Tamago Kake Gohan [Open]

So far so good. This village seemed to have a high number of entertaining individuals that were taking up residency within it. He didn't mind most of them, especially given the fact that none of them seemed to be the emo depressive type. Still, he felt as though he had a long way to go if he wanted to become a proper utilizer of shinobi skills. But there was one thing he noted from his training in the academy that was weighing heavily over his head. Using swords and shit wasn't really up his ally. In fact, he was better off punching things in the face and shit. But not with his exposed hands... that just didn't feel right to him. No... if he could use his deep understanding of weaponry in conjunction with that taijutsu nonsense that he had heard about, he'd be able to double or even triple the offensive output that he already had. What better way to learn how to do all that punching and kicking than to go out to the advanced training facilities here in Tanbogakure. Though he found it odd that there was such a place here... given the whole guise of the village being that it was peaceful or some other bullshit.

He had entered this location wearing a loose-fitting gi that was white in color, with a white sash around his waist as well. He didn't remove his applewood sandals until he had already reached the center of this section of the training facility, which seemed to be an open clearing surrounded by stone constructs, mimicking the terrain of the land of stone. The best way to train Taijutsu was in a place that had lots of breakable objects in his opinion. With the large pillars it gave off vertically to the location as well, which he'd be able to focus on at a later point in time. On his back he had carried in a large bundle of rice straw, enough to look like he had been carrying around a bale of hay. He figured that if he was going to be forced to learn Taijutsu, he had better learn how to make his own weaponry to aid in such an affair. He wanted to use weapons that could be used conjunctively with hand-to-hand combat. So he'd have to rely on his creativity if he wanted to be successful. Slinging the pack off his back and onto the dirt before him, he knelt down. Looking around to see if he could see any familiar faces about the place.

"Way more people out here than I expected. Though looks like we are all spread out." He did note that the landscape seemed to not be entirely craggy, and that the simulation area that he had approached did have quite a bit of foliage and water past the larger pillar that he had passed while making his way to the center of the clearing. It catered to a lot of different training options, which meant that the likelihood that someone would conduct their training here was a lot higher than he had initially thought. Not that he had an issue with this, however. He guessed that anyone that came here to train was truly dedicated to self-improvement and was worthy enough to warrant some measure of respect. Still, he wanted to harden his body and his mind. This was going to be quite the painful experience, but after his meeting with the physician he knew it was important to dedicate himself to what he did best. He lacked a talent for chakra molding, he lacked a talent for chakra control. But he made up for that with his body. A body he honed through years of hard labor. "Whelp, we might as well start."

He began to weave the various rice straw stocks together, having made several sleeping apparatuses with the material before. Many people didn't realize the sheer advantage that Tanbogakure had on it's hand given that it had access to rice straw, which was a byproduct that came from harvesting rice paddies. Having been a farmer in his youth, he knew that the material was highly versatile in and of itself. While it probably didn't take a genius to know that it could be used to feed animals or to be used in fertilizer, many likely lacked the knowledge that the material was rather sturdy when manipulated properly. One could make paper from or it use it to create ropes of varying sizes. That was the goal that Hanzo had in mind today, making long enough ropes that he could use to wrap around his hands, so that he could make a weapon using the very material of the land that he now called home. He could always use different coating in the future if he wanted to advance the quality of his ropes. But for now, a generic construction would do him well. It would take him some time to get it done, so it was probably best to socialize in the meantime. If such a thing was even possible.

At the very least, for now, he'd be able to infuse the straw with his chakra once he completed the build. He knew the fundamentals of such a maneuver at the very least.

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Stats

• Health 100
• Chakra 10
• Vigor 30
• Speed 30
• Strength 30

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Active Jutsu

• None
• Total AP subtracted is 0 AP

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Total Post WC 884
Total WC 884
Total WC Needed 00,884/15,376

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Active Skills
None.

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Claims

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Things to be Learned:

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Tagged

• @Asahi Yagami

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Working the material wasn't that hard, he only needed to worry about the timing and the pace of his braids. Making rope was a skill set that was useful on any farm, so it was a good thing that he had humble beginnings. Still, his concentration was key and much to his dismay his concentration was broken the moment that he had heard a thug in the dirt about four feet away from his current location. Landing directly in front of the man whom was still squatting down to work on the fibers. His eyes would flick up for a moment as he stared blankly at the offending instrument. His expression was muted and seemed to be lacking in readability. Unless a person could read minds, he did a good job of not reacting to the projectile. But his mind was starting to register what had just occurred. He almost got shot.

