Re: Kenshin needs a spar

Sat Nov 09, 2013 10:33 pm

And more he would get, for as Kenzo landed he was not deterred by the smoke. He could still see Kenshin, a mass of chakra with limbs made of chakra. Those movements were clear to Kenzo, the throwing of a weapon, had been analyzed by Kenzo so easily, as he could see Kenshin's movements clearly. Kenzo, who had been staring wide-eyed into the smoke, rotated his body, turning outward so that the blade may pass. His eyes, the eyes of a clan once believed to be gods, scanned the blade as it passed by his chest before his head rotated to look straight ahead. What he saw was a wonder...

A blaze of blue flame (chakra) outlined by the flesh of Kenshin. Kenzo's eyes bounced from limb to limb, curiously observing the chakra within. Chakra was flowing heavily to Kenshin's eyes, and Kenzo could not see it clearly at first. It wasn't until Kenshin came closer that Kenzo had noticed it.

When did you...

This was what Kenshin meant by visual prowess... Kenshin had unlocked the Sharingan! But how? When? These were all questions that came to Kenzo's mind as Kenshin grew nearer. Suddenly, the mass of blue within Kenshin body had turned red!

"Katon?"

It was only a guess as Kenzo witnessed Kenshin's take in a breath of air; that, along with the formation of Kenshin's hands, confirmed it. Kenzo reached created a handseal of his own, with only one hand however, and the chakra within his own body became red as well as he toke in a rather large breath of air. He waited only a split-second, allowing Kenshin to expel the flames from his mouth first, and, as those flame rushed forward, Kenzo released a breath of flames of his own to clash with Kenshin's! Ah, but Kenzo would never have simply clashed without the intention of winning! Kenzo had used a single hand, not two, to form the half-tiger seal for this technique: Fire Style: Fire Stream.

His free hand had traveled backwards to reach into his pouch, acquiring one of the Kunai within. He fired that Kunai through the flames that raged on, hoping that the Kunai would not be melted. He would find that the Kunai was able to withstand the heat that would've caused 2nd degree burns on the flesh of one such as Kenshin, or Kenzo (Due to the Kunai having a higher health than the flames strength). Kenzo had noticed something, as the flames danced before him, and he hurled the Kunai forward towards his brother's chest area, though his brother's hands had been extended before his body in the form of the tiger seal. The kunai had disappeared when it met the flames, meaning that Kenzo could not see through chakra, thus, nor could Kenshin! Now, Kenzo hoped that the Kunai would pierce Kenshin's flesh, throwing of his focus so that Kenzo could turn up the heat the moment Kenshin was slipping, and engulf Kenshin in his flames. At a distance of less than one meter = three feet, it wouldn't be hard for Kenzo to simply tilt his head whichever way Kenshin moved, if Kenshin attempted to move.

Sat Nov 09, 2013 10:52 pm

Kenshin was no simpleton and would not fall for such a trick as this from his little brother. The moment he saw that Kenzo was matching his flames he stopped dead in his tracks, three meters from Kenzo he continued spitting his fire until a kunai emerged from them. The speed of the kunai was slow at best and with his hands in front of him all that needed to be done was for him to duck as fast as he could. The kunai was closing the gao to quickly and the only chance he he was to thrust both of his hands, still in the tiger seal upwards to deflect the kunai by hitting the hilt with his hands. The kunai would fly high towards the sky as he looked at the incoming wave of flames that was Kenzo's fire stream.

Having little to no time to react he would be caught within the range of the flames. His skin burned and his clothing was flaring up on his skin and caused his suffering to grow. The smell of burnt flesh slowly lingered from Kenshin's body as he crossed his arms infront of his face to avoid as much damage as possible. The bandages wrapped around his forearms were burned away within seconds, exposing even more of his body to the harsh temperatures. He had no way of escaping this horrible fate, only the chance to survive it. Bringing his right foot back he braced himself as he clenched his fists tightly and ground his teeth in pain, he did not know how much longer he could take it, and more importantly he could not take the fact a child was possibly about to defeat him.

As the wave of heat passed he would stand there, his pants and shirt were burnt to tatters the flames still lingered on the cloth. Slowly he let out a long sigh before slowly falling backwards onto the black grass surrounding him from the flames that consumed his body. He had just been defeated by a child, an eight year old boy who could not even have his hair pulled without feeling deep sorrow and unlocking his sharingan. He did not understand why or how it happened, but the fact that it did was killing him inside, he would never be able to prove to all those around him that he could be as powerful as any other shinobi in this world. He would never be able to even compete with his new little brother of this continued.

The feeling of hopelessness and weakness consumed him as he laid in the charred grass as the winds blew against his red skin that had been burnt deeply by the attack. The pain from the wind making contact was horrifying, he urged to scream out in pain but lacked the feelings to do so at this moment. He was at the lowest of his low and he did not see a way out of this other than to lay there and die. Maybe he would be able to reunite with his father? He closed his eyes, wanting death to sweep over him as fast as possible.

