Onto a new path

Onto A New Path.

I stand inside of the showers with the warm waters cascade down my form with my arms lifted up, running my fingers through my hair. My eyes are closed as the water rinses through my hair before my hands lower as well as the tilt of my head. My eyes open for a moment as I look down my body and the various ripples thereof, most noticeably my pecs and abs, well defined from a life of training and working out. My penis was down there as well, but in its flaccid form having been recently milked by Natsuki in one of our own specialized training sessions. My hand shifts forwards as I turn off the water off, its spray ceasing with the remnants dripping from my frame. From the sink counter I hear a familiar jingle as my phone goes off. I slide the shower curtain to the side and reach for the towel to dry my arms and legs before tying it around my waist and reaching for my phone. I read the text message and nod my head. “Oh, okay then,” I comment realizing that my Sensei wanted to train. I lower my gaze before murmuring lightly, allowing the light to build up and about my body, transferring me from the bathroom to the Hiramoto Family Grounds, no more than five feet away from my Sensei. “Yes, Sensei,” I welcome with my serious training face on, “I’m here.” Though I speak, I immediately realized something was amidst when I feel the texture of the ground beneath me feet.

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Her words shine light on the texture as I look down realizing I didn’t have shoes on, among other things. Remembering back, I realize that I had absent mindedly warped in fresh from the shower. Luckily I had draped the towel around me, so at least my man parts were concealed, save for a small tint created by the idle piece that rested between my legs. Slightly embarrassed, I give an awkward smile as I answer, “oh yeah, right, sensei!” I murmur lightly and light forms around my body, teleporting me back to the bathroom where I take my time and put on my boxers and a tee shirt before gathering my things and heading into the other room where I would get on a pair of khaki cargo shorts and sneakers. From there I would make sure I had everything I needed, grabbing my sword and gloves, tying them at my side, before I would murmur my portal incantation once more and teleport myself back to where my sensei was. “Sorry about that,” I say on my arrival into the training grounds, “I’m ready now…” My sword was fashioned on my back vertically with my padded greaves hanging from my waist with my arms to my side in a casual stance. Looking around, I attempt to get a gauge for the weather and how it was outside since I had previously been inside and within the city.

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Onto A New Path.

I watch as my sensei puts on her bracers and give a nod as I’m told to stand by for now. That much was fine. I hang back, pegging it to be morning ish, feeling the soft breeze flowing through the forest with my gaze to the side. During this time, Goronova’s spiritual humanoid figure would transcend the sword on my back and come to stand to my side, not really interested in me, but moving away from me as if distracted by something in the forest. Turning around, I look at her walk away for a moment before my attention shifts to the little dragon thing that I didn’t know liked me or not. Seeing it, I would see about getting its attention and waving to it to see how it might respond. I wondered if it did things like play fetch and stuff like that. With no clue what type of training we would be doing, I didn’t know how to prepare, but since my sensei was putting on her bracers, I figured it would probably be a good idea to put on my greaves. With that thought process in mind, I reach for the padded gloves on my waist, taking them off and putting the left one on before fixing the right one over my hand and forearm. While doing so I asked, “how did things go with your return home?” In this manner and with that question, I would be standing by casually as my sensei prepared.

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As it would turn out, the creature would respond and thus I would not go into putting on my greaves. A bit of sorrow came into my heart as I saw the response from the little guy. I was hoping that he had gotten over that misunderstanding from earlier… or was it a she? Something in my mind had me believe that was part of the reason why the beat didn’t like me. I step to the side as the ball of energy passes me by narrowly with my eyes on the creature as it scurries into a bush. The passing of the energy ball causes my shirt to flap slightly in the breeze it made. Wiping my nose, I give a soft, “heh” before commenting, “still doesn’t like me, eh?” Thinking that I heard my sensei begin to say something, I turn to look at her with a questioning gaze and tilt my head as I inquire, “you’re do?...” More importantly, I jut my thumb to the creature and ask, “that’s a she right?”