Almost immediately did his thoughts enter into a state of supreme panic.What in the fucking fuck shit did I almost fucking die and didn't even have a chance to react? Oh, my fucking god I don't want to die who the fuck is trying to kill me? Did I sleep with someone's wife recently? No... no not recently, please god spare m-. His eyes would trace around the location until he picked up on the newcomer, a man with a woman's face. Or at least he figured it was a man due to the flatness of the individual's chest. He'd look them over momentarily before continuing to whittle away at the rice straw that he had gathered. He'd then look over towards the man with a smirk on his face. "Ah... I remember you from the spa. I thought you were a woman, not going to lie." He spoke with confidence.

"The name is Hanzo, it's a pleasure to meet you. I didn't peg you for a bow user. Though that would explain the exes. Stronger fingers amirite?" He'd jest before looking at what his fellow shinobi was wearing. It was a very practical outfit, but the thing that stood out most to him was the ninjato. Was this guy also a bukijutsu user? If so then that was great, he was trying to find someone else whom was steeped in the artform like he was. There were many shinobi who used weapon tools in their everyday lives but not many of them were willing to dedicate themselves to the craft like Hanzo was. "So... you know how to use that thing or is just for aesthetics?" He figured that it would be a good idea to discuss what this guy was good at. Good way to learn about people was asking questions.

Looking down at his construct, he took two of the longest ropes that he had made and draped one over his left shoulder while the other was held in his right hand. He'd raise up fully and hold out his left hand, beginning to wrap the rope around his forearm as he listened to whatever his contemporary had to say. The thing was, making these weapons wasn't an exact science. He still needed to pour his chakra into the ropes. Which he began to do, steadily so that they would harden and become attuned to his body. He was not like most of the other users of weaponry. He liked the simplicity that came with weapon combat. But the idea he had gone forward would require a bit of ingenuity. Good thing his uncle was a blacksmith. Still, it would take just a little bit longer and then he'd be finished finally.

"Not going to lie, I am impressed you're diversifying your skillset."

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Stats

• Health 100
• Chakra 10
• Vigor 30
• Speed 30
• Strength 30

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Active Jutsu

• None
• Total AP subtracted is 0 AP

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Total Post WC 618
Total WC 1,502
Total WC Needed 01,500/15,376

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Active Skills
None.

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Claims

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Post Information

Things to be Learned:

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Tagged

• @Asahi Yagami

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He appreciated the sense of humor that the pretty man seemed to have. It was always a gamble when interacting with these folks from villages. He hadn't been the most couth of men, often getting into shouting matches with children, but when he was invested into something he tended to aim to make sure he did as little as possible to jeopardize the experience. He was aware, however, that certain circumstances were attached to last night that would have made it easy to forget that Hanzo was even there. Primarily his trying to get into that thick blonde's undergarments. He was a man who knew what he wanted. Right now, he wanted to see the skills that this beauty supposedly possessed. So there had to be something that he could learn from him. Oftentimes you could tell if a person was strong merely by how they appeared, how they carried themselves.

Hanzo studied this man closely, religiously, every single muscle twitch and fiber that was showcased would be recorded as a finely woven tapestry deep in the annuls of his mind. Being situated into the most detailed depths of his innermost thoughts. He was studying the man's actions to see if there would be any merit to learning his techniques. Of course, there was nothing that he could do with the first maneuver, but it was impressive. He had long since decided that he was going to abandon his pursuit of swords. It seemed as though any random hillbilly fuck could just pick up a legendary weapon and match him. So, what was the point in investing so much time into learning how to use one. At least in his own opinion, such a route was no longer feasible. No longer on the cards for one such as mighty Hanzo Kurokawa.

Hanzo's attention was immediately enthralled by the second technique on display however. It was a parry of sorts, something that he felt that he could utilize in his arsenal with rather high levels of proficiency should the situation call for it. It allowed the young faux cyclops to wonder if such a thing could be taught to him if he had asked. He still wanted to utilize weapons, it was the reason that he was spending his time making these handwraps. But apply his knowledge to these wraps could be done later. For now he went ahead and took the ropes of his arms and wrapped it around his waist, making an ornate rope belt while he watched the shinobi across form him seemingly get ready to do another motion. Was it another technique that he'd be able to utilize? Perhaps so, if things worked out the way he thought.

