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1 To Pick A Fight[Ryu Myugan|NK] on Sat May 20, 2017 6:18 am

Syekren Uchiha

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Syekren sat up from the hospital bed, yawning slightly. He had just woken up and was slightly confused as to why he'd done so in a hospital before he realized what had happened. He'd come to the hospital last night for a check up to ensure that his eye was working properly and that it wasn't causing him anymore pain. He was asked if he would like his medication refilled and when he declined, they'd run a few tests on him and asked him to stay over night for monitoring. Syekren didn't really mind as he'd wanted an excuse to get out of the dark places underneath the administration building for a while now that he could actually see the sun with both eyes. Syekren sat up from the bed, wearing the hospital gown he was required to for testing and yawned, stretching. With a quickness he got up and ripped of the gown, exposing his near naked body underneath, only wearing his boxers.

Syekren quietly slipped into his shinobi tights and black netted shirt with black out sleeves, covering his tattoos and scar. After this, he slipped his shinobi gi vest on and then put on black shinobi tabi and sandals. With everything else on, he was almost ready to leave, but heard a few doctors coming down the hall to check on him. Syekren grabbed his hitai-ate and the jar containing the spare sharingan in it, which he'd brought in case he needed another one transplanted, and ran to the window. As the door was opening, he'd jumped out of the window, flipping forward to land on the ground below, looking up to where he'd just left. There was movement and noise, they were trying to find him for more tests. It wasn't surprising, he'd been the first successful transplant in sunagakure no sato since the days of the tailed beasts and they wanted to be sure everything was fine. He knew it was all good so he didn't want to stick around.

Syekren ambled away, pocketing his jar and busying himself with tying his hitai-ate around his forehead. He moved his hand to pull the left side down, before he remembered that he needn't do so now that he had two eyes again. Syekren chuckled to himself and made his way through the village, waving to others as he passed them. Some were curious about the scar running from his left eyebrow down to his left cheek bone, which prompted a lot of questions. He answered them as best he could, and made his way further into the village. It wasn't long before he found himself in an unfamiliar part of the village, with broken down buildings and shady looking characters.

Great, the slums.

The ninja sighed and made his way through the slums, ducking past a few people. There were quite a few bars and other shops around, but many of them looked as though they'd been robbed or were ran by gangs who were none too friendly with sand shinobi. As he walked, Syekren was met by angry glares and hungry looks. He stopped in the middle of an empty street by three thuggish looking men, all in their late twenties. Two were bald and taller than Syekren, wide as they were tall. The third was in the middle of them, rather rat-looking and confident in himself. The two large men had lead pipes in their hands with the rat guy had a pocket knife. Syekren shook his head and sighed from boredom, staring straight at them.

"Is this really a good idea?"

WC: 616


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Ninjutsu: S | Taijutsu: A | Genjutsu: B | Katon: S | Raiton: S | Fuuton : B

D: 6 | C: 5 | B: 4 | A: 3| S: 0


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2 Re: To Pick A Fight[Ryu Myugan|NK] on Mon May 29, 2017 4:09 am

Ryu Myugan

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The three men stood in his path. Brave souls but not a lick a sense among them. Shinobi were not welcomed in the slums simply for one reason. They left destruction in their path and didn't care to fix a damned bit of it. The village didn't seem to give a flying shit about its shadow of abandonement. Its crime filled streets ignored by the so called peace keepers. So when one wandered in it became every ones interest. Those of capabilities moved and watched from a distance. Those without hid quickly behind shutters or in tubs holding their children close. Fear was a sickness in this place and someone like him spread it like wild fire. They were afraid of losing what little they had. Afraid the village was there to have its way again. To take from those who could not resist. The three before him were simply raised with that experience. That insight into the world above them that catered to themselves and left them with nothing. It was for that reason those three stood in his path. Unwilling to simply bow down anymore. However three were never enough for a revolution or even a resistance without the power to support it.

It was for that reason that a young man had darted towards a specific bar the moment the shinobi was sighted. Running as fast as his bare feet would carry him in the sands. He made his way to the bar and went bursting into the place through the door slamming it open. The people within pausing to reach for weapons instinctively at the sudden intrusion before seeing it was just scout. That was the name for the kid anyway. His eager eyes looked around until he saw the man he was looking for. A blond haired man in boots with heel spinners and black jeans. A white shirt wrapped around his form exposing the majority of his tattooed chest. His long blonde hair wrapped up in a dark shawl with a black jean jacket on with the sleeves rolled up. A loose tie and a necklace hung from his neck and around his wrists were bandanas with the head of a jackal drawn on them. Fingerless gloves coated his hands and in his belt was a sheathed knife and a sheathed kunai. Lastly over his right eye was an eye patch. The kid, scout, quickly ran over to him and stepped between him and the game of pool he was playing. Speaking quickly.

"Mr. Jackal Mr. Jackal its happening! A shinobi from the village! He is in the slums! The men out there, they gonna die Mr. Jackal. Help us please!"

Ryu would sigh before picking up a corona and finishing it in a swig before tossing his pool stick to someone else to finish the game. His blue eye looking the boy over before handing him his empty bottle to throw away. Letting off a drag of his smoke before clicking his tongue against his teeth. Damn this was going to be a pain. Still if shinobi were looking for trouble he wasn't going to let them get away with it. With a quiet step he exited his bar and made his way down the street. He arrived roughly about the same time the shinobi was stopped. Eyeing three men from rival gangs he took down some time ago. No real love gained there. Still he wanted to see what this shinobi was up to. So he stepped over against a wall. Taking another drag of his cigarette before blowing out a smoke ring and watching as the man with the knife spoke. It was always the guy with the knives that seemed to be the ring leader. Go figure. He prefered a good pipe himself. Still his eye was mostly watching the shinobi. It was clear this was going to be one sided. Still the man with the knife spoke up. A little bit of spit flying from his mouth.

"Yer lost boy. You know whats best fer ye, ye turn around and run home. Ain't no room for yer kind here. Jutsu tossin fuck boys."


