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So you want to be a boxer... (Inv) Oct 9, 2015 14:29:17 GMT

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Post by Yorishou Kiyoshi on Oct 9, 2015 14:29:17 GMT

"Again" The voice echoed across the grounds but could only be heard by one of the men practicing there. A red headed man in a kimono flew backwards, the older man he was fighting lowered his foot. "Again", said the woman next to him, tall and gold, his zanpaktou spirit was working him into the ground. He stood, the other man could not see his spirit, but knew she was instructing him. He advanced again, fists raised and jabbed, feinting left and bringing his right fist round. A palm shot into his upper arm, not falling for the feint and sending him stumbling backwards. "He will always beat you if you make your intention so obvious, if you are going to feint, then feint. There is no point lashing your arm out if there is no purpose behind it, your stance was all wrong for a left jab." he regained his balance and walked towards the man. Throwing more weight behind a feint with his right hand, fingers flat, the man blocked with his elbow, turning it into a sharp chop, he turned awkwardly to the side, the man slammed his hand into his chest, the mans left sweeping behind him and knocking him hard to the floor. The air rushed out of his lungs, the man said nothing, simply standing back where he was. It had been going on like this for nearly three hours now, and while he had gotten a little better, this was not his fighting style, he longed for his sword which lay just a few meters away. But the spirit, sensing this smacked the back of his head as he stood. "Concentrate! Now, again! This time, only use your feet." he nodded. About to relay the message when the spirit smacked him again "not him, just you."

His arms at his side, he essentially line danced over to the man. Kept moving, but the man was no novice, aiming high, knowing he could only use his legs. His leg snapped to his left, smacking himself to the side and springing on his neck back up to the man. The man grabbed his legs, spinning him around his neck and tried to throw him away, but he clung on with his legs, grinning, and got overconfident, he swung around to the mans back, leaning over and pressing on the floor with his hands, sharply pushing off in an attempt to make the man go flying, but the man stood his ground, grabbing him and throwing him several meters into the sand. Instantly he was back on his feet, adrenaline pumping and threw himself back at the man, using his hands in a vice like grip towards the man, aiming low to the ribs then a low sweep followed by an elbow drop, but he only got to the sweep. The man, with many more years on his belt, flicked his foot on the sweep, grabbing his ankle and bringing him upside down in front of him, the man rose to height, got ready to drop to his knees and slam his head into the floor. When a bell rung out. Instantly dropping him in the sand, he disappeared off the grounds and away to whatever duty the trainers did when they were not here. He cursed, glancing sideways at his spirit who just nodded and faded away. He kicked some sand and picked up his sword, starting to belt it back to his side.

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So you want to be a boxer... (Inv) Oct 11, 2015 23:03:19 GMT

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Post by Reathin on Oct 11, 2015 23:03:19 GMT

Reathin's pressence on the ground was something of a mystery at that given moment. Those few who recognzied him would realize that he was as out of place here as King Louis XIV would be at the average mosh pit. Those who didn't know about his legendary lack of talent for the martial arts but had seen him around 12th division assumed he was here for some experiment or other and, if that was a bit creepy, well, that was 12th division in a nutshell. To the rest, he was someone to be ignored. As it turned out, he was here for an experiment but not one that directly involved any of the participants. He was trying out a number of new materials for the mechanical implants he'd slotted into himself, seeing if the weight distribution was right. This particular training ground was simply the most convenient open area nearby where he could get in some space and motion without being too much of a bother. His lab in 12th was too cramped for such things and some of the experiment areas inside were best avoided, lest the Captain notice and take annoyance (or worse, interest). He didn't get much active motion testing done however, as his eye was caught by one of the trainees. The strange shifts in style and subsequent beatdown from a more experienced individual was extraordinarily familiar. Granted, Reathin's own time spent here in his academy days was more embarrassing (rather than just a discrepancy in skill, Reathin was actually BAD at hand to hand combat, whereas this one didn't seem to have as much of an issue trying to do impossible things). A sensible man would have a moment's nostalgia and move on with his day. Reathin was not a sensible man. Thinking there little harm in getting involved, he approached the other shinigami as he started to pack up.

