Lightning Things (Private, Kozan, NK)

Ashur walked through the village the day after the hangover from hell. He had no idea what happened from the bar to the hangover, but he knew never take alcohol again. He released Brandon, and hoped to get a move on to train some jutsu or something. He hated sitting around! He decided to mix things up with his new 100% original technique. He was going to spit out ash then ignite it somehow! He wanted to live up to his name after all. He knew with the power of chakra and Disney anything was possible if you believed! He released Brandon from his pokeball, and put the ball away.
"Hey Ashur."
The frog looked around, then let out a deep breath. He was afraid there might be someone attacking Ashur at the moment.
"Hey."
The two looked around on the streets of the village, and wanted to get to a place a bit more remote.

(156)

It had been a terribly good night for Kozan. That is, in the aspect that he had gotten plenty of sleep. He awoke from a pleasant dream... one that he couldn't fully remember. It involved A blue haired woman in a uniform... he knew she looked familiar, but couldn't quite place it. Was she some kind of military official? The uniform indicated that she was a general in some kind of army, as did her small epaulets. However, Kozan didn't know enough of these things to place her... oh, hold on... now, Kozan knew where she came from. Obviously... it was his fucking aunt, the former Raikage.
"Ah, that bitch... what the fuck is she doing in my dreams?"
Kozan had never met the Raikage before in his life. Rather, it was to say that he had never met either raikage in his life. He simply hated his own clan for being stupid and powerless in all the wrong moments, and especially during the village invasion. Had his aunt or grandfather even been there to help the villagers in their time of need? If so, would Kumo still be in a different state? He thought about these things, not casting them out of his mind.
The new Raikage stayed silently in his palace, and Kozan didn't yet consider himself worthy to present himself to the leader yet. No, he'd train first. Possibly, find another genin who was stronger than he, and become comrades. With someone to back him up in combat, he'd have no problems shaming everyone else in Kumo. He needed someone reliable though... not some untrustworthy guy who tried to run away from the village, only to be stopped and sent back. Right? Well, Kozan knew those were far and few in between, so he thought, why not get out of this fucking house and go talk to people?
He got up, dressed somewhat quickly, buckled on his katana, and headed out. He was still trying to figure out how use the katana in sword techniques... it wasn't a weapon from his clan arsenal, obviously, but it was sharp and hard, and would do for now. It seemed to be quite a bit of work even to master a simple slashing technique... clearly, he needed to do more training. After all, he had expected some difficulty. Still, it would be nice to learn things faster. It would certainly calm his unease about being so weak.
However, there he was, on his way out of his house. Time to look around the village, he thought. Kozan turned toward the more "remote" section of town. He'd look around there first, then head into the more populous section. Maybe he'd find someone quickly, maybe not. No sooner had he gotten close to a training ground, then he saw some dude talking to a frog.
...
Talking to a frog? What the fuck? The guy looked to be a ninja, due to his headband, but Kozan wasn't sure about this... something about that frog seemed wrong.
"Hey", Kozan would begin. "You're a genin too, yeah?" Somewhat blunt, but that was just how Kozan was.
[WC 521]

Ashur saw the ninja getting right to the point, and it reminded him of himself. He liked when people did this.
"Yeah, I'm a Genin. We should become friends you don't seem like you would annoying like other Genin in this village."
Ashur rolled his eyes remembering the others. He felt like puking, but this reminded him. He should be learning his jutsu!
"Hey, do you know anything about learning immensely strong jutsu that will take a long time to learn?"
The frog looked over at the Genin, and kept a close eye to him. After the incident at the gates, he wondered who could really be trusted and who couldn't. His friendship might be harder to obtain.
"What's your name?"
The frog gave a very serious angry stare, and Ashur began to notice this. He began to feel annoyed that the frog was killing this. Ashur had about as much friends as Naruto when he was a child. This thought made him tense up. He hated being compared to Naruto. He looked back at the ninja out of a daze.
"That is enough Brandon, he isn't of any danger."
Ashur hated first impressions and was getting flustered very quickly. He really wished to just not do all of this. He simply began to walk off to the training grounds hoping the man would follow. He then tried to breath out ash from his mouth for awhile, and without any luck. It would just look as if he was breathing out for no reason. He really wanted to learn how to use the power of ash though. It was in his name after all. He could only imagine the fun it would be to teach smokers their lessons, but having them breath in their ash! He could definitely reduce how many smokers there are, but he was too lazy to do something useful. He looked back at the emo looking kid, wondering if he was making a good first impression. He probably should have introduced himself and Brandon!
"Oh, I am Ashur, and this is my talking frog Brandon. He lives in this pokeball!"
He was happy that he wasn't coming off too strong or annoying. He had no idea what he would do then. He held out his poke ball for the Genin to hold with a smile on his face. He knew he was either going to get beat up or ignored, such is the life as a 13 year old Genin. He then looked into the boy's red eyes. They looked so familiar, he had seen them somewhere he just didn't know where. The emo boy looked as if he was important, much more important then a little kid and a frog.