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LOCKER | JUTSU | Ryu Myugan | THEME SONG
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Missions:| D: 4 | C: 6 | B: 1 | A: 0 | S: 0 | SS:
Specs:
Ninjutsu S - Taijutsu B
Elements: Doton S - Raiton B

3 Re: To Pick A Fight[Ryu Myugan|NK] on Mon May 29, 2017 6:04 pm

Syekren Uchiha

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The rat looking man with the pocket knife spoke, swinging his knife in Syekren's direction to emphasize his words. Saying this was no place for his kind and he needed to turn around and run home, if he knew what was best for him. Well, that was basically it. He used some rather unkind words and the two who stood behind him glared and nodded in agreement. The Uchiha sighed once more, watching the large man on the left shoulder his pipe while the other tapped his in his hand expectingly. There were only three of them and they were really no match for a shinobi who had been trained exceedingly in Taijutsu and other forms of chakra use.  Syekren was not here for fighting, nor to kill anyone however, so he would rather avoid anything unpleasant happening. The three in front of him seemed to have something other than that in mind, however, and it wasn't going to go well if he decided to just walk away instead of trying to deal with them. He quietly stepped forward, hands moving to his pockets as he approached mister Rat.

"Look, I'm going to level with you. I did not intend to come here, nor do I intend to harm anyone who doesn't intend to harm me. But as a citizen of Sunagakure no sato first and a ninja second, I am allowed passage to any parts of the village I wish. This is my home, as it is yours. We can both get along, I am sure. So why don't you put that weapon away and we can talk about this over a pint at the local bar, eh?"

This was all to no avail and the rat decided to try using the closed distance to swipe at Syekren's throat with his knife. It wasn't his first mistake, but would be the last one he committed against the Uchiha, who was not only a special jounin, but an ANBU trained ninja as well. With the swipe coming, Syekren silently leaned back, hearing the 'whiff' of the blade cutting through the air and missing him completely. He stepped back and turned his body, spinning as his leg came up, the heal coming around to draw across the chin of the rat with enough force and momentum to knock him to the right, off of his feet. In the air, his body was rotating, his hand unclasping the knife it once held. There was a look of utter befuddlement upon all three of the thugs' faces and before rat hit the ground, Syekren's foot had landed in the sand and he turned again, spinning to bring his foot to collide with the topmost side of the rat, knocking him back into the sand, into a state of unconsciousness.

It wasn't long before the two left realized what was going on and decided to take action, swinging and swiping at Syekren with their pipes being used as makeshift blunt weapons. Side step, then duck and he would have dodge the first wave of attacks. It was nothing major for a ninja to be quick enough to dodge these attacks, but he almost felt bad at the horrified faces of the people around the four who had gathered to watch. They were screaming about him hurting them, but he was only defending himself. There were quite a few in the gathering crowd, however, that were not angry with Syekren, but rather the men attacking him. They wanted him to be left alone, as he'd stopped a murderer from continuing a killing spree not too long ago, saving quite a few lives in the process. Everything was to no avail, however as the thugs kept attacking. Shaking his head in disappointment, Syekren leaned back and kicked at the thug on his right, knocking the pipe from his hand. Before it hit the sand, a leg came up, driving the bottom of his foot into the thug's chin. He'd leaned down and pushed up to facilitate more strength behind the kick, knocking the thug onto his back and out cold. One left and the swing almost caught Syekren by surprise. His hand came from his pocket to catch the pipe mid swing and he glared at the last remaining thug. With three quick kicks from the hip, there were three new knots on the side of the thug's face and he was out as well.

Syekren sighed and threw down the pipe that was in his hand from keeping a grip on it after knocking out the wielder. The crowd was whispering and staring at the ninja who had beaten three thugs without using his hands, for the most part. Looking around, Syekren decided to activate his sensory range, scoping out the crowd of people, looking mostly to see if any were acting suspiciously. In a place where one can get attacked by just walking down the street, you had to be prepared for anything. Seconds went by of the ninja quietly looking around, to find anymore dangers. His dark right eye and lighter blue left eye stopped upon the form of a male who was leaning against a wall, smoking a cigarette. Normally Syekren would pay someone dressed like this no mind, as he was a bit strange looking, but not altogether dangerous looking. The reason Syekren stopped was due to a chakra signature coming from him. All people had chakra signatures, but this man had something like a shinobi's signature, which seemed to have the potency of a special jounin. Syekren deactivated the sensory range, pushing his hand back into his pocket, quietly watching the man who had been eyeing him this whole time.

Interesting.

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Name: ANBU Sensory Range (Chikaku Tsuibi: ANBU ~ 知覚追尾: 暗部)
Canon/Custom: Custom.
Rank: B.
Type: Supplementary.
Element: N/A
Range: 1km.
Specialty: ANBU Only
Duration: Maintainable (-10 per turn)
Cooldown: 5 posts.
Description: A technique which allows ANBU members to be able to keep track of the village and their surroundings. These tactical ninja are able to see over long distances with hawklike eyes, able to pick up the finest of details, from residual chakra from techniques even as faint as the Supernatural Walking Practice, as well as personalized chakra signatures, down to recent footprints and other tracks in broken shrubbery or other environs. If the user has the Ace Eye special characteristic, the range increases x1.5.

965|1,581


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Ninjutsu: S | Taijutsu: A | Genjutsu: B | Katon: S | Raiton: S | Fuuton : B

D: 6 | C: 5 | B: 4 | A: 3| S: 0


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4 Re: To Pick A Fight[Ryu Myugan|NK] on Tue May 30, 2017 1:13 am

Ryu Myugan

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Ryu would watch with some invested interest with his one eye tracking the mans movements. He wasn't concerned with a blade in a mans hand. That made him either foolish or dangerous. For the moment Ryu was betting on dangerous. Still he listened to the other onlookers for their reaction to the shinobi and the three fools. No wise men to be found this deep in the slums. For a moment it appeared they were unanimous in their want for the shinobi to be gone or destroyed. Hate brooding within fear just beneath the surface. It created a danger not only to the shinobi but the village as well. Should the fear fade to the hate, the village would face a revolution. The broken rising to take back their power. Truly what this shinobi did today may dictate what happened tomorrow. Should he bully these people they would rage out against him. Even a shinobi could be stoned to death if enough stones were throne.