Far be it from me to be critical of someone who could rearrange my face and extremities into a variety of amusing shapes, but given my own experience with the instructors here, I suspect they might be better suited with a less...orthodox training method. The energetic 12th member's tone made it clear his criticism was directed not at Kiyoshi himself.

That in mind, I was wondering if you might be interested in a different experience. He paused for a moment before continuing. That probably sounded sinister to some extent. I simply mean that there exists a different sort of instructor who could teach you. Provided you know what it is you want, at any rate. It was likely that the other shinigami would dismiss the stranger's offer out of hand, as it was certainly a bit on the weird side, but Reathin's offer was genuine and harmless, and hopefully his body language would make it clear that he really did want to help. He'd been on the wrong end of too many lectures by hand to hand instructors to stand aside here. The fact that this one wasn't a hopeless student made it all the more likely that Reathin's atypical strategy might actually be of some benefit here.

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So you want to be a boxer... (Inv) Oct 12, 2015 16:48:00 GMT

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Post by Yorishou Kiyoshi on Oct 12, 2015 16:48:00 GMT

He looked up at the new arrival with one eye, strapping his sword back on still, unable to find the next notch in the belt. He jumped up and down lightly as he tried to shift his kimono, then slotted it in, adjusted the angle and looked up at the man. Shifting his clothes around to try get the sand out that had worked into his sandals and clothes. The man looked strange, living in Soul Society, you get used to strange people and looks. But that did not make them any less strange. Its like living in a freak circus, there are the normal jugglers, fire breathers etc, then there are the freaks, but someone can still look like a freak to a freak. Not that this guy looked like a freak either, just that someone can look strange in a place where you are used to strange.

His offer was no less strange, he could tell from the looks the other trainees were giving him that he was dealing with someone either of a high nobility, rank or power. There was a begrudging respect held around them so not nobility, there were no saluting or crowding round so not rank, leaving him to assume that this mans power was something to be respected or feared. In other words, don't piss him off. Adopting a smile to match the mans friendly tone, "My superiors and zanpakutou are in cahoots that I should learn hand to hand fighting. Not sure why as it is very hard for me to lose my sword but if you can help with that it would be appreciated." Unbeknownst to the mans lack of hand to hand skill, he assumed a fighting stance, waiting for the man to attack. "Do you have a specific style or just going to punch me in the face repeatedly?"

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So you want to be a boxer... (Inv) Oct 13, 2015 0:13:08 GMT

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Post by Reathin on Oct 13, 2015 0:13:08 GMT

My condolences. Reathin said with a bit of a good-natured smirk at hearing of the cooperation between instructor and spirit. You could get away from teachers, but a bit of your soul was a trickier prospect altogether. In his own circumstances, Reathin had never had to deal with that sort of thing. No, his avatar was merely intent on showing him the sanity-shattering stare of infinity itself. It said something about the 12th division member that he sincerely considered that sort of thing the less painful option.

Personally, I'd prefer a more technical solution, should I be parted with my sword, but I can understand wanting to pick up some hand to hand training as a backup to a backup. If nothing else, control of one's body is helpful. As to punching you in the face repeatedly, not so much. After all, I did say it was a bit... Pulling out his zanpactou smoothly, he gave it a hard flick and watched it change shape without so much as a word. The fact that he had this particular trick was telling, if one were in the know. Pointing one of the resulting weapons at the nearest wall, he gave it a twist like a key in a lock, mimicking the senkaimon's opening sequence when called on Earth. Rather than an Japanese-style gate, however, what manifested was a door fashioned by oversized clockwork components. After a moment, the mechanism whirled its way outward, revealing the path beyond. Rather than just a wall, it appeared to be a dimly lit dojo-like structure's antechamber. Fairly small but well kept, there was another door several feet inside, presumably leading to the actual structure. The Vault of Woven Dreams was currently configured to match the ideal of "training montage brought to life". The rest of the details were left to his avatar's considerable imagination.

