Training Day

Raikur was preparing for whatever Quinn was about to teach him next, but was quickly disturbed by the newcomer Shinobi, who seemed hell bent on making some noise. After all the usual nonsense and bad mouthing that he had been spouting since he arrived, he actually mentioned something quite interesting. "Oh? The two of you are going to be team mates? Well that is quite interesting, I am sure that Quinn will enjoy that greatly." He so sorely wished that he could hear whatever Quinn was thinking about this, although he was sure he would hear it soon enough.

Raikur sighed as the newcomer began to focus his attention on the young Shokku once more, getting slightly agitated that he had to deal with him once more. It seemed as if he wanted to fight not with Quinn, who likely would have wiped the floor with him, but with Raikur himself. Perhaps he thought that the boy would be an easy target, someone that he could show off against in front of his new team mate? Well then he would make sure to teach him a very quick lesson. Raikur was not the most experienced of fighters just yet, but he knew what to do against those who had more physical strength than himself.

Right before Mubu launched himself into the air with a speed of 25, Raikur saw his opportunity and acted with a speed of 90 (enhanced by the Total Concentration Breathing technique), holding his blunt tanto to the side as he pulled out a single senbon from the pouch at his hip. He immediately infused this senbon with his chakra, as he had just learnt how to do from Quinn, this increased the damage and health of the weapon by 10 points. With his superior speed, Raikur would throw the senbon directly at his opponent, once again at max speed (90). Unless Mubu had some sort of technique fast enough to counter this, he would take 55 damage as the senbon pierced his shoulder, with Raikur making sure that no serious and lasting damage would come from it.

This would occur as Quinn made their comments about a way to readjust one's position in mid air, something that Raikur acknowledged as he moved. He would definitely be using that skill later. As Mubu jumped no more than two meters off the ground, this gave Raikur the opportunity to dash forward at max speed, attempting to whack Mubu on the head with the flat side of his blunt tanto. This attack would cause no damage, as Raikur had no intention of attempting to causing any head injuries in their spar. The young Shokku would then take not of the landing position that his opponent would appear ath.

Following this attack, Raikur would continue moving forward at maximum speed, turning to face his opponent and leaving no less than 10 meters between them, resulting in the two of them switching places. Raikur would then raise his tanto in front of him in a defensive stance, before calling out to Quinn. "It seems as if our training will have to wait a moment." He would then wait a moment to allow his opponent the opportunity to ready himself once more, however, Raikur felt a shift in his body as he did this.

His breathing returned back to normal as his enhancer wore off, returning him to his original abilities. No matter though, as Raikur wanted to fight this newcomer on equal footing. "So I still have no idea who you are exactly, care to introduce yourself?"

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Combat Stuff:

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WC: 631
TWC (Minus claims made): 2,877(1,039)

As Mubu was locked in his mid-air jump towards Raikur, he couldnt help but to smile. He knew the young genin in front of him would not resist going full force to showcase his abilities, as it was so common amongst boy his age to show power to compensate their fragile ego and self worth. He knew this was gonna sting, but he went for it anyway, as a way to get to know what his fellow Otogakure shinobi could do. After all, if he was to either go against them in a more serious matter, or if he needed to team up with them, he wanted to know what their true abilities were, and he also wanted to feel alive, adrenaline and pain, as he was a weird individual who enjoyed all of those... in a reasonable dose of course!


As the ninja in front of him gathered his strength with his breathing, he pulled a senbon from his leg pouch and even infused it. ''What an intense kid! Charging up like he reallllyyyy wanted to maim me!'' tought to himself Mubu, gasping a bit by the suprise of the level of violence his opponent was going to, since it was only a training setting after all, and Mubu himself only went for a kick and said previously he wanted to spar with the kid, not actually fight with weapons, otherwise he would have brought his puppets to dance too.  


As The senbon came flying towards Mubu at incredible speed, he knew he wouldnt be able to dodge, and so took it upon himself to at least react and put his hand open directly in front of the projectile, as to ''catch'' it by it shoving itself trough his hand. The long needle pierced his flesh and palm, half of each side sticking out of each side of his hand. Blood came splatering onto the ground of the accademy gymnasium, and on the arm of Mubu too, dripping all across his hands and fingers. Mubu didnt usher a single sound of suffering, as if he wasnt phased by the injury, even tho it evidently hurted and injured him a lot. Raikur having swiftly changed place, him and Mubu had mirrored their original position, now taking the place their opponents started at. 


