Taste of Defeat - The Dojo (p)

It was a new morning the summer sun waking the village earlier than the other seasons, peaking along the horizon at 5.30am. Hitting yogimirus rooms with a warm yellow light casting his room in a dull glow, filled with angst and excitement yogimiru woke much earlier today than others. Raising from his bed and looking around the room with a blur his mind immediately kicked in "I have to fight Master Moji's student today," he told himself.


Sitting upright in his bed, he pulled his blankets from his body and sprung to his feet, jumping up and down while flailing his arms in no particular direction. Hyping himself for the upcoming day he knew he would have to balance preparation for the bout with maintaining a fresh body. Sticking to low impact activities until his fight, he starts the day by preforming 100 push ups, 100 squats and 100 crunches.


Absorbing an hour of his time yogimiru's body was filled with an adrenaline high, next taking to his regular routine he showers and changes clothes then head to the kitchen to prepare breakfast. Reaching the room it was a pretty basic space, offering a long island counter top , a few counter tops with draws and a fridge. Wanting a big hardy breakfast with a large amount of protein he decides on preparing a bacon omelet with tomato and onion.


8.30 am


Having completed his breakfast and his morning rituals the young man had a burning energy ready for the coming day. As he sat at the kitchen counter finishing his tea, he question how he would fill the next few hours. Feeling confident on taking on an unknown opponent after his fight with Nekrun the day before, he started wondering just how far he had came since his days at the academy.


Curiously the event of the day was the exact day to the month since yogimiru had became a real ninja. Reflecting on his brief time as a student, he couldn't help but remember his teacher and his first day fondly, the image of his teachers "hell day" consisting of timed races, strength tests and finished with a duel played within his mind like a movie at the theater.


-SiP- Finishing his tea and his reflections his mind was set "Its time to test myself" wanting to finish out the month with a test he took from his home and set out towards the academy. Dressed in his standard outfit with his headband wrapped around his waist supporting his two equipment pouches. Walking through the village the street laid bare, the early morning combined with being a weekend left little bystanders.
Reaching the familiar walls of the academy the ancient structure echo'd the history of the past. Leaping up to the structure and using the tree climbing technique to stick to the walls like glue. Scouring the building, he heads towards the empty training grounds. Looking over the field the space remained in a pristine condition since he helped to recondition the facilities.


Wanting to repeat his teachers very first test he took to the large oval race track, taking a starting position on the track his imagination filled the area with his class. The imaginary teacher repeated the words from the past "It time for hell day, lets start with a ten kilometer run with a forty minute time limit, anyone that finishes gets to rest until the timer stops, LINE UP!. GO!" his mind spoke. Pushing his body upright with a driving force yogimiru sprung into a hasty sprint.


"Ten kilometers, that's nothing. I can't believe we struggled with this" he thought to himself as he peeled through the soft ground beneath him. Tracking with great speed he kept an internal time count, reaching the starting line withing three minutes it would signify the first kilometer.


Pushing himself harder he could feel the seemingly endless depths of stamina, racing with 50 speed he quickly meets the 10 kilometer target within a total of 27 minutes. Cooling down from the task a smile arise on his face from the thought of the progress he had made in such a short amount of time.


Taking to the next task was the weight lifting portion, the center of the race course had been cleared of the wooden trunks that sat once before. Having no choice but to move along he took to the far side of the training field. Reaching the area yogimiru was greeted by the targets placed along the outskirts of the space, spuratic tree's spread thought holding the straw targets with varying difficulty.


Taking to a small mound he remember his last attempt, Being given three kunai and five shuirken he would attempt to hit all the marks. Activating his byakugan he would cast his gaze upon the area and immediately identify each of his selected targets. Shown directly in front of him where three human shaped straw targets located at 12,2 and 10 o'clock roughly five meters out, directly behind them ten meters out where two more targets sitting behind them.


Three trees standing twenty meters out holding tree more targets would set the challenge. Taking to his equipment pouch and pulling out five shuriken housed in his left hand. Bringing his arm diagonally across his torso his hand sits close to his face, grasping the throwing stars as a clump he launches him arm in a arch. Intermittently opening his thumb from the shuriken he launches all five in one swing.


Each meeting there mark, with a satisfying thud he then reaches for his kunai. Holding the kunai in his left he takes one with his right, throwing it with a spiraling pattern it quickly reaches it mark with precision. Launching the remaining two kunai to meet there marks he easily completes the challenge with 100% accuracy.