However there was a quieter and more cautious tone within the words shouted out at his presence. Some spoke in his favor. Stating he had helped with some murderer or another. As if his good deed brought him passage here. In truth in Ryu's opinion if they did reward the shinobi that did good and revolted against those that tormented them the village would have to change. However they lacked the organized leadership for such a thing. As of yet Ryu didn't have the entire eastern slums in his pocket. Too much territory to keep eyes on and be responsible for. Still his influence was spreading. In time he would be capable of directing the mob to help themselves. For now he was just an observer. Waiting to step in if the shinobi went nuts on this lot but otherwise content to watch. To see what the man was on about. After all it was unlikely someone ended up in the ghetto by accident. Another drag of his smoke was taken as he narrowed his gaze. What was the mans goal?

Still it didn't take but a moment. The crowd was taken back as the man took on all three individuals. Dispatching them with some form of kick boxing. A taijust specialist by any observation. Silence fell as he took down all of them in a moment almost without using his hands. A demonstration of physical prowess. Ryu could feel himself sigh inwardly. The three men were out cold in the dirt. Taken down for their foolish actions. However the man stood tall and looked around the crowd. Something about him felt...off. Like he was reaching out to each of them in turn. However when his eyes fell on Ryu they paused there and Ryu could see that the man saw something about him. Just standing there staring at him in the sandy street. Somehow he had pin pointed Ryu out of the crowd. Well shit. With his eye meeting the mans eyes Ryu. would spit his cigarette on the ground before stepping on the smoldering bit. Walking out of the crowd as his boot heels clicked with each step. Crossing the sand covered road as his sky blue eye looked the man over. Stopping about six meters away. Whispers began and one person even shouted for the "Jackal" to get him. Still silence fell as eyes watched. The streets knew that Ryu wasn't like the three men. Still he glanced at them before looking back to the man. Speaking in a clear tone as he extended his arms out to indicate the area around them.

"Rights....what is your right...See thats the thing Mister. Here down in the streets we ain't got no rights. No law. The village took everything from us. We just the left overs. You wanna walk our streets dressed like one of them, You got balls. These people are too used to being pushed around by shinobi that look a lot like you. Rumor has it though that yous did good by us once. So I give you another chance. Get to steppin."


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LOCKER | JUTSU | Ryu Myugan | THEME SONG
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Missions:| D: 4 | C: 6 | B: 1 | A: 0 | S: 0 | SS:
Specs:
Ninjutsu S - Taijutsu B
Elements: Doton S - Raiton B

5 Re: To Pick A Fight[Ryu Myugan|NK] on Tue May 30, 2017 7:24 am

Syekren Uchiha

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Syekren watched the male quietly approach, his boot heels clicked with each an every carefully measured step. A sky blue eye met Syekren's own blue hues as the stranger walked, stopping about six meters from Syekren and opening his arms. After watching what had previously gone down with the thugs another would stand in his way? Not only that, but he stood so close. Six meters was nothing to a trained ninja, a distance that could be closed in an instant with jutsu or speed. He seemed rather confident in himself, though, and the whispers around him mentioned a name: 'The Jackal.' This sparked something in the Uchiha's head but he couldn't really place where he'd heard or seen the name before. This was going to bother him until he figured it out. Syekren looked about the man, taking in his appearance to commit to memory.  Blonde hair, eye patch over the right eye, some sort of wrapping about his head (probably a style), finger-less gloves, wrists tied about with rags that bore the symbol of a jackal. Other than that, his dress was pretty standard for a civilian, minus the loose tie and pendant. This guy wasn't a standard civilian though, as Syekren thought on this.

The male spoke to him, asking what his rights were. Down in the slums here, they had no rights, and no law. He went on to blame the village for everything being taken from them and they were just the left overs. The stranger went on to say that Syekren had balls for walking 'their' streets dressed like  'one of them.' Which, he assumed, meant ninja and people who were employed by the administration and kage of the village to keep order, go on missions, defend the village, etcetera. It seemed that the people were too used to being pushed around by others, what the stranger decided to blame on shinobi that looked a lot like the Uchiha, but this was to be expected. The stranger said that Syekren had done good by them once, and that he was giving the man another chance to leave, or 'get to steppin.' This caused Syekren to sigh, looking around at everyone that had gathered. It was clear to him that this was an uphill battle and there was little chance he'd be able to get through to these people when to them he looked just like the enemy of the slums. Some of these people had possibly had trouble when the defector Seiryu had blasted half of their homes to shit.

"You can not blame me, nor all shinobi for what has happened to this place. The true villain to this part of the village and her people are the elders of the administration. They do nothing here to help any one of us, least of all the ninja. All they do is sit back in their officers, their manors, their fancy businesses and reap in a profit. The only thing the elders care about is their money. I control as much in this village as you do. I'm sorry, but I will not be leaving here that easily. I came not to do harm to anyone, nor do I plan to destroy anything here. If you have any blame to place, you should place it upon the heads of those in power in the village. The administration and the elders who control everything the Kazekage can not fix on her own."

Syekren looked around to everyone, gauging their reactions as he spoke. Some seemed moved, joining those before who protested bothering this ninja as he was truly trying to help, but most still stared silently, anger and betrayal alive in their eyes. They had obviously been hurt far too long by the village to want to hear the words of someone they assumed was one of the elder's agents. The majority of the people still had hushed tones as they wished for the 'Jackal' to take care of this ninja so their lives could proceed as normal. It was as if his words meant nothing to these people, and what he was doing to help them meant nothing. These people had too much on their shoulders to just want someone to come out of the blue and claim they meant no harm. Shaking his head, Syekren turned his attention back to the Jackal, moving his feet quietly to a renoiji dachi stance, one foot pointed at the man who told him to leave, the back foot squaring off to keep his body balanced. Syekren kept his knees bent and his legs tensed, ready for another fight.

"Seems we're at an impasse."