As Mubu landed, his hand was tense and covered with blood, his fingers all crisp and stiff from the throbbing pain he felt into his hand, and the warmth of the blood on his skin. 


''whoooaah there man... don't you know what a spar is ? ever heard of fist fights?'' said Mubu, half laughing off the pain. At the same time he was saying that and laughing, he was looking with a verry unhinged look, eyes wide open and never blinking, into the eyes of Raikur, grining and raising his injured hand to face level, as to show what he was about to do. With his other hand, Mubu slowly removed the needle from his injury, blood squirting from the wound. He didnt broke eye contact, and looked at raikur all the while removing it.


''Well I guess a certain someone is pretty intense, aren't we ? ahahah! That hurt quite a lot. And wowee, you are fast as hell! Thats some awesome learning right there.'' smiled Mubu, looking at his pierced hand leaking blood, and throwing the senbon onto the hard concrete floor.

-DINK DINK ding ding dign dign dign -

''Eaaassy now, alright ? you proved your point! My name is Mubu Otsunatō by the way. And you Are indeed a very good ninja. Im happy to have such heroes and unhesitant killers like that by my side in the hidden sound! Wow do I feeeel secure!'' said in a calm and suave deep voice, his usual tone back to normal again as he bandaged his hand to prevent blood loss.


The pain in his hands made him feel alive like too rarely things did. It awakened his crazy side, the maniac, who almost seemed psychopathic and so careless he even seemed suicidal. But nonetheless, he removed the senbon from his hands and composed himself to get back to a more diplomatic and polite attitude, wanting to nonetheless learn from his trip here to the Advanced Training facility. It was after all his main reason to be here, and this incident was but extra fun and folds to the event.


''Now that this is out of the way and that the young man here proved to be far more suprising and entertaining than expected, could I ask humbly to you, Forgemaster, to show me how to release from genjutsu ? i've heard such techniques could even be learned without using handseals. I must say, I am quite interested! Would you please?''  Asked in a confidant tone and still suave and deep voice Mubu to Quinn.

Witnessing the almost murder of the young Mubu at the hands of Raikur, Quinn took note of the sly tactic the young shinobi took against the bombastic genin. A swift senbon was drawn and flung with incredible precision and Quinn paid the price to watch it all occur. The skills and weaknesses of the two was obvious, both Raikur and Quinn identified that they raw physical prowess of the two shadowed over Mubu's strengths at this time. There was plenty to gauge the info off of as Raikur's stance leading to the rather confident leap of Mubu indicated as such. Letting out a sigh, Quinn would point the bat at Raikur as commentary soon began to come out of the Forgemaster's mouth, "Careful. Bloody messes hard to clean." With moving the bat's direction to the blunt tanto in hand. "My forge's work. Specially requested. Satoshi's desire. Training with proper weight. Keep in mind."

Turning to the direction of Mubu who graciously took the hit like a champ definitely seemed to suffer hard from the decision to let the senbon hit a smaller target but one that was equally important. "Careful on hits." Quinn approached the young genin and left an open stance be presented with the bat still in hand. Pulling out what looked like general cloth wraps, the Forgemaster began to lecture the young guy, likely to his own expectation met by Quinn's forwardness. "Hands are important. Damaged hands can't work. Leave weaponry in. Bleeding out not good." Handing over the clothes for Mubu to at least wrap up the hand so he would not bleed over the floor of the really new, and relatively clean, Advanced Training Facility of Otogakure. If taken, Mubu would see that they're not medical quality but were able to be used to at least put pressure on the wound so it would not bleed so profusely. If not, Quinn would give a rather unamused and dismissing stare at the young man, probably reminiscent of other stares he had garnered in the past though they would not be aware of this was the case, it was just an assumption made.

Given the options that Mubu presented, Quinn bent over to grab the senbon and tossed it at Raikur before moving roughly 5 meters away from the 'Purple Flash of Otogakure' that Quinn would jokingly make the name of Raikur in their head. "Genjutsu Release. Yes can be done. No handeals or with. Think of a stick. That's your Chakra. Snap it. Use Tiger." They said towards Mubu, showing the one handed seal, then the two hand seal formation, then held the bat in one hand with exposing their other. Giving an exaggerated blink, Quinn demonstrated all that they felt the young Mubu would likely need. Seeing the physical prowess of the young genin lacking, Quinn made an educated guess that the young shinobi was more gifted in the arts of other techniques of shinobi. Likely Ninjutsu, Genjutsu, or some other mystical form. Turning to Raikur, "Throw at me." With the bat and 5 meters away, Quinn seemed confident in whatever they were likely to showcase next to the physically blessed teenager in front of them.