Retrieving his projectiles from the target, he goes on to the sparring zone which was a sprayed rectangle roughly 100x50m. Remembering his first duel with a student, he took his starting position, his brain casting the image of the student before him the launched into action. The imaginary opponent sought out the aggressor role, launch a variety of kicks and punches.


Responding by ducking and weaving yogimiru would easily avoid the blows, successfully dodging he would easily land a multitude of quick and precise counter strikes ending the bout. His improvement over the month was exceedingly obvious time installing a greater confidence in himself.

11.45am

The time had finally come to meet his match, reaching the small dojo located in the Okinaga district he could he the excitement radiating from the building. Opening the door hes immediately is greeted by a crowd of people varying from villagers to a wide selection of students.


Setting a silence over the crowd upon his entry as if they were waiting for him. Parting to create a walk way towards the sparring arena. Closely resembles the training grounds at the academy the space was a hardwood floor with a painted zone 100x50m, Standing inside the space was a short boy roughly 5'6 in height, having wavey blonde hair and a young face.


Accompanying the young boy stood the familiar face of Master Moji "Oh, Yogimiru. Im glad you made it." he announced sending a hush over the crowd. Leaning towards the crowd with a sense of showmanship Moji continued to announce the rules and reason for the bout. "Today we have gathered to witness a bout to determine the progress of our young apprentice, Dolari Kai."


Allowing for a pause the murmurs of the crowd could be briefly heard before he returns to his speech. "First i would like to personally thank our guest Hyuuga Yogimiru, for his time. Moving straight along, as i mentioned before this will be a practical demonstration of skills and technique. We have allowed both participants to use any weapon of their choice and will be a no holds bared Match." Taking a breath he goes on to say "We will be scoring this match with a three point system, One point will be awarded on a clean hit. Two points will be awarded on a knock down. Finally if a fighter is knocked out of injured to a point that they can't continue that will be an automatic victory. Gentlemen this will be a three round bout and at first to 5 points."


Master moji looking over both himself and his soon to be opponent Dolari Kai, moji giving a nod he would speak on more time before initiating the match "Men do we agree",[/color=#009900] "Yes master"[/color] the pair reply before he leaves the battle space. Standing 10m away from him Kai stood still with a look of determination, his choice of weapon a spear its length towered over him at 6ft.


Awaiting Mojis announcement to start yogimiru glanced over his opponent, his small stature and youthful looks lead yogimiru to underestimate Kai. Bring a cheeky smile to his face his mind stated thinking "This is going to be a piece of cake" before his eyes meet his opponents. The soul piercing and serious stare he received immediately changed his mind, "Lets get started" Moji's voice echoed.


Picking up his spear and spiraling it along the right side of his body Kai effortlessly wielded the giant lumbering weapon. Twisting his wrist and moving his arm back and forworth along his body the twisting spear creates a impenetrable shield around him. Reaching to the small of his back and grasping his chain, Yogimiru whips out his weapon launching it spiraling around his body with speed and accuracy before grasping it with two hands.
After the pair demonstrated and compared skills kai wasted no time rushing at yogimiru with surprising speed, grasping the spear with two hands kai fires a lunging prod follow by a volley hasty jabs. Genuinely surprised by his opponents speed and ferocity Yogimiru was placed on the back foot, having no choice by to try to avoid the blows yogi utilizes both his flexible body and his weapon.


Using the chain tightly drawn to deflect the blow Yogimiru would push away several strikes while weaving and swaying outside of the strike range of the others. Kais relentless furry did not subdue, continuing to push him backwards his thrusts and lunges did not subside. Finally catching Yogimiru with a grazing strike lightly cutting his left cheek.


Cutting the tension and allowing a breather for the crowd Moji clearly announces "Clean hit, One Point." the crowd bursting into a cheer at the announcement their infectious involvement was pouring into the ring, Yogimiru and Kai taking their initial position ten meters away from each other the crowd would silence once more.


Kai presents a subdued devious smile he quickly licks his lips and gains eye contact with Yogi, "Not smiling anymore are you" he whispered to himself. Looking over his opponent Yogimiru couldn't help but feel the cold chill of danger, having have just fought with a potentially unstable opponent the young man knew this feeling all to well.


Giving a nod master Moji would start the next round, wanting to maintain his advantage Kai would press down on Yogimiru once more. Attacking this time with a variety of lunges, stabs and vertical slashes he relied on speed and incredible technique to leave little escape for Yogimiru. Activating his byakugan seconds before kai sprung into action his doujutsu would level the playing field slightly.


Using the straightened chained once more he this time follows the movements much easier, bouncing and parrying the incoming strikes. The spear hitting the chain and grinding against it be redirected outside of the strike zone the bout seamed to be at a stalemate. Wanting to end the stalemate yogimiru would attempt to demonstrate his prowess, Releasing his right hand while countering a blow he would aim to use the driving force to wrap up his opponents weapon.


