Crashing Descent [p, nk, Misao]

He had made himself stronger, MUCH stronger. There was no modesty to be had now, as his strength could now be greatly enhanced by medical chakra. He picked up a rock from the earth and with a casual toss, threw it a fair distance. But regardless of the distance, the fact remained that it was a powerful throw indeed. He walked for a bit, admiring the view (or lack of it, through the mist) until he reached the rock that he had tossed. Alright, time to go for something a bit different. He walked over to a stone slab that had been set up for practice with earth jutsu and defense penetration techniques, such as lightning jutsu. However, he'd merely be throwing something. With a slight motion, he'd toss it at full power, the white aura blossoming around him. The rock shattered, but a second later, so did the stone tablet. Wow, that thing was several inches thick! Not bad, he thought to himself, but strength wasn't all there was to a fight. He knew from the fight with Aryll that there was some durability involved as well. Something that he lacked, despite the nature of his bloodline. Oh well, medical chakra could deal with that too, he knew.

Wait... stone slab? This wasn't a training tool, it was a teaching tool.... for academy students. Goddammit, had he sleepwalked right into the academy again? That Ren kid hadn't come out for him yet, so he assumed he was safe for the time being. He paced the courtyard, wondering what he should do about the destruction he had caused. It wasn't like he could just clean this up that easily (he tooootally could, but didn't want to spend time doing so). Well, crap. If a student caught him, they'd probably get all upset at his actions. He was training, either way, so he wouldn't receive any kind of official punishment for this, but who knew what kind of hidden talents lay among the students here? Kozurou himself had been nothing too special, but there were those with special doujutsu powers, and some with bizarre abilities that he couldn't even hope to quantify.

Then again... part of him was looking forward to getting caught, especially by someone with an enormous latent power. The connection between him and his own body had become stronger to the point of euphoria during training, and he had begun to seek even bigger combat challenges.

[WC 408]

"One, two, one, two, three." An academy repeated to themselves as they attacked one of the many stones within the academy grounds. Misao had been going through routines for who knows how long. It helped him take his mind off of whatever had been bothering him lately. He had been having thoughts that seemed violent and envenomed with a feeling he couldn't identify. At some point he had considered that someone was talking to him from a distance. The thought of someone having such violent things to say to him seemed silly. Whether if it was him having an guilty conscious or something with a grudge it had made sleeping much more difficult. It had made sleeping more of a chore than the blissful rest that it should have been and this had been aggravating the normally calm Misao. The student ninja concerned and slightly distracted put more power in a hit than he had meant to. He heard a resounding crack of stone and the falling of rocks hitting the ground.

Misao inspected the stone slab he had been practicing on and noticed that nothing on it seemed damage he looked around for the source of the sound. The mist obscured a lot of his view of the area but he could see a figure of a person not to far from him. Misao wasn't aware of anyone else here and so he was curious as to who it was. The pink haired student walked towards the person with some caution. He was sure that within the village there was very little danger but that wasn't much of an excuse to not be prepared. As he got closer he felt like something was stirring within him though he assume it was just because of the lack of sleep.

With the slightly chipped wooden practice sword he approached the person who was pacing near a pile of rocks to what Misao assumed was the source of the sound. Misao wasn't familiar with many of the village's people and was even less familiar (if that's possible) with any of the ninja there. The rousing he had felt had become more noticeable but Misao again preferred to just connect it to the lack of sleep or maybe nerves. Not one to keep any sort of nerves from dictating his actions he gave a questioning "Hello?"

(wc 393)

What on earth... an academy student who was taller than he was? Not particularly embarrassing, but still somehow disturbing to Kozurou. Maybe he really did have insecurities about his height. How disgusting. In combat, it usually served to be shorter (unless you were running away from something, maybe, and even then, the smaller the profile, the harder you were to hit). Still, he didn't know whether he wanted to fight this guy yet, though he wouldn't mind it at all. The pleasure he gained from fighting bordered on the masochistic, though he hadn't quite crossed the border between obsession and psychosis yet.

"Hello there", he said, sizing up the guy in front of him. Probably older than he was too... how had he been in the academy for so long? Had he been held back, or perhaps entered late? Still, he didn't look too physically strong, despite his height. A talent for chakra, perhaps? Or maybe that body held more than he realized. Either way, he was now presented with a choice. Either continue with conversation as normal, or attempt to provoke this newcomer into fighting with him, which might not go so well. Kozurou opted for the former, deciding to play things safe for now.

"What did you need?" With any luck, he'd feel bold enough to contest Kozurou, otherwise this might get boring quickly. Despite his nature, Kozurou somehow detested long and drawn-out conversation, preferring to just get right to the point.

