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Satoru JugoHyogakage
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Clan Specialty : Ninjutsu
Village : Kumogakure
Ryo : 0
FIGHT
Sat Jul 24, 2021 4:27 pm
“Ah… it’s time for the Academy.” muttered a young orange haired male while sat reading the contents of multiple blood line related books located at the Thunderpeaks campus. The Jugo had spent a large proportion of his days at the institution, having enrolled into the Academy, his priority was to read in the native tongue, a challenge that he quickly overcame. However, as he got more and more into reading, he couldn’t help but feel engrossed by the large array of books on offer at the campus.
Nevertheless, it was time to go to the academy. Most of the individuals in his class were around 10 years old except for a young man, one who was a few younger than the Jugo but a serial failure. In a village that worshipped power, failure was quite frowned upon to the extent where even the 10-year-olds made fun of his individual. Rumours would have one believe that the boy had failed the Genin exam more than 10 times, a feat that baffled the orange haired Jugo, nevertheless, he wasn’t one to judge, from the outside looking in, the Meijin seemed like a decent fella.
As he approached the Academy, the group of tiny 10-year-olds began making their way into Satorus class but before the Jugo could enter he was stopped by a proctor. “We’re doin’ sparrin’ today…” a grin slithered across the proctors face, “An’ since you and Kazuha are the weakest of my class, you two will be facing one another.”
Satoru arched a brow, responding to the instructions with a single nod. The teacher naturally tailed the Jugo into the classroom before announcing the sparring session to the wider audience. Before long, the room erupted into laughter, mockery, and the likes but it didn’t really phase Satoru. He was simply glad to have a place he could call home.
As the class quietened down, the group began making their way out into the courtyard where the students lined up to the eastern side of a sparring ground. The jugo paid little to no attention to the bickering that persisted as the young ones wagered as to who would win, instead, minding his own business, he continued to his designated position, awaiting the Kazuhas arrival.
WC - 374
Nevertheless, it was time to go to the academy. Most of the individuals in his class were around 10 years old except for a young man, one who was a few younger than the Jugo but a serial failure. In a village that worshipped power, failure was quite frowned upon to the extent where even the 10-year-olds made fun of his individual. Rumours would have one believe that the boy had failed the Genin exam more than 10 times, a feat that baffled the orange haired Jugo, nevertheless, he wasn’t one to judge, from the outside looking in, the Meijin seemed like a decent fella.
As he approached the Academy, the group of tiny 10-year-olds began making their way into Satorus class but before the Jugo could enter he was stopped by a proctor. “We’re doin’ sparrin’ today…” a grin slithered across the proctors face, “An’ since you and Kazuha are the weakest of my class, you two will be facing one another.”
Satoru arched a brow, responding to the instructions with a single nod. The teacher naturally tailed the Jugo into the classroom before announcing the sparring session to the wider audience. Before long, the room erupted into laughter, mockery, and the likes but it didn’t really phase Satoru. He was simply glad to have a place he could call home.
As the class quietened down, the group began making their way out into the courtyard where the students lined up to the eastern side of a sparring ground. The jugo paid little to no attention to the bickering that persisted as the young ones wagered as to who would win, instead, minding his own business, he continued to his designated position, awaiting the Kazuhas arrival.
WC - 374
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Re: FIGHT
Thu Jul 29, 2021 9:18 am
"...Such misfortune..."
Those were the lone words muttered by Kazuha Meijin. Hunched over a seat with his head faced downwards against the desk, it would prove to be quite the futile attempt to tune out the obnoxious voices of his peers. Alas, most of his peers were ten-year-olds who couldn't know how to shut up and enjoy the ambient noise of Kumogakure's zephyrs before class started. But, the fault lied in the misfortunate Kazuha. He was a 17-year-old young man in a class meant for young kids and preteens; it was already embarrassing enough that the Meijin signed up for the Academy at such an old age...but the fact that he failed his Genin Exam 23 times in a row and was STILL in this class was no longer an embarrassing part of his life - it was utterly disgraceful. Many would ask at this point of the young man's life, why he still continued to enroll and attend the Shinobi Academy after months and months of prolonged failure and shame. The young Meijin wished he could answer with something badass like "Because I'll never give up!!!" However, that was nothing more than wishful thinking. Before he enrolled in the Shinobi Academy, he left everything behind. His family, his career as a reluctant heir of an industry, and the very farm he was raised at - were nothing more than the storm that occurred that day to the resolved Kazuha - nonexistent. He left all of his seventeen years of living behind, so there was nothing to go back to. It wasn't that Kazuha wanted to pass - he needed to pass, lest he become a homeless bum in the middle of the streets. He didn't come to Kumogakure to suffer.
