The Ragdoll Enters The Fray II

Fri Apr 24, 2020 8:06 am

Bloodworks: Bloodletter

Kenshin would release a sigh of relief as he stepped into the arena, the roar of the crowd almost deafening as they realised just who was going to be gracing the arena today... his last visit had ended within moments, and he was hoping to have a more impressive showing today. The imposing figure of The First Kazekage would come to a stop 10m out of the northern entrance of the arena, and he knew that his opponent would be stepping out of one of the three remaining entrances soon. The Bloodworks was an absolutely massive arena, a colosseum-like structure that stood 100m in overall height, was circular in shape, and was 200m in overall diameter, with absolutely nothing save sand and dried blood within that area... the perfect arena for one to truly display their power to the crowd that watched eagerly, baying for blood.

WC: 146

+1 Natural Energy stack (1/6)

Fri Apr 24, 2020 3:12 pm

Spoiler:

A man of similar stature to the First Kazakega stepped into the arena to the tune of the now closing iron gate behind him. The crowd was wild, and he was sure it was not because of him. After all, he was a nobody, barely known to the members of his clan, and thought to be dead by his close family who refused to acknowledge him. It mattered not. So far, he had killed two people within this arena. Their ninjutsu scared him not; his violence was better left to be unleashed in close quarters, his dual wielding style responsible for one great show and one great scissoring beheading that the crowd had loved. But how could he expect to be more noticeable than the Kazekage?

Easily. By becoming the new Kazekage. He wondered if he would get the title by killing the man before him.

He brushed a lock of white hair away from his eyes, and took his place 20 meters away from the center of the arena, before beckoning to the Kazekage and speaking in a raspy, deep voice. "Oi, if I kill you, think they'll give me your post? Kinda strapped for money."

wc: 197

Fri Apr 24, 2020 11:46 pm

As Kenshin watched his opponent exited from the southern gate and began slowly walking towards the centre of the Arena, something that earned a smirk from him as he followed suit, coming to a stop as his opponent did, 20m from the centre of the arena and thus 40m from his opponent. When the man spoke Kenshin would release a deep chuckle, his mismatched eyes activating as he stared at the amusing man that stood before him. It was almost a shame that he would have to end his life this day, this one could have proved to be a useful pawn in the future.

“If you killed me then there would be nobody here that could stop you from taking it.” The Reaper would state simply, a small smirk on his face as he watched his opponent closely. He could tell that this one would be more challenging than the last, which was exactly what he was hoping for… but only time would tell whether he would actually be a true challenge for The Ragdoll.

Kenshin would simply remain standing in his current position, more than happy to allow his opponent to make the first move… it simply wouldn’t do for him to kill the man too quickly, the crowd had been oh so disappointed last time, and he was here to put on a show for his villagers.

WC: 230

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Sat Apr 25, 2020 10:04 pm

“Hm.” The grunt came as a chuckle, both entertained and understanding of the words spoken. The Kazekage held himself in high esteem, but how could he not. He held the village in his iron fist, but gently, over his velvet glove. The eyes of the Reaper seemed to shift, but it was difficult to tell. With two katanas on his belt, one on each side of the hip, he drew the first one from his right side as he took his first steps into the middle of the arena, walking towards his opponent as he gave the blade a couple of test swings, hearing it cut the air swiftly and sharply before holding it in a reverse grip. “I would like a good death, my Lord. Don’t toy with me, if you don’t mind.”

Holding a unique handseal, he took in three quick breaths, as if trying to hyperventilate, but his body gained a white aura around it, his eyes growing white as his white hair fluttered about from the energy, his muscles bulged, and his otherwise pale skin became tan. Another handseal, and he vanished in a blur, advancing 39 meters and facing the Reaper. With the boost to his speed, he performed a quick swing at the eyes of the monster, hoping to test his defenses or at least cleave the top of his head off.

wc: 228
[spoiler=AP]
-150 from [rul=https://www.narutoroleplaygame.com/t30980-seven-heavens-breathing-method]Seven Heavens Breathing Method[/url]
-10 from Body Flicker
New total: 360AP

Sat Apr 25, 2020 11:16 pm

The Reaper would watch in anticipation as his opponent took a few steps forward, drawing one of his dual katana’s and giving the blade a few test swings, before requesting that Kenshin not toy with him… to give him a good death, and The Reaper would only respond with a nod. As the man began to power up Kenshin would do the same, his skin becoming even paler and almost translucent and a thick black substance trailing down from his eyes like tears. It was only when the man Body Flickered towards him that Kenshin felt the tinges of disappointment… The man had outright requested that he not toy with him, which meant his plans to put on a show for the crowd were now shot. Oh well, there was always next time for that he supposed.