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Kozan frowned when he saw Ashur roll his eyes. Did this guy dislike other people? Then, his frown disappeared as he realized what the guy was saying. Oh, cool. At the very least, they could be training partners. He couldn't jump to any conclusions about the boy yet, but he seemed friendly enough. Kozan was fully aware of the fact that he himself was often seen by other genin as a jerk. Now that there was someone friendly (and potentially stronger) in front of him, he knew that he would have to make a genuine effort to be less mean than usual. Even if this guy really did turn out too be some kind of piss ant asshole jerk...
The most concerning thing was the frog. If Kozan had been a more analytical person, he would have wondered how the thing could survive so far up in the north, where the winter while living with this kid would almost certainly kill it. What he was thinking about was the stories he had heard. The stories were of tropical frogs like these, that would most certainly mean that it was poisonous. He looked warily at it as it spoke. Fucking rude animal.
If he hadn't had concerns about the frog's poison, he would probably have tried to cut off its head right then and there. However, he also had to remember that this frog belonged to this Ashur dude, and that meant that Kozan had to be nice. He was almost sure that, if he were to attack the frog, both of them would beat him up. Still, he couldn't help but feel uncomfortable around the amphibian creature. The boy's words didn't do much to assuage his fears, either, but there wasn't much he could do about that. What he could do, however, was act tactfully. He didn't let any of his annoyance show, nor any of his waryness.
Kozan would speak in response.
"I'm Kozan." He didn't feel the need to restate his rank, as he assumed that this kid wasn't stupid. Well, he sure hoped he wasn't. Otherwise, this might end poorly. But for now, he'd assume the best... and expect the worst. He wondered if the guy knew anything about the Takami clan... to that end, Kozan didn't mention his last name. It was the same as always... he was afraid of people realizing who he was... and associating him with people like his aunt and grandfather. That simply would not do.
He looked at the pokeball, hiding his "I don't give a fuck" thoughts about it, while beginning to speak again.
"Yeah, I'd love to train." His voice was made to sound as enthusiatic as he could make it, which came out as a sort of lustful crossed with screeching kind of noise. Oops. Being so young, Kozan didn't quite have mastery over his vocal chords yet.
[TWC 1009]

Ashur laughed hearing Kozan's voice crack. He thought that was it was. He honestly didn't know much about puberty. He looked over at Brandon and began to feel as if the frog was killing the mood. He returned Brandon back, and put the poke ball away in his weapon pouch.
"So you seem like you are kind of strong, Kozac was it?"
The boy smiled loving to spar, and remembering the academy. He was begging to realize he was coming off too strong and should tone it down. He was only a child though, so he might be able to get away with it. He knew the minute he put on his headband, he would have to grow up and meet new people who could all want to kill him. He just didn't know where to start other then working at the part he worked his hardest in, chakra. He began to focus on the energy going through his veins, the untapped potential made him itch for more then anything else. He wanted to use more then a spec of it for jutsu. Ashur felt if he had been able to really show his amounts of chakra, he would surprise some people. He began to practice lighting the inner flame he had, by making fire in his belly then getting rid of it. He then looked back up as he realized he had spaced out.
"Want to spar like you had to do in the academy? I am itching to see what kind of dojutsu you have. Uchia!"
Ashur felt smart knowing this guy had sharingans. He felt smarter then he should have for knowing something as tiny as a well known clan. He knew this Uchia was going to use some mind tricks, and make him unable to see straight. Ashur smiled, and pointed at Kozan.
"Your mind tricks won't work on me! You have to make eye contact to use it!"
He unwrapped his head band, and put it around his eyes like a weirdo. He felt confident in his senses to be able to fight this kid. Ashur got into battle stance, and smiled a very excited smile.
"Come at me Uchia!"