He came to the village to succeed.
Still hunched over his desk - staring at the window, the proctor would interrupt the Meijin's internal monologue, announcing to the whole class that there would be sparring today...but not only that, he and the other older man - Satoru Jugo would be sparring since they were by far - the weakest in class. A light sigh would escape the Meijin as once again, his ego would be under attack by the proctor's belittlement. But, he was used to it. Peering over to the aloof Jugo - Kazuha would gulp a little. "Hehe... I'm fucked." A single thought occurred to his mind, a sweatdrop and nervous grin coming soon after. A simple look at the Jugo told all he needed to know about the man. WELL above 6ft, an extremely muscular frame, AND badass tattoos on his body as well...you could tell that the man was on some type of gang shit...and the Meijin wasn't about that life.
The walk to the courtyard only took a few minutes but felt like hours to the spiritually suffering Kazuha. The insults and mocking from his younger peers didn't alleviate his nervousness in any form. This spar would most likely be an examination of Taijutsu; truth be told, Kazuha was actually pretty good at Taijutsu since his body was lean and muscular enough to work well with the styles Kumogakure taught. But, regardless of the meticulous skill Kazuha possessed...you can't beat a superior frame and a superior height. If there was any God, the Meijin needed him to win this fight.
Arriving at the courtyard, the students would line to the eastern side of a sparring ground where Satoru would assume his position first in the sparring area that was about 20 meters in total radius. He would stand 5 meters from the center of it. Kazuha - with shaky knees, jittery hands, and a comically dazed expression, hobbled over to his section of the sparring area. He would stand opposite to Satoru, also 5 meters away from the center, meaning that he was about 10 meters away from the Jugo at that time.
Kazuha - still scared out of his mind, would try to attempt a guarding stance. His hands were raised to chin level while being spaced out a few inches from each other as well as being parallel. His left hand was slightly in front of his right and but that was more by virtue of being right-handed dominant for better strikes. The Meijin's feet would closely mirror his hands, his left foot in front and pointing forward while his right foot was in the back, both shoulders with apart for decent stability. As much as he wanted to be badass with his stance...he was still jittery, so his stance shook around a lot as well from sheer nervousness. Nevertheless, the storm blue eyes of Kazuha met the steely bronze of Satoru.
"R-ready to s-scrap?"
WC: 875
Those were the lone words muttered by Kazuha Meijin. Hunched over a seat with his head faced downwards against the desk, it would prove to be quite the futile attempt to tune out the obnoxious voices of his peers. Alas, most of his peers were ten-year-olds who couldn't know how to shut up and enjoy the ambient noise of Kumogakure's zephyrs before class started. But, the fault lied in the misfortunate Kazuha. He was a 17-year-old young man in a class meant for young kids and preteens; it was already embarrassing enough that the Meijin signed up for the Academy at such an old age...but the fact that he failed his Genin Exam 23 times in a row and was STILL in this class was no longer an embarrassing part of his life - it was utterly disgraceful. Many would ask at this point of the young man's life, why he still continued to enroll and attend the Shinobi Academy after months and months of prolonged failure and shame. The young Meijin wished he could answer with something badass like "Because I'll never give up!!!" However, that was nothing more than wishful thinking. Before he enrolled in the Shinobi Academy, he left everything behind. His family, his career as a reluctant heir of an industry, and the very farm he was raised at - were nothing more than the storm that occurred that day to the resolved Kazuha - nonexistent. He left all of his seventeen years of living behind, so there was nothing to go back to. It wasn't that Kazuha wanted to pass - he needed to pass, lest he become a homeless bum in the middle of the streets. He didn't come to Kumogakure to suffer.
