in his right hand he would augment it once again with chakra but not in a samurai saber technique aspect but more of just raw chakra. Aiming a downwards diagonal slash towards her he would then smile as the slash made an arc which if she knew him well enough yet she would know what was coming and only his claymore could defend against it. “Cloud style: Crescent moon beheading!” The slash sent out a thick chakra crescent shaped slash of pressurized and compact chakra aiming to hit her body she would only have 3 seconds to react and really only one way to defend against it. While that attack launched he was setting up for his next moving ahead with his right foot forward he now began to winded up his left leg and if she was able to defend herself from it she would be met with a strong upwards kick to her jaw in the next instance easily could send her into the air just slightly and throw her off balance and even go as far as to daze her. Keldran meant business it was painted in his eyes at this point and the chakra exploding off hi s body.- |KF|

Nier: To where she found herself at her feet, to where the claymore was within her left hand held with a firm-grip, she wasn’t getting the room to breathe—That was okay, she is use to pressure and other things along those lines; even with the pain, she could focus. Pausing not even for a moment, allow not for her eyes to peer upon the events fallen before them, she didn’t bother anymore. As Keldran made his way towards Yurara, her body didn’t take the moment to rest as Keldran himself didn’t allow it; coming at her existence with full force, she reacted ‘instantly’. She dashed-stepped to the right by twenty-one inches, which is basically a foot and a little more than half of a foot, she simultaneously stepped diagonally forward and right—Moving closer to Keldran awhile adding distance between them, a distance she was going to cover by the usage of Murayoshi. In a second and possible a fragment of another, and reaction time before he met her, she had actively moved out of her former placement. Holding to her left side with an angle, Murayoshi clung getting ready to deilver a slash that she was timing—Actively looking for an opening or something that look closed to one. To where Keldran comitted his ‘Crescent moon beheading’ slash, Yurara motioned her left arm. Dropping her left hand, Murayoshi dropped atop of Masayoshi, desiring nothing more to embed it into the ground—As she did this, one of the fine edges of Murayoshi would be grinding up the blunt side of Masayoshi as Yurara stepped forward-right. Using the full strength of her left arm, she used the very end-range of Murayoshi so if it all managed to fail, she couldn’t be slashed. Upon her third step forward, which was held within the same motion as her blade aimed to drop over Masayoshi, the flat surface of the claymore aimed to knock the wind out of the torso of Keldran and equal into a ‘checkmate’. Countering in the best way she could, she choose to motion out of the way of the direct line that Keldran was coming to her, not even truly knowing it he was, as she formed the habit of naturally liking to attack from the side due to mass of the weapon. Choosing to keep the weapon clipped to her left hip to, the had stuck it out as soon as Keldran’s blade motioned downward to where Yurara was no longer held to being—Thus, she thrusted the tip of her blade in a drop-downward awhile holding it out as she forward-side stepped, aimming to knock him straight with full force in the torso, awhile stopping his blade from being lifted by grinding in a trail up it, motioning all the way down to the guard. In actuality, this cause his right arm to be cut off before embedding into his torso, however, due to using the flat surface of the claymore, it’ll just bit a speedful-strength smack that could really hurt his mucles and possibly damage a bone or something. Due to the timing and movement, it’ll possibly be really hard for him to counter due to her timing, possibly—Even if such as a failure, Yurara had more range, thus she was distances away from his katana if he somehow slashed, it would be really hard for the blade to hit her... She felt safe.

Keruberosu: |KF| -Her body would almost basically disappear from sight but he was still able to just barely see her in the edge of his vision but at this point what she did wouldn’t matter anymore. His jutsu had set his hands up to already switch on the go so using his prowess with the sword he simply swapped from the right hand to the left and within the same moment she began to drop Murayoshi he crooked Masayoshi back just enough and then extended his arm out straight and had the edge of the blade resting against the left side of her neck and all the chakra and such he had been building up would all flourish away from his body as it was followed with a quick. “Check mate.” Everything she would’ve been doing should’ve ended there seeing as if he really wanted to kill her the sword would went directly through her jugular but of course this was only a test of strength a spar between an old bond renewed. Now taking a few steps back and placing Masayoshi into its sheath he would put out both of his hands and then began to speak. “Oi give me Murayoshi back as well. Also you held your only for a surprising amount of time, I was expecting to end this quicker. Maybe it’s just a testament to how strong you got and how strong you will continue to get.” Keldran would take a second to turn his head and spit out some saliva built up along with a little bit of blood. “So this is just a taste of what my fight with Ikeru may be like eh? I like forward to it, though we both know who the winner will be right.” Looking to the sky he allowed the wind to brim off his toned body and he only smiled even with a somewhat bruised body and blood trailing from himself he still couldn’t keep a grin off his face.- |KF|

‘Oh goddamnit’... It was so hopeless, no matter how hard she tried—‘Check-make’ was the words she heard, as her body ceased all movements to be greeted by the tip of the blade to her neck. Closing her eyes for just a moment, she exhaled a sharp-breath held heavy as a sigh of her disappointment, but she did have fun and it was interesting to finally do something a bit different, even though she was terrible at it. To where Keldran stepped backwards to sheath Masayoshi, Yurara’s head dropped to look towards the ground—It appeared to no matter how hard she tried, it was a completely failure.. Her father would have been so disappointed and ashamed of her.. But why was she thinking about him? To where her father was within her mind, it was broke by Keldran’s voice asking for his Claymore back, the claymore she got to name Murayoshi along with him praising her a bit for lasting for longer tahn he expected—Lifting her hand up, she opened her eyes as her lips offered a smile. “That actually.. means alot to hear..” She said softly. Taking her right hand, she unwrapped her draping sleeve and placed her right hand under the flat surface of Murayoshi as her left hand was placed under the handle—Offering Murayoshi back to Keldran with a soft smile. As he took the blade, her right hand cleaned the blood from her mouth as her head turned to look downward as she spat out the blood that collected within her mouth. “Ikeru.. Is.. Really good in Taijutsu and Kenjutsu.. I was suppose to actually get someone to train me in Kenjutsu, but things kinda happened—But, now I actually got to see how it works. So thank you for that.” She said in a cheerful tone, despite feeling like a complete loser—Actually, when she thought about it, she found herself feeling a bit proud of herself.. Not actually a failure.. Because she actually tried her hardest.. “At your current state, you will lose without a chance—However, I do know with time.. And age. You will be able to stand a chance. I’m sure of that.” She said in confidence. Waving her right hand infront of her face, a gesture to change the topic completely. “Anywho. You should get back to the village before I grant you more disgrace. Haha.” She said. 