787|2,368


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Ninjutsu: S | Taijutsu: A | Genjutsu: B | Katon: S | Raiton: S | Fuuton : B

D: 6 | C: 5 | B: 4 | A: 3| S: 0


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6 Re: To Pick A Fight[Ryu Myugan|NK] on Wed May 31, 2017 9:07 pm

Ryu Myugan

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Ryu would watch him with a bored expression as the man across from him began to speak some sort of speech about the true enemy. Idly Ryu would take his thumb neal and dig at a bit of his lunch between his teeth still. Getting rid of the minor discomfort there and then pulling his finger away to eye the offending piece of food before flicking it off to the side into the sand losing it to sight in an instant. His eye never leaving the peripherals of the man standing before him. Simply waiting impatiently for the speech to end. Village folk sure did like to talk and then fight. First that puppet guy in the sands ready to kill a kid just for leaving and now this. Some guy out and about on the streets insisting his rights be respected and putting down anyone who went against that. He didn't trust a shinobi for shit. Especially not since his own face was likely on the wanted list. Or something akin to it. He really wished he could of stayed in his bar though. The heat out in the street was killer. Middle of summer kind of day with a clear blue sky.

When the man squared up Ryu eyed the guys stance. Seemed to be focused on balance and perhaps quick striking. Wasn't a ton of power in that footing. If Ryu had to be a betting man he expected this fella to be full of kicks and the like. After all he had opted to take down those three with a dirty boot. Ryu certainly wasn't looking to let one of those connect with his own jaw. Still he would purse his own lips and let out a sharp whistle. As he did three people from his own gang would step out of the crowd. Without looking at them Ryu would nod at the three on the ground. They were too close to this and Ryu didn't want them caught up in his legs when he was fighting. The weapons were left on the ground as the men were dragged off. As it appeared like it was about to begin the crowd finally began to back up. They knew jutsu had some radius and range. They knew to move back behind cover. For the moment it appeared that Ryu and the strange man were the only people within thirty meters. Since a fight was going to begin it was best they have some space.

Ryu didn't bother with a retort. He wasn't one for talking when fists were needed. So the guy wanted to take down him too. Ryu supposed he had given the ultimatum so this was only natural. Would of considered the guy a little bitch had he backed down anyway. However now more was on the line. Ryu's name was out there now for this fight. The jackal couldn't afford to be beaten by this shinobi with so many people trusting him to fix the slums. He was basically king here. He had to defend it as such. Still as much as the guy claimed it wasn't his fault it wasn't like he was fighting to change it nor would he allow them to go and deal with the elders. So Ryu cracked his knuckles and neck before allowing his shoulders and knee's to slouch. His hands dropping down and open as they hung in front of his knee's. Danging there with his face exposed. His boots planted shoulder width apart. A strange fighting pose that seemed to be nothing but openings. Still a blue eye watched Sye closely. Waiting for him and daring him to step into the drunken boxing stance. Inviting him to just sock Ryu in the face or try to.


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LOCKER | JUTSU | Ryu Myugan | THEME SONG
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Missions:| D: 4 | C: 6 | B: 1 | A: 0 | S: 0 | SS:
Specs:
Ninjutsu S - Taijutsu B
Elements: Doton S - Raiton B

7 Re: To Pick A Fight[Ryu Myugan|NK] on Wed May 31, 2017 10:31 pm

Syekren Uchiha

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The other male he was ready for would say nothing, he'd instead whistle and three more goons would come from the crowd. Syekren was ready to fight them off as well, but noticed him nod to the three on the ground instead. The goons drug the unconscious ones off so that they could be treated, or at least out of danger. That bit gained some of Syekren's respect for the other guy. Syekren watched quietly as the crowd backed away, most getting behind cover. Seemed that they knew how this was going to go down and they were ready for any outcome. It was a good thirty meter radius battlefield for the two now. Syekren himself had jutsu that could easily encompass an area like that should he use them right, but that wasn't his goal. His goal now was apparently to fight this guy with the eye patch. With a sigh, Syekren shook his head, wondering how he even got himself into a situation like this. He just wanted to get out of the hospital for a while and take a walk. Now, however, he was here in the slums, contesting hatred of shinobi and fighting someone referred to as the jackal. Where did his life go wrong for him to end up here?

It was time, it seemed. Jackal had decided to be ready to fight as he cracked his knuckles and neck, slipping into a stance that seemed rather.. unorthodox to say the least. It had no real defensive capabilities and really left the man wide open. So what was his game? Syekren watched him for a moment, the hushed whisper of the crowd suddenly falling silent as it came down to two men using their fists to settle something that wasn't entirely clear. Syekren continued to stare at the stance, wondering what exactly was going on with this guy and thought for a moment of using his sharingan to see if he could see chakra being used. His hand had begun to move from his pocket but he stopped and pushed it deeper, deciding against it. There was no real reason for him to use his sharingan just yet. No, he'd go ahead and fight this guy without anything at first to see how things went. Considering they were in the slums, he expected some sort of foul play from the other side, but wouldn't know what.

As silence was the only thing one would hear in this place, there was little anyone could do to not hear when sand pushed away, scattering from the sudden movement of the man in black. His agility was understated in the fight with the thugs, but no such punches would be pulled here. Syekren moved with a quick and fluidity of one who dedicated their life to martial arts, running forth to burst ahead towards his intended target. Instead of keeping straight, he'd get close, at five meters and move to the left and then at one meter move to the right of his target. When in range, he'd keep his hands to his pockets, feinting a head kick but withdrawing it last second to push his body into a spin. He'd use this momentum to bring his left heel to the back of his opponent's right knee. This would be intended as a trip. After which, Syekren would jump back one meter and bring his foot to come towards the chest of the man to plant, further pushing him back, hopefully to the ground. Should these hit or be parried without him being grabbed Syekren's body then gracefully dance back four meters, his eyes never leaving his opponent. This combo would decide whether he'd need to use his hands.