He came to the village to succeed.
Still hunched over his desk - staring at the window, the proctor would interrupt the Meijin's internal monologue, announcing to the whole class that there would be sparring today...but not only that, he and the other older man - Satoru Jugo would be sparring since they were by far - the weakest in class. A light sigh would escape the Meijin as once again, his ego would be under attack by the proctor's belittlement. But, he was used to it. Peering over to the aloof Jugo - Kazuha would gulp a little. "Hehe... I'm fucked." A single thought occurred to his mind, a sweatdrop and nervous grin coming soon after. A simple look at the Jugo told all he needed to know about the man. WELL above 6ft, an extremely muscular frame, AND badass tattoos on his body as well...you could tell that the man was on some type of gang shit...and the Meijin wasn't about that life.
The walk to the courtyard only took a few minutes but felt like hours to the spiritually suffering Kazuha. The insults and mocking from his younger peers didn't alleviate his nervousness in any form. This spar would most likely be an examination of Taijutsu; truth be told, Kazuha was actually pretty good at Taijutsu since his body was lean and muscular enough to work well with the styles Kumogakure taught. But, regardless of the meticulous skill Kazuha possessed...you can't beat a superior frame and a superior height. If there was any God, the Meijin needed him to win this fight.
Arriving at the courtyard, the students would line to the eastern side of a sparring ground where Satoru would assume his position first in the sparring area that was about 20 meters in total radius. He would stand 5 meters from the center of it. Kazuha - with shaky knees, jittery hands, and a comically dazed expression, hobbled over to his section of the sparring area. He would stand opposite to Satoru, also 5 meters away from the center, meaning that he was about 10 meters away from the Jugo at that time.
Kazuha - still scared out of his mind, would try to attempt a guarding stance. His hands were raised to chin level while being spaced out a few inches from each other as well as being parallel. His left hand was slightly in front of his right and but that was more by virtue of being right-handed dominant for better strikes. The Meijin's feet would closely mirror his hands, his left foot in front and pointing forward while his right foot was in the back, both shoulders with apart for decent stability. As much as he wanted to be badass with his stance...he was still jittery, so his stance shook around a lot as well from sheer nervousness. Nevertheless, the storm blue eyes of Kazuha met the steely bronze of Satoru.
"R-ready to s-scrap?"
WC: 875
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Re: FIGHT
Tue Aug 03, 2021 1:06 pm
Satoru stood motionless, with both hands in his pockets he observed the approaching Meijin. He had nothing against the young man, he was 5ft 10, considerably shorter than the Jugo. On top of that, he had failed the Genin Exam on countless occasions, his frame looked lean yet he appeared almost as if he lacked faith in himself. Briefly lowering his head, the Jugo reflected on his past. But a few months ago, he was in a similar position to that of the Meijin, he lacked faith in his ability and covered his entire body for months on end in fear of being poached like an animal.
He fought daily persevering for the sake of survival. His tattoos while appearing cool and diverse from a distance served as a reminder of his past. Up close, they simply concealed the assortment of deep tissue bruises, burns, scars and other means of torture that he had experienced as a child. Locking eyes with the Meijin, he couldn’t help but smile. Despite there being a small age gap between the students, he couldn’t help but related to the young man. With his smile came a toothy grin; he hoped to put the quivering 17-year-old at ease in the lead up to the fight.
The Jugo responded to the Meijins query into his readiness with a simple nod. Satoru couldn’t help but feel that the Meijin was disadvantaged in this match up. Satoru began advancing towards his foe at a slow and steady pace 10 speed while internally debating his plan of action.
As he advanced on Kazuha he couldn’t help but notice a sly grin on the proctors face. “It all makes sense now.” he thought to himself. One thing that the Jugo couldn’t quite understand was why he had been matched up against the Meijin, despite being among the weakest in the class, Satoru rarely participated in spars, he always opted to read books instead, very much devoid of the academic curriculum. However the instant he noticed the grin he pieced it all together. It was rumoured that the Meijin had failed his Genin Exam on a lot of occasions, Satoru couldn’t help but feel that the failure would reflect negatively on the students proctor especially in a village where the powerful are rightly worshipped.