...unorthodox. Boiler plate warning, it's perfectly safe, but rather on the intense side. Pre-existing heart conditions need not apply. That was actually a bit of a lie. The Vault couldn't trigger a heart attack in anyone without it being negated once they left. Still, it brought the point across. One wasn't likely to find training dummies in there.
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So you want to be a boxer... (Inv) Oct 13, 2015 15:47:06 GMT

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Post by Yorishou Kiyoshi on Oct 13, 2015 15:47:06 GMT

"I accept the terms and conditions of this agreement" he smirked, his eyes fixed on the doors. He had no pre existing heart conditions, and he was not one to shy from a challenge. This man would not be stupid enough to try and kill him in the middle of soul society, unless this guy had been sent by Kenpachi. But he shook that thought off, the captain would never send someone with this kind of ability. He would send someone with a big stick and a no-nonsense attitude, not a friendly personality and an offer of training. So shaking himself to entering the steampunk doorway, and glancing at the people around looking at the door with a smile on their faces. People must know what this is, but was the look on their face of interest, fear, or pity. Look at the monkey, going to dance in the mechanical cage.

As he passed under the doorway and approached the entrance, the area looking more like a old dojo from some kind of martial arts film. He sighed a long breath, bracing himself for whatever would come from whatever angle. He assumed this would be a hand to hand fight, so bringing his hand off his sword, he brought his fists up in a defensive stance and walked forwards sideways on. Turning slowly with eyes darting around with no idea what to expect.

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So you want to be a boxer... (Inv) Oct 18, 2015 0:07:07 GMT

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Post by Reathin on Oct 18, 2015 0:07:07 GMT

Pleased and in truth a bit surprised at the comparative ease with which the shinigami was willing to walk through an unknown portal at the behest of a perhaps suspicious stranger, Reathin's mood quickly turned to a mixture of amusement and anticipation. Whoever this was, apparently had an adventurous streak. That was a good thing to have, given where what was likely to happen. Stepping through the portal, the 12th member made himself at home in the small antechamber they found themselves in. Sitting in the only available chair, he looked at the door progressing further into the faux world his shikai had brought to life.

Rules first. There's always rules for things like this. First one is: I have no idea what you're going to find in there, for the most part. I can tell you broad generalities, like, "watch out for ninjas", which, incidentally, you should, but I couldn't tell you how many dozens you're likely to fight at once. I'll be following along to give you information, sortof a Virgil to your Dante, but don't expect me to get involved beyond that. And if you feel the need to give up, just strike your heels together and say "there's no place like home", twice. Three times is for amateurs. Keep moving, and we'll see how far you can progress. Without a further word, Reathin vanished into thin air, unseen, unheard and untasted. As he did, the inner doors slide open, revealing a sizable room that looked like someone had built a training facility into a cave. The room had two haves, split down the middle by a ravine radiating an angry red light. Closer observation revealed the gap was actually filled with lava, far enough down that the convection wouldn't kill (quickly), but still leaving little to no time to catch one's position if they fell in. Bridging this gap was a single beam of some gray metal, guarded on the far side by a man who looked like he owned his own steroid company. Cracking his knuckles loudly, the brutal wall of muscle made a gesture that could only be interpreted as a challenge.

Fighting begins not in the hands, but in the feet, as my instructors were fond of screaming at me. Reathin's voice echoed from everywhere around, giving no indication of where he actually was. Mind the gap.

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2. The world will arrange itself in ways to test and improve one's martial art skill. Perform better, challenges improve.
3. ??

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So you want to be a boxer... (Inv) Nov 3, 2015 18:09:42 GMT

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Post by Yorishou Kiyoshi on Nov 3, 2015 18:09:42 GMT

Starting to get a little worried now. Little worried. Slightly worried. -Cue steroid addict with muscles the size of Norway- The last will and testament of Yorishou Kiyoshi, final words "Welllllllll fuck". He glanced over to where the puppeteer had been before, now gone. So he was dealing with illusion, or a close approximation. This was...useless information, if it was a real technique then it would have limits within the power level of the user. But illusion techniques tended to be pretty extensive in his short prior experience with them. But standing around thinking would not help his fighting ability. He stepped forwards through thee door onto the beam.

Balancing was easy, this was basic fighting, and foot movement was used in swordplay as well as hand to hand, so the skills were pretty transferable. The wall of flesh in front of him however, was not something he had fought before. Hollow sure, but they were typically weaker than him, even if they were bigger. This guy he knew, would take a punch, the guy who made this place would have made sure of that. He would have to use range, lure the guy to move and then try use his weight against him. In theory this would work, but only time would tell if in practice as well.