[TWC 652]

Now that Misao was closer he could see the difference in the two's height. As Misao was confident that he was at an average height so he just assumed the person was just short. The person had said a greeting back but for whatever reason had skipped out on giving any sort of name. It didn't matter too much Misao supposed but for whatever reason this annoyed the pink haired student. Misao also didn't appreciate the look that he was being given. What was the other person doing here exactly? Training was the obvious answer so that meant he was just another student right?

The possible student asked a question that Misao wasn't sure if it was meant to be an actual question or some sort of challenge. Something in him wanted it to be the latter though he wasn't even sure if he'd match up well enough. "I don't need anything really... Though if you are offering to do something, cleaning up the mess you made would be fine." He said with a tone that seemed more demanding than what he had meant. Misao was sure it was normal for the slabs to be broken, but  this guy didn't seem like one of those who would clean up after themselves. The tone seemed justified with that thought in mind so Misao didn't bother with an apology or a correction.

[TWC: 624]

Bingo. That was more or less what he needed. He shrugged slightly, his eyes wandering over the rubble that had once been a thick slab of granite. Destruction that had been wrought by his own hands. A testament to how far he'd come in such a short amount of time. Turning back to the one in front of him, he'd now be wearing a confident smirk on his face. He felt a little bad for what he was about to do, but he'd be sure to apologize in time. But his body wasn't about to hold back from a good, solid fight. His height might put him in a bad spot, but being shorter also had its perks...

"Ha. How about YOU do it?" With that, his hand shot out, visible barely as a blur to the academy student, attempting to grab him by the collar. Should this succeed, Kozurou would simply make an arm motion, throwing the student's body in its entirety through the air towards the rubble. Depending on the success of this throw, Kozurou would begin walking toward his opponent.

"Telling your senior to clean up a mess on the premises that you use daily? How rude. If I were in a worse mood, I'd already have snapped your neck." A complete lie, of course, Kozurou wasn't THAT mean of a person. However, he was trying to incite feelings of shame and powerlessness, hoping to draw out the student's emotions.

"Now I'll just have you clean it up and bow to me. Unless you think you can fight me, of course."

[TWC 916
Speed: 55
Power: Not enough to cause injury, but enough to cause pain]

The simple shrug wasn't to reassuring and as the person turned around he still wasn't reassured. Misao's grip on the wooden sword tightened, the person was vulnerable and the thought of how easy it would be to attack him. Before he could act on anything the other person made a blurry movement and Misao wasn't able to keep up with any of the following actions. He felt himself getting thrown through the air and there was little he could do to stop that.

He landed into the rubble with a heavy thud and felt the stones jab into him. Misao gave a groan as he heard the other began to taunt him. There were some options before him and none of them he was particularly fond of. He could make a run for it, but he was fairly certain the other was much faster. He could cower and do what the person said, which made him angry for even considering. Then there was the last option which was to simply fight. Misao grinned as the idea of a fight came around. Misao stood himself up with some support from the practice wooden sword.

The grin disappeared and he gave a simple "Fine then" for a reply. Misao could guess he wasn't as fast as the other but he took a change with a charge towards the shorter person hoping to catch him off guard. If he was able to get within a close enough range of the other he would swing his sword in an arc aiming at the other's right leg.

(TWC: 886
Speed: 10
Power: Enough to cause some pain)

The guy was... grinning? Oh, goody. If he'd found someone else who loved fighting as much as he did, this could be more fun than he had expected. The run forward was almost like he was in slow motion to Kozurou's trained mind at this point, but he'd give this man the respect he was due for making such a brash move. Had it been someone who'd already graduated from the academy and such, he'd have labeled it "idiocy", but it was most likely that this one just didn't know better, which was fine. Kozurou didn't consider ignorance to be a sin in and of itself.

It was better to act and not regret one's inaction later, Kozurou thought, as the blade descended toward his right leg. A wooden sword... for something like this, Kozurou felt no need to use the abilities he'd developed over the past few weeks, but simply taking the hit (while totally viable) wouldn't be impressive enough here. Before the sword could reach his leg, he brought up his foot and stomped down on the flat of the practice sword, breaking it in a show of strength. The whole motion would be performed before the the practice sword could reach any part of his leg.

When his foot hit the ground, he would lash out with his right arm, aiming a straight jab at the man's forehead. With this, he would hope to hit the man's central nerve, which would stagger him for a bit, allowing him to follow up with a few more hits. He'd hold back though, since he didn't want to shatter the man's skull. With any luck, this guy would start getting a little more serious soon, or the bravado he'd just shown wouldn't be nearly enough to sate Kozurou's desire for battle.

[TWC 1217
Speed: 30 for the punch, so you can dodge and such; otherwise 55
Power: Enough to cause a concussion for the punch, otherwise 70]

[Exiting for war, requesting 1217 words towards Mystic Saint and 6 stats]

You can have the stats, I can only do 500 words towards the tech though.