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Quoted By: >>5555614
You are Uzumaki Shiki, and you’re currently locked in battle with a troublesome opponent. Together with Hanabi-sensei, the jōnin directly responsible for you and your teammates since you all graduated about a year and a half ago, you’ve been challenged by a group of would-be train robbers while on an escort mission. After taking down a robber who was about to make off with some kind of artifact carried by the researchers you’re escorting, the apparent boss of the thugs turned up wearing chakra armor. He’s proven to be pretty well-defended against Hanabi-sensei’s style of taijutsu, and unlike some in Yukigakure it seems he’s well aware of many of the armor’s limitations.
But that being said, you’ve had a chance to test him out and you think there’s a simple strategy that will work to finally end this fight in your favor. And to do that, you’re going to want to become an ‘anvil’.
“Sensei!”
That’s all you need to say, the appearance of your tenrō fūsa should tell her everything else she needs to know to understand your plan. Three chains, glowing white-hot with a golden radiance, form into wide arcs around you that sear long black marks into the ceiling and walls of the train car before you tighten them up. The seats are largely incinerated as part of that dialing-in process, leaving the space open for your sensei to start a new assault against the armored train robber.
She lowers herself into a familiar position. You’ve seen this before. First two blows in quick succession, these being particularly heavy for a Hyūga, knock the man back. Then two more knock him into the barrier you’ve created. Next come four more, now that she’s started to get herself up to speed. After that it’s eight, then sixteen. Finally, thirty-two strikes go by in a flash, her movements so swift and efficient that even to your eyes they seem to blur together slightly. As someone whose bloodline isn’t as blessed as yours and Makoto’s are, you doubt that he saw any of them.
The swift-coursing river of strikes crashes into your shared opponent, pinning him to your barrier which holds motionless under the weight. A bright glow around where the armor collides with your barrier quickly flares into an open blaze, and the would-be thief starts to smoulder until somewhere near the end of the thirty-two-hit barrage when you hear a loud metallic crack.
You drop the barrier, carefully sweeping the chakra chains around to your left to avoid hitting yourself. “One more!” you shout before rushing forward with your right arm cocked back. Hanabi-sensei does the same from the other side, and the cracks she put in the armor a moment before split wide open.
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But that being said, you’ve had a chance to test him out and you think there’s a simple strategy that will work to finally end this fight in your favor. And to do that, you’re going to want to become an ‘anvil’.
“Sensei!”
That’s all you need to say, the appearance of your tenrō fūsa should tell her everything else she needs to know to understand your plan. Three chains, glowing white-hot with a golden radiance, form into wide arcs around you that sear long black marks into the ceiling and walls of the train car before you tighten them up. The seats are largely incinerated as part of that dialing-in process, leaving the space open for your sensei to start a new assault against the armored train robber.
She lowers herself into a familiar position. You’ve seen this before. First two blows in quick succession, these being particularly heavy for a Hyūga, knock the man back. Then two more knock him into the barrier you’ve created. Next come four more, now that she’s started to get herself up to speed. After that it’s eight, then sixteen. Finally, thirty-two strikes go by in a flash, her movements so swift and efficient that even to your eyes they seem to blur together slightly. As someone whose bloodline isn’t as blessed as yours and Makoto’s are, you doubt that he saw any of them.
The swift-coursing river of strikes crashes into your shared opponent, pinning him to your barrier which holds motionless under the weight. A bright glow around where the armor collides with your barrier quickly flares into an open blaze, and the would-be thief starts to smoulder until somewhere near the end of the thirty-two-hit barrage when you hear a loud metallic crack.
You drop the barrier, carefully sweeping the chakra chains around to your left to avoid hitting yourself. “One more!” you shout before rushing forward with your right arm cocked back. Hanabi-sensei does the same from the other side, and the cracks she put in the armor a moment before split wide open.
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