That shaping of chakra seemed familiar to him... it was that one technique. The one called Flying Swallow. He had read up about it in that book he purchased from the store not too long ago. It was a technique that required the usage of chakra infusion in order to make an offensive chakra aura around a weapon. He didn't know how to do that technique, but this technique seemed far more potent than what he had read about. He'd have to ask about it later, the first thing he needed to address was the knitting comment. It didn't offend him, but it was humorous never the less. "You've got skills, I can tell you're quite the scary guy. As for my knitting though, I am just making ropes. Ropes are plenty useful for tying people up, or hurting them if you have chakra infusion. Nothing like a good rope trap."

"That technique... was that flying swallow? You know how to do that? Could you teach me that... or whatever it was you just did?" He didn't want to sound ungrateful for the showcase he just witnessed, "...  And what is the likelihood you'd be able to teach me that parrying maneuver, or was it a deflect? I don't know the difference." He seemed somewhat excited given the smile on his face and the shift in his tone. He was truly someone who was fascinated by weaponry as a whole. "Oh! Do you know how to make adjustments when using your weapons. If so, could you teach me that as well? I am very interested in learning, especially since it seems like you know what the hell you're doing." He hoped he wasn't piling things onto this new acquaintance, but the best way to bond with someone in his opinion was to train with one another. He'd pull out a kunai from his pouch, gripping it tightly.

"Might be easier if I knew how to sense chakra in all honesty, haha." Showing he could do the basics of chakra infusion. There was no guarantee that he'd be taught anything from this fellow shinobi, but Hanzo was the kind of man that always paid his debts. There were so many things about the ninja world that seemed foreign to him in concept. He wasn't the kind of guy that found learning the techniques easy. The fact that there were many children walking around the village who had the same skill level that he did wasn't boding well on his psyche as well. "Sorry to ask so much of you, I am a big time lover of weapons. I have been making them for a long time, my uncle was a blacksmith, so I know a thing or two about crafting tools and weapons. It's something I'm pretty proud about."

He knew that Asahi hadn't asked him about his past. It was a very random bit of knowledge to drop onto someone, but he could see that this man liked weapons. He wondered if he also knew how to smith. Perhaps he did, which would have been a relief. It was an art form that many struggled with, and at times the merit of which could be seen as diminishing. But if there were to be any kind of exchange of knowledge. That would be something that he could offer the gorgeous androgynous samurai. Blacksmithing knowledge. Proper knowledge at least.

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Stats

• Health 100
• Chakra 10
• Vigor 30
• Speed 30
• Strength 40

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Active Jutsu

• None
• Total AP subtracted is 0 AP

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Total Post WC 1,019
Total WC 2,521
Total WC Needed 02,521/15,343

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Active Skills
None.

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Claims

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Things to be Learned:

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Tagged

• @Asahi Yagami

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Hearing about Asahi's father, although only for a brief moment, helped Hanzo sympathize with the elegant creature standing before him. He could only speculate due to the use of the past-tense that Asahi's old man was no longer amongst the living. If so, then he could relate wholeheartedly. His father taught him little though, it was his uncle that he missed the most. Still, he listened carefully to the newfound acquaintance. Listening to how he dismissed the term of chakra and instead denoted it as Ki. It did make a lot of sense that different practitioners would have different names for the same energy sources. So he wasn't exactly caught off guard by the revelation. Still, however, he did his best to follow along with the explanations provided. When it came to sensing chakra, he was still a little on the fence about it. It was a simple thing, no? If he could relate to the heart of his weapon and pour himself into it, then other abstract concepts could be achieved in a similar manner. He figured it wouldn't hurt to practice. He tried to focus on the people around him, letting his awareness heighten, but nothing happened.

Though nothing came from it initially, he figured it was a good idea to pour every ounce of himself into his training. At the very least it would allow him the chance to flourish by the end of it. He only spoke when asking if he was doing something right or wrong. Making the adjustments as needed as Asahi ran him through the individual sections of the training. One thing that he noticed almost immediately from the start of the training, however, was that this was not the way that he had seen ninja train. He wasn't being given the same kind of lessons that were common to a shinobi. Though given his limited time from back in the academy, this wasn't as big of a surprise as he might have made it out to be. This was something that he seemed to have a knack for, however. Training in unconventional ways to develop the skills needed to make him successful. From what he could tell thus far Asahi was a good teacher. He could likely lead a squad of impressionable genin to great success if he put himself into it. But Hanzo wasn't sure what the man's ambitions were.