633|3,001


Modifiers:

Since we agreed I'd fight at B-Rank stats for simplicity:
Speed: B-Rank > B-3 (+2 taijutsu|+1 agile)
Endurance: B-Rank > C-3 (-1 Frail)


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Ninjutsu: S | Taijutsu: A | Genjutsu: B | Katon: S | Raiton: S | Fuuton : B

D: 6 | C: 5 | B: 4 | A: 3| S: 0


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8 Re: To Pick A Fight[Ryu Myugan|NK] on Thu Jun 01, 2017 1:45 am

Ryu Myugan

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Ryu would watch as the man allowed his soldiers to come and collect the fallen. They would be tended to and likely treated as the fools they were with some comendations for bravery. It was a little surprising to see a shinobi allow the battlefield to be cleared but Ryu didn't use the oppertunity to rush him. The guy was interesting at least. Not many would of let them go. It was an offense against the law to try and attack a shinobi. Especially with murderous intent. Even Ryu thought they had gone to far. However he understood their intentions. He understood their desires and while they were idiots he could respect them for trying. Most of the masses just stood by waiting for a hero. Of which the Jackal provided to them but it wasn't enough. Ryu could already feel that this man was confident and somehow knew his own inner power. The man was content with knowing that and still willing to take him one on one. For a moment Ryu would shift his gaze over him as he held his pose. This was likely to hurt. But few knew to watch out for the drunken boxing.

Ryu watched as the man charged forward. Good fucking god he was fast. The space between them gone in an instant. Not long ago Ryu would of barely been able to keep up with the steps. However something in him felt it familiar now. Something in him felt like it was just about his own speed capabilities. He wasn't frightened by this man with all that speed coming at him as he should be. If nothing else he was excited. Finally there was a chance to test his capabilities. Something to judge the distance he had crossed from his time in his prison cell till now with all that training packed into his muscles. He felt the energy surging in him and smiled slightly at the approach. Of course on the side lines it would be too fast for most of them to understand. To them the man in black would be standing in one place and the next a burst of sand would fly into the air and he would be right in front of Ryu. A gasp filling the air as some doubted that Ryu could react. Such speed was unprecedented. They had never seen so much power at once.

Ryu however was insulted. This man was going to come at him, ignite his inner fire for a fight and keep his hands in his pockets. Kicks as the only way of attack. If nothing else Ryu felt he should at least have been taken seriously. He had done too much in the slums to be taken down like the three back there. Well if this guy for all his speed was going to come at him like that Ryu wasn't going to waste the oppertunity. The man shifted back and forth one meter away from him. Feinting his intent to attack from one side and then the other. Moving for a head kick before spinning the other way. However Ryu had already begun to move just ever so slightly slower than the man and yet his movements covered less distance but seemed so odd and rapid. Instead of shifting to block he stumbled forward a single step. It was then that Syekeren would see the danger. Ryu would have seemingly accidentally stumbled far enough forward that instead of his knee their thighs would collide. Now they were too close for Sye to move from his low kick. Instead Ryu moved his hands forward to grab with vicious reaction time and strength to try and hold the mans hands in his pockets as his head lowered and then came back up. The top of his head aiming to smash against the mans chin.

Stat modifiers:
+2 to speed Taijutsu, +1 reflexes SC
-1 Perception - reaction time to opponent for Ryu using drunken boxing taijutsu (Clan bonus)


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LOCKER | JUTSU | Ryu Myugan | THEME SONG
Image coming soon
Missions:| D: 4 | C: 6 | B: 1 | A: 0 | S: 0 | SS:
Specs:
Ninjutsu S - Taijutsu B
Elements: Doton S - Raiton B

9 Re: To Pick A Fight[Ryu Myugan|NK] on Fri Jun 02, 2017 8:14 pm

Syekren Uchiha

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His wrists were grabbed, where his hands had been in his pockets, holding tight. It seemed that his full kick was stopped by a stumbling thigh, to make the effects of the kick become diluted. It was completely close quarters with this guy, causing Syekren the need to rethink his stances and his choice to not use his hands. Thankfully, Karate was so balanced that any trained individual could switch up from full length strikes to be ready for close combat strikes. It was all good now, as he'd felt out the man's style and learned a bit about it. This was all without the sharingan, mind you. Nonetheless, the man had followed through his counter and grab with a headbutt aimed towards Syekren's chin. Syekren felt as though he wasn't reacting to things as well as normally, or noting visual and other perceptive cues. There was something strange about the man he was taking on and Syekren needed to figure out what. Using the sharingan to do so sounded good for a moment before he realized this was a simple slum street brawl. He couldn't call himself a ninja if he did some of the things he had the ability to do. With a smirk to himself, he tilted his head down to meet the oncoming top of the opponent's head with his own forehead, a much harder bone. His speed was still ahead of his counterpart.

Upon using his forehead to block the strike, he felt a twinge of pain, but ignored it for the moment, noting the headache he was sure to have later. With his head, he pushed not forward, but leaned back with the pushing man's head, twisting his body. As this would go, the momentum of the headbutt pushing upwards would be carried into a him displacement, Syekren's body turning at the hip to pull with him the Jackal. In this pull, he'd yank his wrists closer to his body, allowing them to be freed while his left knee pushed with the man's knee to keep him off balance in a throw to the dirt. Whether or not he'd catch himself was of no consequence. Syekren would be free and his hands would come from his pockets. The ninja would bring his hands up to crack his own knuckles, ready to continue fighting seriously. Although he was wearing his hitai-ate, the metal did hit his forehead and cause some slight discomfort and possibly a red blotch upon his skin. He wondered how the other fared, if only for a moment.

With his hands freed, Syekren relaxed his shoulders, bringing his arms up in front of his form. One was an open palm, the pinkie and ring fingers pointed to his enemy, the other a closed fist. Both were bent at the elbow, the 'welcoming hand' of the open palm bent only slightly while the 'dispersing hand' or fist had the arm bent at forty degrees. The closed fist came down onto his side,  parallel with his navel. While the open hand had the fingers spread slightly, positioned in front of his body. Taking on a more closed stance, Syekren had his feet positioned nearly one foot apart, knees bent. He watched his opponent carefully before moving in across the sand once more. This time, the strikes would come differently. An open palmed chop towards the collar bone and a fist towards the ribs. Syekren would use his full speed in delivering blows in succession, switching sides to hit collar bone and ribs, elbowing to the man's chest at certain points. To combo and deal with the man's unorthodox in-stepping, a short front leg kick to the shin, then thigh. Each blow came with his full strength and speed.