Briefly nodding a couple of times, he figured that he was selected to beat the young man to the extent where he would be forced to quit the Academy, after all why else would you pair a foreigner of an unknown power level against statistically the weakest student in the class? Satoru wasn’t a bully; he wasn’t prepared to use his abilities to overpower the young man and so he decided to engage in a close quarters’ bout.
Before long he bridged the 10 or so meter gap to the Meijin. As he entered the one-meter range he flashed another smile followed by a “Play along.” before releasing a single right handed punch towards the young mans face. The punch looked incredibly menacing, flying through the air at 50 speed in the direction of the left side of the Meijins jaw but if it were to make contact, it would feel like nothing more than a punch from a small child. As series of “Oohs” and “Aahs” would come to echo into the area from the childish 10 year olds stood on the sidelines. In that moment, the Jugo would continue to drive the Meijins face by continuing to push his fist against the jaw to create the pretence of an explosive contact. Naturally, he left himself wide open in the hopes of an appropriate counterattack.
WC - 609
He fought daily persevering for the sake of survival. His tattoos while appearing cool and diverse from a distance served as a reminder of his past. Up close, they simply concealed the assortment of deep tissue bruises, burns, scars and other means of torture that he had experienced as a child. Locking eyes with the Meijin, he couldn’t help but smile. Despite there being a small age gap between the students, he couldn’t help but related to the young man. With his smile came a toothy grin; he hoped to put the quivering 17-year-old at ease in the lead up to the fight.
The Jugo responded to the Meijins query into his readiness with a simple nod. Satoru couldn’t help but feel that the Meijin was disadvantaged in this match up. Satoru began advancing towards his foe at a slow and steady pace 10 speed while internally debating his plan of action.
As he advanced on Kazuha he couldn’t help but notice a sly grin on the proctors face. “It all makes sense now.” he thought to himself. One thing that the Jugo couldn’t quite understand was why he had been matched up against the Meijin, despite being among the weakest in the class, Satoru rarely participated in spars, he always opted to read books instead, very much devoid of the academic curriculum. However the instant he noticed the grin he pieced it all together. It was rumoured that the Meijin had failed his Genin Exam on a lot of occasions, Satoru couldn’t help but feel that the failure would reflect negatively on the students proctor especially in a village where the powerful are rightly worshipped.
Briefly nodding a couple of times, he figured that he was selected to beat the young man to the extent where he would be forced to quit the Academy, after all why else would you pair a foreigner of an unknown power level against statistically the weakest student in the class? Satoru wasn’t a bully; he wasn’t prepared to use his abilities to overpower the young man and so he decided to engage in a close quarters’ bout.
Before long he bridged the 10 or so meter gap to the Meijin. As he entered the one-meter range he flashed another smile followed by a “Play along.” before releasing a single right handed punch towards the young mans face. The punch looked incredibly menacing, flying through the air at 50 speed in the direction of the left side of the Meijins jaw but if it were to make contact, it would feel like nothing more than a punch from a small child. As series of “Oohs” and “Aahs” would come to echo into the area from the childish 10 year olds stood on the sidelines. In that moment, the Jugo would continue to drive the Meijins face by continuing to push his fist against the jaw to create the pretence of an explosive contact. Naturally, he left himself wide open in the hopes of an appropriate counterattack.
WC - 609
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Village : Vagabonds
Ryo : 58000
Re: FIGHT
Wed Aug 11, 2021 5:02 pm
As Kazuha spoke his nervous words, he'd look up to see how his opponent was reacting to his statements...and what he saw, utterly bewildered him. "...He's smiling?" Even when the young Meijin was trying to intimidate - horribly failing but nevertheless - still trying to threaten the bigger man with a spar...the Jugo never changed frame. In fact, Satoru kept his toothy grin. Despite the intentions of Satoru, having someone not be afraid or even not have a reaction towards one's request of a fight, destroyed Kazuha's ego even more - if there was any left in the first place. Due to this, the last few words of the stormy-eyed teen trailed off in an even more pathetic display than what was initially projected. The Meijin was used to be seen as inferior towards his peers and even used to being looked down upon as borderline subhuman by the Shinobi Academy...but not once was an invitation to fight seen as an absolute joke. Even if the Jugo didn't intend for his grin to come off that way, well, Kazuha no longer felt to need to pull his punches.