In preparation for the potential of the senbon being thrown, Quinn's stand was still lax and yet focused. Their eyes matching and locked into Raikur's, would they move, the Forgemaster's stance matched as best they could to the genin, looking to maintain 5 meter. "Simple throw. Nothing special. Demonstration. Not a spar." Quinn furthered indicated as they knew they were at their limit and if pressed would need to dismiss the challenge due to overexertion already of the older shinobi. Quinn was not as spry as the other two, and thankfully was aware of it. "Fighting. Sparring. Challenges. Does not matter. Know your limits. Almost at mine." They added letting out a sigh. Should the two focus their thoughts on Quinn's movements, they were simpler, smaller, reserved compared to other grandiose motions they made earlier. "Awareness. Saves. Lives." the Forgemaster included showing now adjustment to the open stance for Raikur to throw the senbon now at the eldest of the group.

Quinn recognized and voiced concerns they witnessed from the group towards the two. Raikur seemed to have a good head on his shoulders and Mubu, albeit not the personality Quinn anticipated from a shinobi, did too. Being in a team with Mubu would mean that Quinn would likely be an aid to the young man in some fashion, likely as a physical combatant to aid in his survivability. There was much to learn and showcase to the two and the Forgemaster happily abliged their interests. Sharing and teaching was a huge part of what it meant to be a shinobi of Otogakure from Quinn's understanding. From Satoshi, to Zidane, to Guren, to Kaito, all seemed to lean on each other to grow and develop the village and the clans equally reflected that sentiment. Quinn hoped to allow the two young shinobi to lean on them and their experience and understanding to stand taller than them even within the growth of the village.

(+20 AP from no strenuous actions from the previous post or this one.)

WC: 855, TWC: 4,325

As Raikur moved forward with his senbon, his eyes widened as he watched Mubu put his hand out to block the projectile. What in the hell is he doing? He could lose function in his damn hand! He thought to himself as he watched his sparring partner react. He understood that sometimes it was simply a common reaction to place one's hand in the way of danger, especially when out of options, but a shinobi's hands were some of the most important body parts. Although at the very least, Mubu did not seem too fazed by the strike, which was a positive sign, the last thing Raikur wanted to do was permanently injure his fellow Oto Shinobi.

He raised an eyebrow as his sparring partner spoke after landing, it appeared that he had not been expecting the use of weapons. The look on his face made Raikur thought that he may have accidentally caused some lasting damage, but that it was not physical, although this may simply be how his fellow Shinobi had always been. "It appears that the two of us were raised with different definitions of sparring. I am a Shinobi that specialises in the arts of Ninjutsu and Bukijutsu, also known as the mastery of weapons. Unfortunately, I would not provide any use as a sparring partner with just my fists. I did aim the senbon for a non vital part of your shoulder, but I guess it would be hard to judge that in the middle of a jump. Hang on are you about to pull that straight ou- Oh, fair enough..." He even decided to remove the senbon straight away, without checking to see if it was safe to do so, he WAS an interesting fellow.

Sighing for a moment, he continued, "As a friendly piece of advice, from one Otogakure Shinobi to another, it is best not leap in the air at an opponent if you do not have the means to avoid any attacks while doing so. It leaves you open for dangerous attacks mid leap. I would recommend a technique that is easy to use, such as the Taijutsu technique known as Acrobatic Recovery, it could save your life in such a situation." There was no mockery in Raikur's voice, the two of them may have not begun their acquaintanceship on the best of terms, but he was still a fellow Oto Shinobi, and Raikur wanted to make sure he could help whenever possible.

Quinn spoke up next about the importance of a Shinobi's hands, Raikur nodded slightly as they spoke. "Indeed. It may be a force of habit to defend with your hand when you are out of options, but remember that our hands are almost always needed when performing and casting Jutsu. If you can use a different body part to take the hits, without receiving any life threatening damage, I would recommend doing that instead."

Mubu actually complemented Raikur's ability to learn quickly from Quinn, which the young Shokku actually agreed with. He was surprised at how quickly the odd blacksmith had been able to impart their knowledge onto him, it was something about the unusual and direct approach that they took that made it easy for Raikur to grasp their teaching. Raikur suppressed a chuckle at his training partner's following introduction and statement. He bowed his head briefly, "It is good to meet you Mubu, I hope I have not caused any lasting damage. If it makes you feel any better, your life will never be in danger should we fight, you are a fellow Oto Shinobi after all."