He advanced, crouching low and planning to force the guy to use his feet, thereby reducing the balance he had control over. Spinning low, reaching out his hand to push on the bar and reverse the direction so he would hit the opponents legs with the back of his shin.

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So you want to be a boxer... (Inv) Nov 5, 2015 13:30:27 GMT

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Post by Reathin on Nov 5, 2015 13:30:27 GMT

It wasn't clear if it was a prepared action or merely reflex, but the man of simple tastes (mainly forcing physicists to consider re-examining the term "planetoid") performed the simplest action: he simply jump. This might seem like a poor choice of activity on a narrow beam suspended over lava, because it was a poor choice. The already precarious beam shifted sharply both with the launch and re-entry of the strongman, jarring his side of the bridge more deeply into the ground on his end, creating an imbalance tilting the beam toward him. Slightly surprised, but apparently pleased with the expectation that his opponent would simply slip toward him, he lashed out with a downward, overhead blow intent on driving Kiyoshi into the lack of ground. The problem he wasn't really attending to was the telltale signs of crumbling earth under the beam on his end. Barring immediate engineering attention, the structure would no doubt take a rapid, unscheduled trip to a warmer environment.

Another mistake I frequently made was assume that one can only realistically rely on the body alone in a fight. Maybe one's equipment. My advice is to dismiss this thought, should you have had it yourself. The environment is one's equipment, even if it can be contested. You'll pretty much always have an environment in a fight. Should you not, you have much bigger problems.

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So you want to be a boxer... (Inv) Nov 6, 2015 18:47:29 GMT

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Post by Yorishou Kiyoshi on Nov 6, 2015 18:47:29 GMT

This could not have worked out better if he had planned it. He had not, in case you were wondering. You see, muscles are all well and good, and as an 11th division member, he knew the advantages of it. However, the opponent he now faced had a brain like the 20ft fish eating llama penguin of Denmark. It did not exist.

His foot sailed under the man as he jumped, the whole beam shaking as he slammed back down on it. And knowing basic physics, he checked the support they were on, lest he fell to the chasm blow. Seeing it would collapse at any second, he grabbed hold of the beam. Stopping himself from sliding down.

He turned his head around the beam, looking back up at the man when his balance was restored. The fist came down, and Yorishou fell off of the side of the beam, grabbing the underside with his legs as the man hit the beam. Then pushing himself around and coming up behind the man with a flip onto the beam. Then jumping up into a drop kick, he would slam back down on the bar, further damaging the support and hopefully making it fall, allowing him to fall safely onto the platform the opponent had come from.

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So you want to be a boxer... (Inv) Nov 9, 2015 3:01:28 GMT

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Post by Reathin on Nov 9, 2015 3:01:28 GMT

So You Want to be a Boxer

At first, the semi-mobile, probably-sapient muscle set looked annoyed at the monkey-like scampering of his chosen victim. Clearly, he hadn't expected someone to actually move, rather than hit back unsuccessfully, or fallen down or something. Getting behind him was problematic, as for whatever reason he knew his entire raison d'etre was to keep people from crossing this beam. Now that this had been accomplished, a wiser man would have sat down (on the other side, of course) and contemplated just what that meant for him and perhaps how to go about preventing it. Fortunately, a small mind has little room for doubt. He could fix this by simply reducing the little man into paste. He was good at that, most of the time.

Of course, he needed time, which wasn't being particularly friendly to him at the moment. Rather than charge into battle swinging wildly like you were supposed to do, his opponent attacked the bar itself! About to berate his opponent for a clearly substandard intelligence quotient and set of survival skills, he stopped himself. Maybe he was drunk? He didn't want to fight a drunk. Alcoholism destroys families! Feeling contrite, Sir Muscleot opened his mouth to pre-emptively apologize for his non-existent insult when physics interrupted. The beam creaked like a rusty hinge before slowly, then rather more rapidly, falling into the gap toward the molten earth, he only managed to say one thing.

FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU- followed by a distant splash but no screaming (having landed headfirst). The bridge and its guardian gone, Kiyoshi found himself across the first challenge room. As if to signify that very thing, the door on the far side of the room creaked open, revealing a dim set of lights downward. Rather than stairs, the wide tunnel was more of a slippery slope that one could slide down. Not content with a simple ride downward, inter spaced every few dozen meters were barriers of varying durability trying to block the way. Immediately above the head of anyone standing at the top of the slide sat a boulder held up by what looked to be bubble gum and hope moreso than rope.

I'd recommend against cutting the Gordian Knot, so to speak. This is a test of speed and force, rather than cunning. Reathin had a pretty good idea of what would happen if the boulder made its way down before Kiyoshi did, and was thankful for his incoporeality here.

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So you want to be a boxer... (Inv) Nov 9, 2015 15:09:25 GMT

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Post by Yorishou Kiyoshi on Nov 9, 2015 15:09:25 GMT

Yorishou stood closely, edging forwards slowly to see where the man had gone. Nothing. Nothing remained. Either that or he had been removed from the tech when he had fallen. Either way, he had won. Allowing himself a feeling of elation, he turned and walked swiftly towards the door that had appeared. This was no doubt the next stage, however he had no idea what a Gordian Knot was and so he ignored that bit. As he got to the door frame he slowed, peering down, fully expecting some kind of spike pit or a prison yard or something. But instead seeing a slope. And a slope that suddenly ended in a barrier.

"Um, what." He looked around, seeing what else was in there, he almost did a double take when he saw the boulder above him. But it meant nothing, what was he meant to do with it. He looked around, no clues, just the slope and a dead end. The guys words came back to him, was he meant to go to the barrier, then smash the boulder when it came down to him? But how was that a test of speed, unless he needed to go down to the bottom, touch the barrier then come back up the slope and defeat the boulder? Rather than guess and get a boulder to the face, he decided to ask "What am I meant to do? Do I smash the boulder? Or am I missing something here?"

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So you want to be a boxer... (Inv) Nov 9, 2015 16:44:14 GMT

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Post by Reathin on Nov 9, 2015 16:44:14 GMT

Consider it something of a metaphor for...life, let's say. It's mostly a downward spiral, you're kicking and screaming along the way, an inevitable doom is rolling right behind you and if you stop you get squished. Obstacles get in your way, which in this particular set of circumstances might prove...messy. So, the question is, if you need to get to the bottom before the overachieving piece of rock, what do you do with obstacles? Strength and speed was the name of the game. Break through or be broken through. The barriers weren't exactly solid steel, so with the right approach (augmented by momentum), it would go from impossible to merely impossibly dangerous. So it was really a simple matter: dive down an unknown slope with a huge rock following close behind while breaking through obstacles on the way.

As Reathin's disembodied voice finished speaking, the room began shaking. Not enough to dislodge anything, but enough to introduce an ominous air to the area. The dim red light from within the crack began to get less dim and the sound of churning rock rising rather more rapidly than health and safety regulations would account for. Were there such a thing here, anyway. Ah. Well. It appears we'll have a third thing going down the slide in fairly short order.

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So you want to be a boxer... (Inv) Nov 12, 2015 13:54:31 GMT

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Post by Yorishou Kiyoshi on Nov 12, 2015 13:54:31 GMT

As his guide finished his first speech, Yorishou understood what he was being asked to do. Smashy smashy time. While the majority of his good techniques for breaking through walls like this lay with his blade and shikai. He could see the use in learning to break stuff with his hands as well, throwing himself down the slide towards the first obstacle at an angle. Moving down while spinning and sending a strong kick straight through it. True to his word, the wall fell apart to a further section of slide before the next one. As the rubble fell down around him, the next words came out. "Ah. Well. It appears we'll have a third thing going down the slide in fairly short order."

Which meant that the boulder had already started coming down after him or shortly would be. But that left one other thing, was he sending people down after him? That sounded like a safe assumption. He reached the second barrier, putting even more strength in, assuming they would get stronger as he went. He was wrong. His foot sailed through it as if it were paper, he heard the boulder smash through the first obstacle. He would need to pick up the speed a little if he was not gonna get crushed or attacked by the people he thought were behind him.