Kenshin would simply raise his right hand and extend it towards the man that was bursting towards him, and with an apologetic smirk on his face a thick cord of his threads would tear itself free from his hand, the black construct sharpened to a spearlike point as it shot towards the man, who had crossed 30m by this point. The Ragdolls left eye would begin to leak blood, which would intermingle with the black ichor that was flowing freely from the organ, as his Nemesis enhanced the power and sharpness of his Absorption Threads. The thickness of the cord would only continue to grow as it extended, reaching 4 inches in overall size when it met the man once he had hit the 36m mark, 4 meters from the position of Kenshin himself as the thick and sharp tip of his threads shredded their way through the mans face and directly through his skull, blood and gray matter exploding out of the back of his skull alongside his threads, painting the sand behind the man.

The resulting screams and cheers from the crowd were music to his ears, and when he began to retract his threads the mans body would drop like a puppet with its strings cut.

Of course, this was all assuming that everything went according to plan.

WC: 357

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Mon Apr 27, 2020 6:17 pm

The charge took place, and a shift happened to the Ragdoll, his skin turning pale and black ichor start running from his eye, a somber visage, but that was not the worst: his request not to be taken lightly proved to be his undoing as the Reaper raised his hand: threads shot out from his palm, and Shichiro instinctively tried to contract his muscles to enable his tanking technique to come into place. However, due to him being currently using the erroneously named body flickering technique which just basically made him run slightly faster, he wasn’t able to duck, dodge, interrupt the technique, or tank the blow as he would’ve normally done.

For a brief second before impact, he diverted his focus from the spear headed towards him and looked the Kazekage in the eyes. He cried. For him? For the crowd? He cried blood. Tragic.

Shichiro’s brain followed the spear as it burst through the back of his head, his motion halting and his limbs going limp, katana dropping to the ground. All his exercising had not paid off when it had not been met with real combat experience. For a moment, he understood why his family looked down on him and rejected him all together, but the moment had been short lived, and the splattered brain on the floor hadn’t been able to register it at all. When the spear left his skull, his entire body collapsed awkwardly. The crowd would be able to see the brain and blood, but luckily he had been wearing his brown pants.

Shichiro Kaguya rests in peace.

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wc: 265
twc: 690
Claiming 5000 Ryo towards Noboru Kaito
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Mon May 25, 2020 3:50 pm

Kenshin would release a light sigh of disappointment as the second fighter within The Bloodworks fell to him without even the slightest of challenges being posed to him… perhaps he was simply too strong for the fools that were willing to risk their lives for coin to truly pose a risk to him. He would eye the corpse with light distaste… The Reapers disappointment was immeasurable and his day had been ruined by this farce… he hadn't even been allowed to toy with the man as he had wished, unable to even put a true show on for the crowd. No, this was simply the second level… this arena HAD to possess some fighters of worth… it just had to… and even if it didn’t… one day it would attract those that did, and whether that be within a few days or even a few years… Kenshin was a patient man.

The Ragdoll would activate his Storage Displacement and withdraw his Macabre Bag, and from within he would withdraw one of the many Corpse Storage Scrolls that could be found within, empty of course as he needed to store away the body of his now deceased opponent for future research. The roar of the crowd had long since died down, the man's brains painting the sand had been the crescendo and now most were simply awaiting the next show. Eventually The Reaper would find someone worthy of his time within the walls of this arena, he didn’t know whether it was going to be before or after he took the head of the current Grand Champion… but he knew that it would come eventually, and the opportunity for him to have a truly fun fight was something that he couldn’t resist… no matter how much he knew it infuriated certain people to see him risking his life.

Mizuki had been the one that had breathed life into The Reaper once more, the one that had been responsible for his scythe regaining its edge… and with that edge came the constant desire to test his limits in the most dangerous of ways… perhaps one day he would indeed bite off more than he could chew, and perhaps one day it would be his brains that paint the floors of this arena… but until that day he would live his life to the fullest. Safety, amusingly enough, had NEVER been something that he had desired, the thrill of combat was simply too enticing for him to truly resist and he knew that one day it was that bloodlust that would get him killed… and despite knowing that fact The Ragdoll did not see or feel the need to change his ways.

With the corpse of his latest victim sealed away Kenshin would leave the Arena, the dull roar of the crowd growing louder as he got further away, no doubt due to two new fighters stepping into their view to fight for their amusement. He had to say… The Bloodworks was truly one of his greatest ideas and the implementation of it had worked perfectly… the people were more than happy with it and the revenue it was generating was immense to say the least.

As Kenshin walked out of the Arena proper he knew that he would be returning here someday soon, all to continue his hunt for a truly worthy opponent… and if he didn’t find one within The Bloodworks itself… then he would simply take the title of Grand Champion and wait for a worthy fighter to come to him.

WC: 591

TWC: 1324

233 words towards words towards Damage Reduction Shield, claiming. Other 2717 words trained here

625 words towards Nature Chakra Conversion, claiming. Other 1875 words trained here (Link to tech in this link)

466 word towards Chakra Scalpel Senbon, 2284 words remaining.

Claiming the corpse of Shichiro Kaguya.

+5000 ryo for mission rewards (182,950 + 5000 = 187,950)