Raikur was slightly surprised that Mubu seemingly wanted an end to their spar already, but understood that the two of them may not be the most compatible of partners. He took a more relaxed stance and shifted his focus over to Quinn instead, as Mubu did the same. It was a good thing that he did so, as the blacksmith had picked up his senbon and tossed it to him, giving Raikur a second to grab it before it pierced his own body. That could have been embarrassing... He thought to himself in humour.

He made sure to listen as Quinn explained the mechanics of using the Genjutsu Release ability, something that he would no doubt have to learn to survive future battles. There was an abundance of Shinobi who utilised Genjutsu in the Shinobi world, the Uchiha clan for one were notorious for their proficiency with it. Normally, Raikur would assume that such a clan would not venture anywhere near Otogakure, but there were two Uchiha in his team already, so he decided that assumptions were better left ignored.

Quinn's next instruction was to throw his senbon at them, he wondered what would be coming next. Raikur assumed that the bat Quinn was holding likely had something to do with it. The two of them made eye contact for a moment, with Raikur decided to stay in place as they were no longer sparring. He was about to throw it before Quinn made a request to keep it simple, which was understandable, Raikur may have spooked them slightly with his earlier display in combat. Sadly, the young Shokku had only ever been taught in high risk situations, his foul father had never been gentle when 'training' Raikur.

It appeared that Quinn was also reaching their limit and Raikur did not want to injure another training partner, this was confirmed with Quinn's following statement. Nodding, Raikur would throw the senbon at Quinn, aiming for their upper abdomen, away from any vitals in case they did not react in time. He threw the projectile with a speed of 10, just to be safe and to allow Quinn enough time to react, but also enough for the senbon to avoid clattering to the ground before it reached its target. He watched intently as it sailed through the air.

Although he may have upset one of his partners, Raikur was enjoying this training session. He had learnt so much already and had even been able to meet two more of his fellow Shinobi while doing it. He looked forward for what else was to come.

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WC: 1,033
TWC (Minus claims made): 3,910 (2,072)

Mubu was now feeling more alive than ever in a long time, and it helped him concentrate. As he shifted his attention on the  teachings of the forgemaster, he could still feel the pulsating sting up his hand, both cold from the blood missing from it, and warm from the blood on his skin. Nonetheless, he chuckled at that feeling, knowing it was no lasting injury. Indeed, even tho his sparing partner and the older ninja told the same things about his hand, Mubu was not an idiot, as he was already aware of it. He aimed the senbon to get into his hands sure, but he specifically chose a soft point of his hands where bones would only move aside and only flesh would be pierced, leaving only a scar and no injuries, making sure no nerves or other important parts were unharmed. As the black garbed ninja thank Mubu for his presentation, the colorfull ninja replied: ''Well its my pleasure to meet you too. ohhh but i'm not worried about dying by your hand trust me ahaha! In fact, I quite like the sting you gave me, makes me feel alive you see ? Don't worry about our little match ending too soon for your liking, we'll get a rematch one day and i'll show the tricks up my sleeves too ahahaAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHHAHA!'' laughed Mubu, seemingly half gone and insane with his maniacal laugh. Other than that, Mubu was really strange, seeming calm and cool, almost too cool, other than his grinning smile and outburst of laughter. Its as if he was a suave and cool individual, but touched by insanity itself.

After than, the training got back to the priority of each, and they each stop talking to watch the forgemaster show techniques of genjutsu release, and techniques of fighting with weapons. Those later didnt interest Mubu personnaly, but nonetheless he watched, waiting for them to shift their attention back to him, either to ask questions or to learn together again.

This training session was about time to wrap up. Quinn reaching their limits would showcase one more skill that Raikur, and hopefully Mubu, could find a use for in the future, Deflect. As chakra coated the bat that Quinn had picked up and put some effort into its use, their focus was on the motions that Raikur had presented before but thankfully not nearly as dangerous. This was a presentation and not inherently anything more. For the Forgemaster turned teacher, the two other genin that stood far from Quinn would observe some deeper breaths by the older genin. Still learning their own limits, Quinn mentally cursed at their more eager side to showcase their abilities as compared to the other two. As someone who was older, they found difficulty gauging others and their intent and interests. At this time, Quinn considered only Satoshi as a more familiar acquaintance than a full friend at this time, Zidane too even.