Once Kazuha finished his sentence, the Jugo would nod before advancing at a casual speed towards the young man, letting the audience and his opponent view his behemoth of a body housing deep tissue bruising and scars at full display. As Satoru took his first few steps, Kazuha would gulp once more. His body stiffened, preparing for imminent combat; he didn't know how strong the man was physically, however, he didn't want to get knocked out by a single blow. Each step the man was like an earthquake to the Meijin. It would be easy to simply fall on the ground and call it quits...but the teen resolved himself to fight the behemoth that advanced mere meters away from him. He couldn't run. He couldn't hide. He just needed to fight.
As Satoru reached within a mere meter of the young Kazuha, his breathing would hitch as his legs shook in rhythm. He needed to land a hit, he needed to FIGHT-
“Play along.”
"Huh?" It was like lightning striking a tree. In a flash, a punch rushed towards the unguarded section of the Meijin's jaw on the left side, easily breaking through the visible holes in his guarding stance. The sudden expression, the sudden smile, and punch that sliced through the very atmosphere, all happened within mere moments...and for a failure of an Academy Student that was Kazuha, it was too fast for him to react. In an instant, the punch would collide with his jar, sending the Meijin flying through the air as loud chatter from the crowd would resound throughout the area. Even if the Jugo didn't intend for his punch to send the Meijin flying...he was dealing with a guy incompetent enough to fail the Genin Exams 23 times. Kazuha would tumble on the ground in a ridiculous fashion, flipping a few times in the air before his body slammed onto the sandy sparring area. As the Meijin lifted his head up, preparing to release a groan of anguish...yet, no pain arrived. The stormy-eyed boy expected that a punch of that caliber would have head-splitting pain...but it was nothing more than a bee sting at worst!
“Play along.” Those words resounded in his mind again as he lifted his head up. "...So that's what he meant..." A light smile appeared on the Meijin upon realization of what the Jugo was intending to do. The proctor was trying to destroy Kazuha's spirit by making him spar against the foreigner that just joined Kumogakure. If he lost the spar, then surely all of his determination and drive to pass his Genin Exams would end if he couldn't beat someone who was completely foreign to the art of shinobi. It was an effective way to make someone give up, but Kazuha would not falter. Even if the whole Academy wanted him to fail, he would shove it in their face when the time came. He didn't leave a life of boredom and solitude just to give up on his goal of becoming a shinobi. Slowly getting up while dusting the sand off of him, a grin would appear on his expression. The punch propelled him about 2 meters backward, making it so he was 3 meters away from Satoru. There were no need for stances, they were so close to each other anyway. If one peered through the eyes of the resolved young man, they could see a flash of lightning burst within the iris before instantly dissipating.
"What's wrong? Is that all you got?"
WC: 846
TWC: 1721
Once Kazuha finished his sentence, the Jugo would nod before advancing at a casual speed towards the young man, letting the audience and his opponent view his behemoth of a body housing deep tissue bruising and scars at full display. As Satoru took his first few steps, Kazuha would gulp once more. His body stiffened, preparing for imminent combat; he didn't know how strong the man was physically, however, he didn't want to get knocked out by a single blow. Each step the man was like an earthquake to the Meijin. It would be easy to simply fall on the ground and call it quits...but the teen resolved himself to fight the behemoth that advanced mere meters away from him. He couldn't run. He couldn't hide. He just needed to fight.
As Satoru reached within a mere meter of the young Kazuha, his breathing would hitch as his legs shook in rhythm. He needed to land a hit, he needed to FIGHT-
“Play along.”