639|3,640


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Ninjutsu: S | Taijutsu: A | Genjutsu: B | Katon: S | Raiton: S | Fuuton : B

D: 6 | C: 5 | B: 4 | A: 3| S: 0


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10 Re: To Pick A Fight[Ryu Myugan|NK] on Sun Jun 04, 2017 1:45 am

Ryu Myugan

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The feel of something far more solid then a chin on his forehead was a bit of a surprise. Few people were prepared to counter a headbutt. It was simply an unorthodox attack that left very little room or time to react. His head hurt a little. For once he was glad he wasn't talking when he felt that connection or he could of bitten his tongue off. Still it would leave a ringing pain on the top of his head regardless of the hair padding the area. It wasn't much for armor after all. Still it almost felt metal. Had that bastard used his headband? Oh bugger if he wasn't aching for a busted noggin right about then. For a moment he considered stepping up his game. Shiving the guy a couple of times might do him some good. Then again the guy was ANBU. If he wasn't using a weapon as of yet Ryu would be frowned upon for pulling his. That said the guy was underestimating him. He wasn't using a tiny bit of chakra nor a weapon. Hell he had started off hands in pockets.

Speaking of those hands in his pockets. Ryu could feel himself being pulled by his own momentum and grip. Letting go was the goal here eh? Well he might as well let the guy rethink his methods. His own hands were busy this way anyway. Still the throw was talented. He could feel his balance thrown off as one knee as pressed to his own. Of course he could plant his feet and resist this but there was something on the ground he wanted. Not that all of him had to hit the ground but hell, it was a thought that was crossing his mind. Teach the guy about the lack of honor in a street fight. So when Ryu was tossed to the side he looked as if he was stumbling. Planting one hand down on the ground to shove himself back up. The power of the shove sending him into a horizontal spin to land crouched back on his feet. His fists clenched as he lowered himself over bent knee's. Observing the opponent with one blue eye with his fists full of sand.

Ryu would smile then. The adrenaline canceling out the pain in his head as he took a breath. Ryu was actually enjoying himself. A capable opponent in hand to hand for him to test himself out on. There was no life outside of battle for a warrior. If nothing else though he wasn't going back to prison. He would win this with every trick he had. So as the mystery ANBU who up until this block had been walking around innocently stepped up Ryu was ready. The man was faster than him but Ryu was keeping the distance crossing one way and waiting for him. A combo attack from what he could tell. He had to figure out what was coming first and use it to avoid the rest. He was going to have to take a hit. So as the blow moved for his collar bone he slouched and loosened his shoulder taking the hit hard to the shoulder and letting it spin him. As he spun though both hands opened as two clouds of sand were thrown at the mans face. Blinding little bits. Even if it didn't blind him Ryu would move in that spin to his side. His hopes were the man would raise his arm to shield his eyes or be blinded. Either way Ryu set four rapid jabs into the mans side moving down his ribs with two of them and finishing with two into his kidney before slouching back to avoid the counter attack by two steps.


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LOCKER | JUTSU | Ryu Myugan | THEME SONG
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Missions:| D: 4 | C: 6 | B: 1 | A: 0 | S: 0 | SS:
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Ninjutsu S - Taijutsu B
Elements: Doton S - Raiton B

11 Re: To Pick A Fight[Ryu Myugan|NK] on Mon Jun 05, 2017 1:33 am

Syekren Uchiha

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When his chop blow landed, Syekren was suspicious. He rather thought his opponent was capable of blocking something so simple while the other blow would go towards his ribs. However, upon the blow landing, the man was spun around, and as he spun he released sand from his hands towards Syekren's face. It wasn't as though he could get away from it, but before all of the sand went into his eyes, he'd closed them. Taking sand to the eyes stung a hell of a lot more than he thought and while he was busy with one arm, wiping the sand away, he felt four strikes to his side, surprising him. A whiff in the air of a fifth punch warned him of another incoming strike. They were too close for him to dodge it, especially with sand in his eyes. He simply leaned his body forward as the swing came to his kidney. He felt the contact made, but most of the damage wouldn't come in as badly as it would if he hadn't been trying to focus on the attacks without being able to use his sight.

Gritting his teeth, cursing the bruises he could feel forming, Syekren pushed his form back once, hopping in a zig zag formation, stopping ten meters away. After rubbing for a few seconds more, listening intently to where his opponent was for any movements, he'd finally gotten the sand from his eyes. Once this was done, Syekren had to rethink his approach. His speed far outmatched the other man's so there had to be something he could. While it wasn't normally within his character, if this male wanted to play dirty, Syekren could wholeheartedly oblige him. Using his superior speed, he covered the distance once more, but did not immediately attack. Instead, Syekren leaped around him, a foot coming up in small intervals with short kicks, pushing up clouds of sand debris into the face of his adversary. He made a full circle around his opponent, kicking sand up so that he could obscure the vision of this foe as his own was previously clouded. He still had some sand in his own eyes, but nothing major at this point.

Within a few movements, he'd have covered a full three sixty degree around his opponent, kicking the sand. These kicks were calculated, leaving small holes in the ground where Syekren could plant his foot for more hold or even trip up the Jackal, should he step into one. With how much sand he'd kicked up there would be a small cloud around his opponent, and even if none of the kicked sand would hit the eyes of his counterpart, Syekren was sure that his eyes would be closed or his arms would be up for defense. With a slight hop, his stance was widened and his hands were both fists. His body was turned to offer his right side to his opponent, both feet pointing to the left. His knees were relaxed and his arms were pulled up to shoulder height. Uechi-ryu Karate was his specialty, and there was no end to the stances and movements one could use when practicing this martial art. Syekren moved to kick at the ankle of his foe through the dust, feinting this and drawing away to axe kick the back of his calf. With  a spin, his body would be placed behind the jackal's moving the bottom of his foot to the buttocks of the male to kick him towards the dunes. It was invigorating to fight someone capable.