It seemed however that the gods had different plans for Kenshin, he would be awoken by harsh wind that smacked against his face with some force as thunder rang in the distance. Slowly his eyes lifted over, displaying his one tomoe sharingan, but something was off. Another black mass was emerging from his pupil in each eye and spinning to the top left corner of his iris. It was his second tomoe, and at this moment rain began to fall from the heavens, splashing against his face and soothing his pain slightly. He understood what had happened with what seemed like a slow motion rain, not a large amount but enough to be noticeable to him.

He grunted in pain as he slowly brought himself to a sitting position, placing his hands on the ground he would lift himself to one knee. He brought his right arm to his left shoulder and ripped at the cloth that was still hanging from his body, his burns across his body were severe and it was not likely that he would last much longer in this battle. Looking up at Kenzo he stared into his eyes with an intent to win the battle, his face twisted in pain as he reached over to the kunai he had deflected and picked it off the ground before standing up to his full height.

His body had many burn scars as of now and it made his skin a slight ash color around his chest and forearms, his veins puffed out enough to press against his skin and be visible. His muscle mass was considerable and he seemed much more intimidating as he was nearly twice the size of Kenzo. As he stared Kenzo down, he would likely notice both of the tomoe slowly spinning around his pupil. Kenshin let out a low growl before he slowly began to speak "Brother, this is where the battle of the eyes will truly begin". His voice was deep and raspy, he seemed more prepared then before to fight Kenzo and even take his life if necessary.

(Trying for 2nd tomoe sharingan)

Sun Nov 10, 2013 11:18 am

Approval no jutsu
(second tomoe approved)

Sun Nov 10, 2013 9:08 pm

To overpower such a male, such as Kenshin, was Kenzo's plan. Kenzo hadn't known exactly how he would do it, but he knew, since the start of the battle, that he would not easily be swayed towards the utterly inept option to give up. Giving up was not an option if Kenzo wanted to make his talents known. Though some of Kenzo's movements were sloppy, and others were based off of sheer instinct, those movements got the job done well. Thinking swiftly, and on the spot, had undoubtably tilted the battle heavily in the favor of the young prodigy. Kenzo could be thought to be a prodigy, or would the skills and brain power the lad had been blessed with turn out to be more exquisitely farfetched than the Parable of the Progidal Son, leaving Kenzo as little more than a lost bum, who, for one reason or another, had lost all his faith and power to a dreaded "Curse". Only time would tell, but one could tell, from the direction of the path that Kenzo wandered on now, that his journey would be a long one, filled will many, many, many, ups, down, and loops. This experience would be one of the first that forced Kenzo down his path... a rather small bout with his sibling.

The stream of flames from Kenzo's lips soon ended, and he watched with wide eyes as his his own brother, Kenshin, was set ablaze. Red, orange, yellow, and white flames danced about on his figure, and left the ground scorched and burning two meters behind Kenshin. Kenzo could do nothing, but gaze at the flames. The dominant color of the flames was white, as it usually is with all organic materials. This color was located at the base of the flames upon Kenshin's clothing. The flames from there turned yellow. Above the yellow region, the color changes to orange, which is cooler, then red, which is cooler still. Above the red region, the flames became nothing more than a rising cloud of heat and black smoke. Kenzo could smell it... The odor that Kenshin's burnt flesh left behind.

The flames began to die down since they were running out of material to burn, but Kenzo could still gaze at the smaller flames that lingered upon Kenshin's tattered clothing as Kenshin... fell. Kenshin fell! Did that mean Kenzo was the victor? Finally, Kenzo had proved himself to Kenshin... Well, he had done a little more than that.

Whether it be because of the instability of warm and cool air, due to Kenzo and Kenshin's katon; the lift; or simply luck on Kenshin's part. The first drops on rain had began to fall in Konoha. It was rare that a storm had ever found it's way to Konoha, but today those first splashes of water evaporated upon tapping the surface of the burning grass, and Kenshin's flaming body. When the first drop of water hit, Kenzo's head turned skyward to see that those black clouds, which his eyes had swiftly dismissed as smoke were actually thunderclouds. There was something else there as well; something sharp and black with a circular rear that it dared to point towards the heavens as though it had the audacity to taunt the gods above. Yes! Gravity had done it's job well, and began to pull the deflected Kunai, Kenzo's Kunai, towards the earth. The Kunai would've naturally been influenced to fall, and pierce the dirt, lodging itself in the earth, but no! A rather unnatural force impeded the kunai's journey towards the earth beside Kenshin. That force was the pull of Kenzo's hands as his finger wrapped around the gripless hilt, snatching the bladed weapon out of the air to hold it in a reverse grip. A sudden grunt from Kenshin's assumed unconcious body put Kenzo on his toes again. His eyes locked onto Kenshin's position, and Kenzo began hopping backwards, placing a distance of about five meters between himself and Kenshin's monster-like body as Kenshin rose to his seated position. It seems Kenshin had no intention of giving up either, not until his body would no longer follow the commands he gave it. Kenshin's barbecued flesh and blood stained lip gave him the apperance of something more befitting the word "dead" than a monster; something like a zombie, something dead that wouldn't stop moving (and occasionally made attempts at eating peoples brains).