As his foot went through, he slid through the gap, his body turning around so he was going down backwards, he saw the boulder far too close for comfort, and splitting his legs, he pushed off of the floor to speed his descent. Reaching the next barrier and turning just in time. His arm flew out robotically, the elbow first then the fist to crack a hole in what was a thicker barrier. His head smacked into it next, making a person sized hole for him to fit through, pushing off for more speed and continuing down.

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So you want to be a boxer... (Inv) Nov 19, 2015 15:57:32 GMT

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Post by Reathin on Nov 19, 2015 15:57:32 GMT

The shinigami/boulder/lava trio made their way rapidly toward the end of the tunnel-slide (more like semi-rapidly in the case of the lava, molten rock being a notorious underachiever), the end clearly within sight. It was a ramp, aimed upward to send the slide's contents hurling into the next room's near open air. Indeed, air was something the room had in abundance, since the hypothetical architect had apparently cut not only corners, but the floor entirely. The room was essentially a giant square pit, really, with gloom concealing whatever bottom it might or might not possess. From the ceiling dangled dozens of long steel chains. As Yorishou and the large rock flung into the open air chamber, Reathin's voice echoed throughout the structure with a cheerful bit of advice:

Mind the gap! The boulder, apparently not very clever, entirely neglected to grab onto one of the many chains and was sent hurtling into the void below. The lack of any impact sound, even after a full minute, was telling.

Yorishou wasn't the only occupant of the room, however. Dangling from a few of the chains were shrouded figures of indeterminate origin or even species. Whoever was inside those bundles had hands and was apparently not interested in sharing anything else. Beginning to shift their momentum, they started swinging in the general direction of the sudden shinigami intruder.

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So you want to be a boxer... (Inv) Nov 27, 2015 15:17:31 GMT

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Post by Yorishou Kiyoshi on Nov 27, 2015 15:17:31 GMT

A long slide lay in front of him, having apparently gotten through all the barrier needed. However this may be another test of reaction time, as he slid he kept his eye out for another target that might pop up. However there was nothing so far, so a little speed would not go amiss, especially as there was still a large boulder behind him. Tucking his legs in, and going down feet first with his body streamlined for extra speed. As he was either looking down or up, he was ignorant of the lava on the slide behind him, but he soon realised the slide was levelling out. Followed by a sharp incline. It was a ramp, he was on a goddamn ramp.

Yorishou started breathing heavily, he could do this, the angle was obviously right or it would not be in the training area, what lay ahead he could only guess, but from past experience in here so far, there were no breaks. Expecting a new event on the other side, maybe he had to fight something or dodge arrows as he flew through the air.

Going up, up, up, crap, no floor, no floor, abyss bad, abyss very bad! His hand shot out, the boulder rolling up behind him, he pushed off of the surface of it, snatching at one of the chains nearby. It did not register in his mind the room he was in or the ninjas, or the other chains. All he knew, was he had not heard that boulder hit the bottom yet, so it had either unrendered in the darkness, or it was still falling. Either way, he did not think falling was a good choice at this stage. Swinging his other hand up, he grasped the chain in both hands, seeing finally the situation he was in. Fucking ninjas. Of course. It had to be ninjas. First it was david vs goliath, then it was Indiana jones, now its ninjas, this was the cliché king of training. If the next challenge was to do with a pit of snakes he was gonna break something.

As they got nearer they seemed more like ninja mummy's that anything else, seeming perfectly at ease with their situation and mode of travel. While Yorishou on the other hand, was trying to fit his foot into one of the links still. The strain on his arms was starting to get to him, gritting his teeth, he went forwards to deal with his new opponents. They were attacking from all directions, which was inconvenient, so he needed to get past them, and face them as a whole, or he would get surrounded and taken out. Another gulp and a glance downwards confirmed his sincere desire to not follow the boulder. He climbed higher, the ninjas were low so they could swing, but instead, he leapt, and fell, and fell, and fell. Only just reaching the tip of the next one. Now he saw why they were swinging. Bugger. The first of the ninjas came to meet him, throwing his legs up to do a flagpole manoeuvre and double kick the ninja. This was the test of how fast, strong and agile his opponents were.

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