606|4,246


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Ninjutsu: S | Taijutsu: A | Genjutsu: B | Katon: S | Raiton: S | Fuuton : B

D: 6 | C: 5 | B: 4 | A: 3| S: 0


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12 Re: To Pick A Fight[Ryu Myugan|NK] on Tue Jun 06, 2017 3:38 am

Ryu Myugan

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Ryu would feel his hits land. Smashing blow after blow into the mans ribs and sides. Though the last shot at the kidney seemed to glance off. He would monitor that and consider throwing his opponent down next time. Or at least go for something more effective. A frown placed itself upon Ryu's lips as he noticed how little an effect his blows had actually had. The man danced away from him with out any drop in speed and hardly rubbed at the spots ryu had smashed into him. He had thought to break a rib or at least crack one. To see that it was the equivelant of discomfort irritated Ryu. Still the crowd around them cheered though they could hardly tell what was going on between the two. Their perception well below the speed of the interactions. What they could tell was that Ryu had some sort of small victory. Not everyone was cheering of course. There were those that thought Syekeren a good man. And those who just thought this would bring down more trouble.

Then there were those who were taking advantage of the situation. Ryu's gang was moving about collecting bets. Of course they had their own bets on Ryu but they were playing the house. Keeper of the bets so that the house got ten percent of winnings. For now most of the bets were on the shinobi from the village. Too many believed that a shinobi could not be beaten by a mere street thug. Not even the Jackal could beat someone like this guy. Perhaps that was why Ryu was fighting. It didn't do him any good to guard an entire slums that wouldn't stand up for themselves. He had to show them something they could believe in. He had to take down the village nin and force change to come about. Sure, this was going to bring the world down on him he was sure. However he couldn't lose this fight or the slums would always run and hide from anyone with a head band. So Ryu was determined in one thing. He would hold his ground. No matter what this guy threw at him he would fight. His blue eye watched the man with conviction.

So when the man launched towards him again Ryu waited and watched. Slouching his shoulders but holding his hands open and up in front of him loosely facing each other like a drunkard. Ready to counter the mans taijutsu again. However the other seemed to have other plans. A kick to the sand sending the sand flying up. Of course Ryu leaned to the side as sand splashed up against his coat but the man was already zipping to the next spot. Smashing the ground there and flinging up sand again. This kept up until Ryu was surrounded by sand and forced to close his eye. Blind now to anything around him to avoid damage to his eye. However he would mutter to himself irritably. "Alright you fucking rabbit. Nice dance. Let me add a step to it." With that he would stomp down his right foot unsure of his opponents location. Likely near him ready to take advantage of the blindness. It didn't matter where. So as Syekeren would charge him suddenly all around Ryu earth spikes would shoot out by the dozens from the ground at 20 meters per second stretching in every direction for six meters. Blowing away the sand cloud enough for Ryu to open his eye and look for his opponent.

235/250:
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LOCKER | JUTSU | Ryu Myugan | THEME SONG
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Missions:| D: 4 | C: 6 | B: 1 | A: 0 | S: 0 | SS:
Specs:
Ninjutsu S - Taijutsu B
Elements: Doton S - Raiton B

13 Re: To Pick A Fight[Ryu Myugan|NK] on Tue Jun 06, 2017 4:00 pm

Syekren Uchiha

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He was playing off his pain well, but this was only due to the adrenaline coursing through his body right now. Syekren knew once the initial joy of battle and adrenaline wore off, his ribs were going to be in a lot of pain. He could tell just before the dancing away, that there was going to be at least some sort of fracture when this was over. He'd definitely have to go to the hospital and get checked again. Either way, he was going to make sure he gave as good as he got. So far it was just an all out taijutsu battle between the two of them. One was a shinobi of the village hidden in the sand, while the other was a man named 'Jackal' from the sand dune slums within the village's limits. However, once sand was thrown into Syekren's eyes he'd left behind all notions of honour within this fight and stooped down to his opponent's level, kicking up a multitude of sand into a cloud around the Jackal. When the cloud was there he'd figured he had an easy shot to the man's leg and went for an axe kick.

It surprised him, then, when the man had muttered something and stomped his foot. This caused Syekren to slip in his movements, falling backwards. The spikes were coming too quickly from under the ground, and Syekren barely had time to grab around the cone of one, the tip going towards his heart due to his mis-step. He held tightly and pushed his body back, the tip of which stabbing through clothing and skin. It pushed against his sternum, causing a slight fracture to it while the ninja tried to push himself backwards from it as quickly as possible. It wasn't working well as far as he could tell, the pressure of the spike nearly pushing its way through the bone protecting his most vital organ. With his life flashing before his eyes, the man's  sharingan activated, the one tomoe in his left eye spinning around rather quickly. Within a few moments, the one tomoe was joined by a second one on the opposite side of the crimson iris. There were now two tomoes within his eyes, both sets activated to watch the man. Syekren slowly stood up, blood coming from his wound, his right hand moving to cover it.

"Well fuck. I didn't expect that now."

The ninja quietly watched the other, thinking on what he was to do. One thing was certain: he couldn't run away, but he couldn't keep fighting. The male looked around at the crowd that had gathered, deactivating his sharingan. They were cheering on the jackal for the most part, for sticking it to a ninja of the sand and showing him they wouldn't be pushed around. Syekren looked at the blood on his hand, thinking quietly on his next move. He could continue fighting, but it was all for nothing. He knew that he was not going to win this, despite confidence in his own abilities. It had already been decided when the man who was to fight him came out to be this jackal character. The people of the slums idolized and revered him, as though he were some sort of god amongst men.  One thing was for certain: Syekren would have to make a report of this to the Kazekage, letting her know that there was someone in the slums who could use jutsu and control chakra. She would most definitely be interested in it.

With a sigh, the Uchiha held up his free hand, shaking his head. He spoke loud enough that those gathered around would hear and it would go to the man who was now six meters or so away from him. There was a long line in the sand where Syekren's body was pushed away, led by the spike. "Alright I lose. I just got out of the hospital and now I have to go back. It's clear if this goes on much longer I'll probably die." He looked down at his chest and sighed, shaking his head. With that he backed away, watching the man known as the Jackal with his dark blue eyes. "This won't be the end of our story though, we both know it's only a matter of time before we meet again." With that, the ninja quietly leaped backwards, landing on a balcony and jumped up onto the roof, watching the crowd before he turned around and walked along the roof top, stopping on the other side to check his wounds, and listen to the crowd. He could have used a jutsu or two to combat the adversary but he knew that it would hit a civilian or two. He had to make sure not to do that. He was so focused on his injuries, he almost didn't notice that the jar with the one tomoe sharingan eye in it had fallen from his pocket as he was pushed back with the spike. It lay now, in the sand only three meters from where the Jackal was, staring up at the sky.