Achieving this the chain reacted as planned, the weight whipping around and binding around the spear yogimiru would think he would have the edge, having control over the spear tip yogi then proceeds to rip the spear downwards towards the ground. Being completely deceived Kai would not allow this trick to phase him, using the driving force he utilized the shaft of his weapon slamming it into yogimirus skulls with great force.


Completely outclassed yogimiru caught unaware connects with the solid wooden base of his opponents weapon. Hitting his temple and driving him to the ground the room briefly become black, temporary losing consciousness yogimiru awakes to the loss of a round. "That's a knock out, Round one. Dolari Kai" Moji announces as yogimiru returns to his feet still slightly hazy.


Looking over in yogis direction Moji questions him "Yogimiru are you okay to continue?". Answering with a simple nod, yogimiru shakes the temporary haze. Strengthening the muscles around his eyes his Byakugan shines once more. "Round two, When you're ready men" Moji states.
Feeling as if his weapon was hindering him in this circumstance yogimiru returns it to his equipment pouch. Standing his opened palms in the gentle fist stance yogimiru awaited Kais next attack. Following the same patterns as his previous attacks Kai launched into a savage, blistering strikes, consisting of stabs, reverse blows, slashes and lower leg cuts.


Being freed of the weight and encumbrance of the chain his limbs where able to move freely, darting and ducking the strikes with greater ease and slapping the blows away with his palms coated in chakra. Pushing harder with building aggression Kais attacks only increased with speed, elegantly drifting, dancing and parrying around the strikes Kais aggression would lead to eventual mistakes.


Finding a break in the attacking pattern yogimirus arm would spring into a counter blow, index and forefinger primed they strike like a snake with a savage blow to his opponent tenketsu point located in his left shoulder. Sending a jarring pain through Kais arm his grip loosened around the spear, dropping his weapon yogimiru would not waste his chance, drawing his right arm backwards and launching an open palm, a volley of compressed chakra launches at the opponent.


Hitting Kai with thumping force and sending him flying backward the internal damage would sure shake the apprentice. "Clean hit and Knock down, Three Points, Yogimiru." Moji announces sending the crowd into a frenzied cheer. Bringing a confidence boost to yogimiru the fear of his opponent was slowly starting to fade. That was until he looked in Kais direction, returning to his feet with minimal effort, while hiding a devilish look the fear returned ten fold.


Walking over to him and grabbing his spear Kai shot yogimiru with a brief death gaze, striking the soul. Returning to his starting position Kai queries Moji before they continue "Master, this fight. Am i able to go all out?"raising a puzzled look yogimiru wondered just what the young man was holding back. Moji gives a delayed hesitant response with a slight nod "Just Remember, this isn't a death match Kai", a devious smile could no longer be held back from Kais face "Yes Master".


Spinning his spear so the tip was directed downward kai drive the spear to stand upright, spreading his legs and raising his arms to create a cross along his torso, the young boy takes a deep breath before whipping his arms waist side. Letting out a deep breath the young man burst into a wafting aura, clearly felt through the building.
Moji gives a begrudging nod, Kai pounces with un-matchable speed. Grabbing his spear he almost disappears before reappearing above 6ft above yogimirus head with a lunging downward slash. Barely catching Kais movement yogimiru genuinely had no clue as to what his opponent just did, being left with millisecond to respond he had no catch to dodge or block.


Being left with no option but to release a Hyuuga clan ability his tenketsu points spew out chakra, rotating his body a large chakra dome emerges around Yogmiru. Barely avoiding the strike Kai, strength was immeasurable, letting out a large scream and forcing downward with great strength he somehow pierces the Hyuugas defense. Busting through the shield and connecting with yogi the spear cuts through him like butter, wounding him with a 2ft long and 2cm deep cut diagonally down his chest.
Hitting the ground and losing consciousness, the last image yogimiru could see was his opponent standing over him. Glancing at him with a disappointed and disengaged stare, drifting into a world of darkness the fight would be called to an immediate stop. The danger and severity of the wound would need professional help, unknown to the boy he is rushed to a hospital and created for blood loss and to seal the wound.

Word Counter : 2811
Stat Gain : 14 (No Alfred for thread)
Jutsu Training : Eight Trigrams : One hundred - Twenty eight Palms 349/3000 =+ 2651 = 3000
Permanent Wound : Diagonal Scar 2ft long, 6cm Wide from Yogimirus left shoulder to his right kidney.

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