(365/976)

Er.... well, this kid definitely seemed to be a bit strange. Was he retarded? Kozan briefly considered that fact before inwardly telling himself "no." The kid had been shown to have perfectly good comprehension and communications skills before this point, so either he was really dim, and his speaking before was just some kind of fluke, or he was pretending. Why would he pretend, though? Kozan considered what he had seen and heard so far. One reason could be that he was just being silly, which Kozan didn't exactly like. Why be random and flightly like that? However, he didn't judge Ashur based on this. This other reason, of course, being that Ashur was testing him somehow. Kozan liked that explanation more, and decided to use it.
"Er... Kozan. The name's Kozan." Maybe Ashur had poor hearing. That would be wrong, though... Ashur had responded just fine before. Maybe he had simply misheard?  
What the boy said next, however, cleared up some doubts. Ashur might just be an idiot after all. But... tying the cloth around his eyes indicated that he was confident in his ability. As for this "Uchia" thing, Kozan had concluded that Ashur had mistaken him for something else. 
"I'm not sure what you mean by 'Uchia', but I'll certainly give my best shot."
Kozan also was sure that Ashur was talking about genjutsu. However, he didn't know any. He definitely didn't think he'd be good at it, either... So what, really was the point of him saying that? Well, whatever. Kozan had promised to give his best shot, and he would. He shifted forward slightly at thirty speed, then punch at the same speed toward Ashur's nose with his right fist. Should this impact, Ashur would have some nasty bruised cartilage, but not much else. Kozan wasn't that strong yet.
[TWC 1313]

Ashur then began to realize after hearing that boy didn't know what an Uchia was, that he was a dumb shit. He put his headband on correctly, and then realized he had been calling this ninja by the wrong name! Ashur took off his shirt, and flak jacked for combat in order to spread his wings outward and begin to fly a few feet off the ground. He began to feel a bead of sweat down his neck, and began to wonder if this guy thought he was autistic or something. He watched as the boy began to run at him, and knew it was time to have some fun. He kneaded fire chakra in his chest, and flew to the side. He began to realize he was at the same speed as this kid if he were on the ground, and the fight was going to be harder then expected. He then made a half tiger hand sign from 1 meter away, and blew out flames towards the boy. He then readied a kunai in case he came running back through the flames. He kept his eyes out for the boy in the flames, and wondered if he had gone overboard. He wished he could shout out to the boy in the fire if it had hit.

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AP: 206/213
Fire Stream Used

(Your post is a little wack, yo. Let me show you what happens when you don't word it as well as you could have.)
By the time Ashur had finished readjusting his headband, Kozan was a mere three feet away from him, and already beginning to swing his fist. Thus, by the time that Ashur had begun to even shift his body to begin his run to the side (running speed, of course, per the rules, being at 1/2 Ashur's maximum speed, thus about 15), Kozan's fist would have already reached Ashur's face, the sheer force of it would probably knock him back a little... not. Kozan wasn't that strong, yet. He had heard that his aunt was a monster when it came to taijutsu, and thought that, as much as he despised her legacy, he'd have to work toward that kind of standard.
This would all happen, of course, before Ashur had a chance to cast his fire stream. As such, Kozan would still at this point have no idea what sort of elemental nature Ashur possessed. He knew that his own was lightning... obviously, he hadn't made much use of it yet, but he knew that at some point, he most certainly would. However, for the time being, Kozan had nothing up his sleeve, save for the basic academy jutsu and some tactics.
[In short, my I timeline manip so that my hit lands. You didn't state exactly where I was when you corrected your makeshift blindfold, and I worded it so that your actions are still legitimate, but I interrupt you before you can move away from my punch.
TWC 1515]

(Thank you :))

Ashur covered up his nose while jumping up in down in pain as if he had stubbed a toe. His eyes watered up, and he then decided to fight back. He flew forwards using his wings and threw a punch right into Kozan's chest. This wouldn't do much considering he only had 12 strength. He then would follow up with a kunai in his left hand to block with if Kozan choose to follow up to his weak punch. Ashur began to realize he wasn't very strong at all.

(89 >_< /1,283)

This guy was probably physically better than Kozan. The way he moved, those weird wings, and everything else about him. Yes, he was definitely of a higher tier than Kozan. However, his mind was not. His movments, though powerful and forceful, seemed non-deliberate. Was he thinking while he was fighting? If so, these thoughts couldn't be very useful to him. Oh well, he'd just have to try his best and fight this out. The guy had some pretty swag wings, which bothered Kozan slightly. How could these be used in combat? Were they charged with poisonous chakra or something? Not sure about how it was going to end up, Kozan rushed ahead.
As soon as Ashur was within an reach, and no sooner, Kozan would shift forward slightly, being careful to avoid the kunai.
This shift would be to the outside of Ashur's body, on the feathered boy's left side. As soon as this was done, Kozan would grasp Ashur's left wrist with his left hand, attempting to prevent it from moving. At the same time, he would both place his other hand on the back of Ashur' neck, and move his right foot in front of Ashur's feet, preventing him from landing properly if so desired. Applying a force as great as possible with his right hand, he would attempt to force the flapping boy down to the ground, where he would pin his arms behind his back if successful. If these actions did go through, Kozan would speak.
"Even if your opponent is as weak as I am, you shouldn't underestimate him."
[TWC 1769]