876|5,122

After Battle Synopsis:

Syekren conceded the fight, sustaining too many injuries.
Eye was dropped during the spike pushing him back.
Two tomoe was awakened.
Still in the area, just hiding for the moment.


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Ninjutsu: S | Taijutsu: A | Genjutsu: B | Katon: S | Raiton: S | Fuuton : B

D: 6 | C: 5 | B: 4 | A: 3| S: 0


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14 Re: To Pick A Fight[Ryu Myugan|NK] on Wed Jun 07, 2017 7:34 pm

Ryu Myugan

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Ryu would open his blue eye and quickly look around starting with above him. The most likely point of attack even as the spikes were extending out. However a glimpse of motion caught his attention and yanked his eyes back down. It was like the world was in slow motion. He watched with his eye widening as the spike shot towards the man far lower on the ground than he had intended. He thought the man to be standing and his attack was to damage the legs at worst. After all shinobi were highly capable and someone capable of going toe to toe with him was not to be underestimated. So it was with a horrified expression that he watched the spike pierce into the mans chest and drag him with it back several meters. He could see the blood splatter along the piece of spear and for a moment he feared he had done something he had never intended to do. He felt fear in his soul that he had just taken a life for no reason other than the man was from the other side of the tracks. Had he just pierced the mans heart because of keeping his name and face in the slums?

For a moment Ryu wondered what he had become. The man had done little to nothing wrong except being in the wrong place wearing a symbol that inspires fear. A difference of opinion leading to blood shed. Ryu felt his hands tremble as the spear finally stopped. How could he take it so far? So many dull attacks he could of done and he chose spears. However relief flooded over him a moment as he saw the man moving. He was getting up. He was going to be okay. Ryu hadn't managed to murder him accidentally after all. A smile filled his face for a moment until he noticed something else. The mans eyes. They were not normal. They were not kind. His breath froze in his chest as he saw it. The Sharingan. The man had been difficult enough when he was poking at Ryu to learn his capabilities. For him to have that power. The world suddenly seemed so heavy around him. The air hard to breath as he began to wonder, How badly had he **** up? How could he get out of this? He had drawn an Uchiha's blood and now that legendary eye was looking at him. Fear held him in place.

However the man seemed to examine his own blood a moment as Ryu felt like hiding behind his spears. Cowering behind as much doton jutsu as he could muster at once. However the man let the sharingan fade much to Ryu's surprise. He was expecting to fight for his life now but the man was simply relenting the day? He didn't dare move until the man was gone from sight until the sounds of the crowd cheering snapped him back to reality. The Uchiha was coming for him again one day...could he be prepared for that? A second step retracted the spears leaving a bit of blood on the street. But there was something else. Ryu took a couple of slow steps before steadying himself and taking one knee next to a jar. Turning it over as the liquid within turned one item for him to see. An eye slowly turning to face him. When he saw the one tomoe he realized one thing. That power that he had just felt was now in his hands. His for the taking. A sly smile filtered across his lips as he pocketed the jar into his coat before the crowd making it to him. A whisper of their earnings making into the air before he was hoisted up on shoulders. Pride and adrenaline from his victory and new found power encouraging him to shout out one thing as he was carried away. Unaware of who might still be listening.

"First round on me at the Hounds heaven people!"

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4587
raiton B-A
3000/3000

1587 towards Senjutsu D-C



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Elements: Doton S - Raiton B

15 Re: To Pick A Fight[Ryu Myugan|NK] on Wed Jun 07, 2017 8:03 pm

Syekren Uchiha

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Cheers

Syekren came around the rooftop to watch the crowd mostly cheer on the Jackal and sighed. It seemed that the problems in the slums would only get worse if he'd have won or lost this fight, but at least it was slightly better for these people. They were happy their hero had triumphed. But Syekren watched as the Jackal picked up what looked to be a jar, Syekren patting his own pockets hurriedly. It seemed that he'd lost something, but it was too late now. He needed to get this wound treated and get back to his patrols. With a sigh, Syekren put a hand to his chest and turned away, running towards the other end of the rooftop. The ANBU jumped from this rooftop to another, and continued on this way for a while until he reached the Sunagakure no sato hospital he'd started in. With cat-like reflexes, the ninja slipped back into the window of his room, slinking over the bed to lay upon it on his back, pressing the call button. The nurse came in and gasped at his present condition, running out to fetch a doctor.  While she did this, Syekren took the chance while he was conscious to grab a notepad and pen from his bedside, uttering a low, sharp note in a whistle. As an ANBU operative, he'd asked another ANBU to watch over him when he slept. As a high ranking shinobi of the sand, he was liable to be assassinated while recovering, not to mention people had tried taking his eyes before. So when the ANBU approached, Syekren wrote out a letter and handed it to him, watching him leave through the window to deliver it.

Lady Kazekage,

Something has come to my attention that I feel needs investigated. There was an altercation with a slum goer code name: 'Jackal.' At first it was thought to be something to do with small time gang members, as three had attacked me previously. I was not there to shed blood, only to get some fresh air and walk around. The situation in the slums has deteriorated so much so that it was impossible for that to happen. The people of the slums despise any and all things shinobi, blaming us for the state of where they live. Something must be done, and soon. I write this to you to also inform you that the man in question is able to manifest chakra at the level resembling a special jounin. His jutsu are remarkable and he's a skilled taijutsu user. I don't know why he's in the slums or if he was a ninja before. I just know that he may be someone to watch out for. I hope this finds you well, best regards.




Syekren Uchiha


471|5,593

EXIT

Training:

Two Tomoe: 2,000/2,000
3,593 Left
Chakra Suppression Trained: B-Rank 3,000/3,000
593 Discarded
Double WC due to Copy Wheel Eye


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Ninjutsu: S | Taijutsu: A | Genjutsu: B | Katon: S | Raiton: S | Fuuton : B

D: 6 | C: 5 | B: 4 | A: 3| S: 0


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