"Huh?" It was like lightning striking a tree. In a flash, a punch rushed towards the unguarded section of the Meijin's jaw on the left side, easily breaking through the visible holes in his guarding stance. The sudden expression, the sudden smile, and punch that sliced through the very atmosphere, all happened within mere moments...and for a failure of an Academy Student that was Kazuha, it was too fast for him to react. In an instant, the punch would collide with his jar, sending the Meijin flying through the air as loud chatter from the crowd would resound throughout the area. Even if the Jugo didn't intend for his punch to send the Meijin flying...he was dealing with a guy incompetent enough to fail the Genin Exams 23 times. Kazuha would tumble on the ground in a ridiculous fashion, flipping a few times in the air before his body slammed onto the sandy sparring area. As the Meijin lifted his head up, preparing to release a groan of anguish...yet, no pain arrived. The stormy-eyed boy expected that a punch of that caliber would have head-splitting pain...but it was nothing more than a bee sting at worst!
“Play along.” Those words resounded in his mind again as he lifted his head up. "...So that's what he meant..." A light smile appeared on the Meijin upon realization of what the Jugo was intending to do. The proctor was trying to destroy Kazuha's spirit by making him spar against the foreigner that just joined Kumogakure. If he lost the spar, then surely all of his determination and drive to pass his Genin Exams would end if he couldn't beat someone who was completely foreign to the art of shinobi. It was an effective way to make someone give up, but Kazuha would not falter. Even if the whole Academy wanted him to fail, he would shove it in their face when the time came. He didn't leave a life of boredom and solitude just to give up on his goal of becoming a shinobi. Slowly getting up while dusting the sand off of him, a grin would appear on his expression. The punch propelled him about 2 meters backward, making it so he was 3 meters away from Satoru. There were no need for stances, they were so close to each other anyway. If one peered through the eyes of the resolved young man, they could see a flash of lightning burst within the iris before instantly dissipating.
"What's wrong? Is that all you got?"
WC: 846
TWC: 1721
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Re: FIGHT
Tue Aug 17, 2021 5:17 pm
The instant Satorus fist connected with the Meijins jaw, his facial expression shifted from a grin to an ‘O-shit’ kind of look as the Meijin flew off tumbling into the distance. His eyes widened, “Did I hit him that hard?” he thought as his eyes briefly darted to the proctor. The mans presence frustrated Satoru, he’d would much rather be fighting that pathetic excuse of a teacher but having familiarised himself with the laws of the land it was abundantly clear that he couldn't quite do that just yet. The village doctorines state that in order to challenge a superior, you must first succeed in entering the system of the Shinobi and that cannot be done without first graduating from the Academy.
Satoru had spent his first few months at the village couped up in the Thunder Peak campus. Some point throughout his time in the village he ran out of funds due to the inability to perform missions as an Academy Student. As a result, he spent most of his days and nights at the Campus, going as far as to learn the language, some of the history and the more advanced architecture of Chakra Manipulation.
The assortment of books allowed the Jugo to experiment with advanced modes of Chakra Manipulation, which in turn led to a unique discovery of an element the specifics of which he had kept to himself. He was proud of how much he had achieved since arriving at the village, but he knew that he still had to take big steps in the right direction and in order to do so he had to finally graduate from the academy.
Shifting his attention back to his opponent, he couldn’t help to smile as the boy began to show signs of resilience. The boy collected himself from the ground a mere 2 or 3 meters from the Jugo when a sudden burst of what appeared to be lightning flashed in the young mans eyes. It was Satorus first time experiencing this phenomenon, was it perhaps an offensive technique that the young man was keeping in his back pocket or was there more to it than that?
As the observes quietened down, the Jugo darted forward the speed of 10, his tattoo ridden face exposing a menacingly toothy grin. He dropped his centre of gravity by leaning forward, exposing his unprotected face and upper body to the young mans reach. As he began closing the gap, he raised his fists to his jaw. He used his left hand, the one concealed from the proctor but in clear view of the Meijin to gesture to his left cheek. With his head lowered, the Meijin would be able to land a very clear shot to the side of Satorus face.
The Jugos intention was to not drag this spar much further than he needed to while indirectly showing to the Meijin that he had faith in his abilities despite the countless academic failures. If Kazuha accepted the Jugos gesture and attacked his left cheek as the Jugo instructed, he would match the Meijins speed while releasing an offensive attack of his own aimed at the boys left cheek. The intent was for both attacks to connect simultaneously, his punch carrying a bit more force than his previous one to successfully sell the act to the proctor.