Chakra flared once more around the bat as the senbon neared the Blacksmith as a solid swing would motion from Quinn mirror the style of an awkward one-handed batter. As unorthodox as it was, the senbon connected with the bat and shattered upon impact as small shards of metal flared out around them. Quinn blinked a couple of times before looking at the destroyed weapon. [Per basic Senbon, 20 HP, Raikur's thrown/sharp impact is 35. Clashes with Deflect, debuffing power to 15 (20 HP) VS Bat (presuming 25 HP cause sturdy item)] Quinn looked at Raikur, smiling and scratching the back of their head. "Whoops. I'll make new batch. Just for you." They chimed, looking at the pieces before wondering if there were cleaning supplies for shrapnel senbon. "Apologies Raikur. Did not expect." The Forgemaster added before moving to replace the bat back where it belonged before returning to the two. "Near my limit. All should rest. Thank you. Training next time: Spar?" They proposed to the two. Once hearing their answers, Quinn would give both a light bow, crossing an arm across their lower torso. With that, they departed as suddenly as they showed up and as odd as they did too.

Notifying the staff of what happened up front, Quinn was given a dustpan to collect the shrapnel and heaved a sigh. The walk of shame of return plagued them as they reapproached the two if there were still present before bending over and sweeping up the mess that caused. Once collected and disposed of, they finally made their exit of the training facility with new knowledge and skills, new acquaintances, and hopefully in the future, some good friends. The age gap did not bother the Forgemaster a bit as it seemed most of the brightest and best the village had to offer was the younger crowd and generation. Quinn was overjoyed to hear what melodies they would stir in the village and how the Genin of Otogakure would rise to the occasion presented before them. Quinn being one of many, accepted the challenge presented to them by others present and even more not. There was a lot to consider for the few Genin present, before they truly became a full-fledged shinobi in the world they lived in.

[Exit unless stopped]

WC: 514, TWC: 4,839

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Raikur watched Quinn's impressive display as they swung their infused bat and shattered his senbon. The deflect ability appeared to be quite the useful one, something that he took note of. It also would have helped Mubu in their little 'spar' earlier, but hindsight was indeed 20 / 20. He chuckled slightly as his great weapon of destruction shattered into many pieces and fell to the floor in a pathetic display. "Quite impressive Quinn, although yes you do owe me another needle." He said with a kind smile on his face, he was sure it would be no problem for a blacksmith to do it for him.

It looked like Quinn was finally at their limit and they wanted to call it a day. Personally, Raikur had a bit more left in the tank, but also understood the importance for rest in these situations. He had already learnt a lot from their training session and needed spend some time remembering and studying them. He gave a Quinn and Mubu a nod each, "Thank you both for your time, it was a pleasure to train with you. Quinn, no rush necessary on the replacement needle of doom. Mubu, I hope the hand heals up well enough, I look forward to sparring with you again in the future."

With that, he would then turn and leave alongside Quinn who was walking to the staff's office to report the mess. He had met a couple of very different individuals today, but both of them had been helpful for Raikur to advance his own abilities, and their unusual personalities had grown on the young Shokku a little bit.

Exit Thread

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WC: 276
TWC: TWC (Minus claims made): 4,186 (2,348 for techs - 1,986 WC left for stats)

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Claims:
Using 1,492 WC to claim Awakened Muragan from this post (856 WC remaining)
Using 750 WC to claim Lightning Sphere at C rank (106 WC remaining)
Using 62 WC to gain one level of mastery over Genjutsu Release (Hand seals)

Claiming 7 points in SPD
Claiming 12 points in STR

Approved for both Raikur and Quinn

As Mubu watched the forgemaster explain the others techniques, he lost his concentration, his injury now being a too strong sting to concentrate and learn effectively. He still watched and listened nonetheless, but knew he wouldnt be able to do anything more physical that day at the very least. 

As the forgemaster bowed and asked to practice again, this time a real spar, Mubu replied : ''with pleasure ! A spar, right Raikur ? No blood spiled, or at least, not THAT much!''  said Mubu, laughing while pointing towards the big bloody mess his dripping hand was doing on the training gym floor.

''Nonetheless, thanks to the both of you for the learning. Couldnt have done it without you *whink*! Raikur, keep up your game my man, its looking sharp ahahAHAHAHA! We will definitely spar together again, like Quinn said!''  laughed away Mubu, making his injuries a pun.

''And you forgemaster, thanks for the knowledge. Looking forward to having you in my team. Looking forward to you making us all snacks and lunches, as mom of the group you know!''  winked Mubu, playing again to humor his would be collegue.

''Tata!'' ushered Mubu, leaving the training ground at the same time as the others.

[EXIT]

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TWC: 3071

will do claims later