What!?! He can still move!?!

Kenzo thought as the muscular "mummy" rose to it's full height. Their eyes did not meet, for Kenzo's eyes were more focused on Kenshin's roasted body. Kenzo examined the burns from a distance, noting their black color. Oh, his addiction to flames was so true that he even knew what kinds of burns they left. The black color, to Kenzo ment that those were third degree burns! Damn! The fact that Kenshin did not scream, or even show that he was in pain, confirmed Kenzo's thoughts, although only in his head; though third-degree burns were the only burns that were black in color. If that was true, then that would mean that Kenshin's nerves had been burned through, which might explain why Kenshin hadn't been screaming his fucking head off. Upon inspecting Kenshin's body, Kenzo's face shifted back to its normal position. The anomosity within his eyes was washed away, and replaced again with indifference. Kenzo felt that he had made up for the time Kenshin pulled his hair. No matter how prepared Kenshin was, Kenzo had found a reason to become complacent for the moment. Upon hearing Kenshin speak, Kenzo's sharingan faded away, and his lips parted to release a huff of air before he spoke, thought those lips were covered by Kenzo's drenched high collared shirt. Upon speaking, Kenzo noticed that he could not hear himself over the pitter patter of the unexpected raindrops, and raised his voice a bit.

"No. This is where it ends. We'll play again another day."

Kenzo stated bluntly. If Kenzo had already burned Kenshin as bad as he though he did, then he could do no more, but kill his older brother. Finally, after days of living with this male, Kenzo had introduced himself.

Sun Nov 10, 2013 11:20 pm

Kenshin was not one to be easily defeated but knew he did not have the strength left to continue fighting the pathetic child. He knew he had lost this fight, but to him that did not change the fact the boy had felt enough despair from him pulling his hair to unlock his sharingan. He lightly chuckled under his breath as his head dropped to the ground and the rain droplets splashed against the back of his hair and neck. He brought his right leg forward as he began walking towards he thrown katana, picking it up only a few meters behind where Kenzo stood he would sheath it on his left hip.

Letting out a low grunt of pain the sheer magnitude of his injuries were catching up to him. He would have to get to the hospital as fast as he could before he was unable to walk and that's exactly what he did. Jumping into the air he went flying in the direction of the hospital jumping from tree branch to tree branch to escape the training grounds and have himself healed. As he continued he felt an urge in himself to hate that child for what he had done but resisted it. He knew he was the first one to form handsigns and was too focused on the kunai piercing his skin to be able to dodge the flames.

Even not wanting to hate the child he still wanted to battle him again, not now but when he had grown more in power. It was obvious Kenzo had more experience in this shinobi world than him due to the fact he had only joined the academy a week ago and had very rare training with his father before then. As he exited the training grounds he would enter the village upon the rooftops so no civilians could see him in such a state and continued onwards towards the hospital where he would be treated for his burns.

Running through the doors he was seen as an emergency and taken to the first available room where multiple medical shinobi would begin using their medical ninjutsu to heal his burns before they could do any more damage to his body. As the sound of rain smashing against the streets outside drowned out his loud grunts and screaming to the public, the sight was much different inside. Kenshin was being held down by two doctors as the third was preforming his jutsu on his skin, the smell was horrible and the sight of the blood and charred skin was enough to make a mans stomach turn.

Only a quarter of an hour had passed and Kenshin's pain has subsided and he was laying quietly within his hospital bed. He was as always rolling over constantly as sweat poured down his body from the intense dreams he was having. This was usual for him but the experience in those flames reminded him of that day his father was killed and the memories of such event plagued his dreams during this painful time. He did not know when he would leave this room again, but when he did he had a plan to train until his bones were shattered and he was unable to move. He would prove himself to be as powerful of a shinobi as his father if it was the final act he accomplished in his life, and that was a fact.

(TWC: 4015)
(20 stats, 40jp)

Mon Nov 11, 2013 1:26 am

Approved~

Mon Nov 11, 2013 1:59 am

And so, Kenzo's small legs carried him back to the house. [Exit]

TWC: 4201

+21 Stats
+42 JP

Mon Nov 11, 2013 2:02 am

approved