Satoru would allow the Meijins fist to connect with his face a second sooner than his own impact, just to ensure that he received some form of bruising before he sent the Meijin flying again. The instant the Meijins attack connected with the Jugo, the athletic inclined former carpenter would fly off his feet, and into the distance, landing on his back and head a dozen times before eventually coming to a stop in a slumped state. Satoru didn’t care for glory nor approval, especially not from some snide proctor and a set of annoying 10 year olds and so he would remain motionless, appearing unconscious on the ground, his clean attire now dirtied by the series of impacts he experienced.
This series of events would in turn make the Meijin the de facto winner of the bout, an outcome that would surely both frustrate and shock the proctor. Nevertheless, the Jugo didn’t plan to stay in the Academy after today so he couldn’t think of a better exit than one that motivated the career failure of a Meijin to finally succeed in his path to becoming a Shinobi.
WC - 743
Satoru had spent his first few months at the village couped up in the Thunder Peak campus. Some point throughout his time in the village he ran out of funds due to the inability to perform missions as an Academy Student. As a result, he spent most of his days and nights at the Campus, going as far as to learn the language, some of the history and the more advanced architecture of Chakra Manipulation.
The assortment of books allowed the Jugo to experiment with advanced modes of Chakra Manipulation, which in turn led to a unique discovery of an element the specifics of which he had kept to himself. He was proud of how much he had achieved since arriving at the village, but he knew that he still had to take big steps in the right direction and in order to do so he had to finally graduate from the academy.
Shifting his attention back to his opponent, he couldn’t help to smile as the boy began to show signs of resilience. The boy collected himself from the ground a mere 2 or 3 meters from the Jugo when a sudden burst of what appeared to be lightning flashed in the young mans eyes. It was Satorus first time experiencing this phenomenon, was it perhaps an offensive technique that the young man was keeping in his back pocket or was there more to it than that?
As the observes quietened down, the Jugo darted forward the speed of 10, his tattoo ridden face exposing a menacingly toothy grin. He dropped his centre of gravity by leaning forward, exposing his unprotected face and upper body to the young mans reach. As he began closing the gap, he raised his fists to his jaw. He used his left hand, the one concealed from the proctor but in clear view of the Meijin to gesture to his left cheek. With his head lowered, the Meijin would be able to land a very clear shot to the side of Satorus face.
The Jugos intention was to not drag this spar much further than he needed to while indirectly showing to the Meijin that he had faith in his abilities despite the countless academic failures. If Kazuha accepted the Jugos gesture and attacked his left cheek as the Jugo instructed, he would match the Meijins speed while releasing an offensive attack of his own aimed at the boys left cheek. The intent was for both attacks to connect simultaneously, his punch carrying a bit more force than his previous one to successfully sell the act to the proctor.
Satoru would allow the Meijins fist to connect with his face a second sooner than his own impact, just to ensure that he received some form of bruising before he sent the Meijin flying again. The instant the Meijins attack connected with the Jugo, the athletic inclined former carpenter would fly off his feet, and into the distance, landing on his back and head a dozen times before eventually coming to a stop in a slumped state. Satoru didn’t care for glory nor approval, especially not from some snide proctor and a set of annoying 10 year olds and so he would remain motionless, appearing unconscious on the ground, his clean attire now dirtied by the series of impacts he experienced.
This series of events would in turn make the Meijin the de facto winner of the bout, an outcome that would surely both frustrate and shock the proctor. Nevertheless, the Jugo didn’t plan to stay in the Academy after today so he couldn’t think of a better exit than one that motivated the career failure of a Meijin to finally succeed in his path to becoming a Shinobi.
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Re: FIGHT
Tue Aug 24, 2021 7:05 pm
With the fight out of the way, Satoru collected himself off the ground before making his way back into the Academy. The observers stood shocked and stunned at the events that had transpired. As the Jugo passed the proctor, he requested a Genin Exam to be performed at the Warmongers Arena. The ass hole rolled his shoulders stating that he would check before the Jugo decided to change his trajectory, heading towards the Thunder Peak Campus instead.
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Re: FIGHT
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