All Hanzo happened to have been his kunai, so mimicking the hand movements perfectly was a bit of an issue but he did his best with what he had. He figured any of the fundamentals that he learned here could be transferred into another format later. That being anything that he chose to do now could just be applied to another weapon given the fact that he was not going to be learning anything related to things only sharp weapons could do. Still, this training was a bit off to the man. Why did it seem more like religious work than hard labor? He supposed if he thought about it too closely then things would just prove to be inconvenient in the long run. These skillful and graceful actions didn't seem to suit him very much. But Hanzo loved to be impractical, especially given the fact that he was determined to use his natural strength in a manner that most wouldn't. He strived to be unique no matter what he did. Primary reason he wanted to learn how to do these fancier things. That way, when he did put his back into an attack, it wasn't until the last possible moment. His sensory training went well at least, he was able to notice someone nearby.

Eventually, he'd come to a stop, though he wasn't huffing due to not exactly being tired yet. "Yeah a break sounds good." He spoke in a very casual manner as he popped a squat right there and crossed his legs. Listening intently to his newfound comrade without making much of a fuss on his end. He reached into the large bale of hay looking rice straw and pulled out a water bottle that he had stashed inside of it, opening the top and pressing it to his lips as he watched Asahi with intention. He wasn't quite sure what the over-all purpose of this line of questioning was, but it wasn't anything that he registered as rude. Hanzo was rude. So to him this was just a normal thing to ask.  "Haha, I was a standout actually, since I just graduated the academy a few weeks ago. Big as guy like me definitely doesn't fit into a class of small children." It was true, the man was a six feet three inches tall, so he wasn't a short person by any stretch of the imagination. Couple that with the sheer size that he harbored and it was surely a sight to behold him in person. Not that he was the tallest person in the world, but his height was impressive.

"I got this big and strong from being a slave man, that shit will get ya strong if you're at least well fed." it was the truth of the matte rat least. The man was used to hard work. That was why he did all the dumb shit around the village that no one else wanted to do. Or at least, they only did temporarily in preparation to do harder missions. He'd pause for a moment before directing a question towards Asahi. "Ya said ya ain't been taught how to be a sneak-sneak properly though, so what are you? Samurai?" He'd listen to the answer before looking over towards the individual that he had sensed earlier. A large smile on his face all the while. "Ah... looks like ya got a fan Asahi-kun." He joked as he rose his eyebrow. Seemed this person wanted to learn some of Asahi's tricks of the trade. It wasn't his place to step in. But he commented regardless. "Do as ya will.." He showcased that he wasn't against the idea of having a third person join their little training party. The training was a spontaneous thing either way.

He did find the young man to be a little disrespectful, however. The fact that this newcomer didn't exactly say anything specific to Hanzo, didn't even compliment him on his training from earlier either despite watching. Well that was really fucking offensive to Hanzo. Perhaps he ought to break the kid's jaw? No. He wasn't a bandit anymore. He was a man of immense class now. The kind of person that would wear a perfumed yukata if an opportunity presented itself. Yes, he wasn't that same impulsive teenager that he had been in the past. But he was interested in what this young man was talking about. "Da fuck is a wolf temple?" He had never heard of such a thing before. Granted, Hanzo didn't know much about being a ninja, a samurai or an assassin. So as far as he was aware, this had to be some more samurai nonsense. He decided to reach into his hay-stack again, pulling out a small book about Jutsu, flipping through it alphabetically. "Imma watch ya do whatever this is. Break ain't long enough."

(For continuity in this thread, Hanzo is not a big muscle-head yet. He is just effeminate, thuggish and tall.)

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Stats

• Health 200
• Chakra 15
• Vigor 30
• Speed 30
• Strength 100

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Active Jutsu

• None
• Total AP subtracted is 0 AP

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Total Post WC 1,209
Total WC 3730
Total WC Needed 03730/16494

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Active Skills
None.

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Claims

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Post Information

Things to be Learned:

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Tagged

• @Asahi Yagami
• @Hayato Yuki

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