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I give a nod as I make a stronger attempt to remember this important detail about the creature. My gaze shifts from my Sensei back to the bushes to make sure I didn’t have to evade another attack on my personage. I felt that it would be a long road in getting along with that thing. With the warming up comment, I chuckle light and awkwardly, “I hope not with a series of blasts...” with my attention still on where the creature might be at due to its magic signature. With the question of any questions, my gaze shifts back to my Sensei, resting upon her new form. As if she wasn’t hot enough already, there were several qualities of this form and attire that she took that could be considered easy on the eyes. It was leagues better than the super hero suit she used to wear; I thanked god that I wouldn’t actually ever have to wear one of those. Initially my gaze would be at her chest, though not too notable from the distance between us as it quickly adjusts up to her face; just a natural thing as a male. I query with a face of inquiring, “well, Sensei, what exactly will we be doing for training today?”

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My head is slanted to the side in an inquisitive manner. “Fight-o?” my words escape in an inquiring inflection as my gaze rests on her. Suddenly upon the though, immediately the art of grappling came to mind! Groping sensei’s flesh was forbidden, that much was a given, but if it were a mistake in the heat of practice… then maybe it could be overlooked? Or maybe unnoticed? Much like the Cheshire of fable, a grin spreads across my lips, but only internally of course; such a course response would be hidden behind my seemingly confused visage. As her arms lift, so should the breast if the limbs were taken above her head. The tilt of my own head would straighten up around this time as a solid nod with the mask of determination and pluckiness shrouds my face. I guess I could consider it a nice thing that the sensei was going to attempt to handicap herself for me; I wondered if her martial abilities were that much greater than mine, or if there was some other thing that would create a gap between the two of us. I watch as she shows me her rear to place a box down somewhere before returning back. My right hand lifts to the back of my neck as I rub it slightly while bending my neck back and stretching it a bit before lowering it and shrugging, “okay.” I guess that meant I wasn’t to pull out my sword for this. The stance is noticed and concerning at first. From what I could observe from it, she seemed to have the fighting stance of a novice; I wondered if that was some type of trick or something to that nature to lure me in. I made the mental note to be careful of the inviting opening which would probably be presented therein. Since I had to take this seriously, as if my life depended on it, my eyes close as I lower my head down for a moment.

I channel my essence as concentrate on my circulation of Ki. A force of wind swirls about my body and pushes out from my body in a rotating manner as my artifact is activated and my gaze lifts up revealing deep blue eyes that match the tribal marking that formed on the right side of my face at cheek height. My hair shifts a bit in the rippling wind as the activation is completed with my eyes on the target of my Sensei.

The first thing I needed to do was to break through her defenses. My body shifts to the side and I hop slightly into a loose stance with my rear arm wafting up and down across my chest and the other forward limb facing Sensei with a hybrid half palm keeping on the balls of the foot with my steps light. In this manner, I shift a step or two to her right side and wait in studying her for a moment before my movements become more explosive and my body quickly bounds the three or so steps needed to cross the distance between us. The first attack would come in what seemed a snap kick aimed for her front leg with a swift recoil on my own end; the attack probably resulting in a stance switch or invert for me.

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HP: 140 / 140
ST: 136 / 140

Martial Arts (Perfected, Affinity, No roll) - 5% * Novice Fighter's Endurance = 4%
- Stamina Chart

Onto A New Path.

My stance inverts as my body comes around with the kick striking air and does was it was intended to do. Not expecting to land a hit with the first attack, the purpose of the jabbing kick was to cause a reaction from her that I could counter react to; as such there would be no pause in my assault. I would be attempting to read her movements and be attacking under the full assumption that not only was my sensei stronger than me, but faster than me as well. This would delve deep into my original training where my original teachers taught me that martial arts was developed for the weak to defend themselves against the strong. The continuation of the snap kick continues my momentum when she lifts her own leg in a kick and my body elevates with my arms redirecting her kick with my own movements and partially using it as a support in that instance as my body spins aerially (Acrobatics, Perfected, +1 Dex) whereas my rear leg is brought around and aimed to strike to the side of my sensei’s head (MA Fighting, Perfected) as my body would complete its rotation. This would result in me landing a bit to her side, crouched and bracing for my next attack or defense.

In that moment of the first attack, I was able to realize that I would have to accelerate my own movement just to keep up with her; she was as much faster than me as I anticipated which would make this a tough battle for me, regardless of her skill level in fighting.

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HP: 140 / 140
ST: 131 / 140 (*previous was off by 1%)

Acrobatic (Perfected, Affinity) = ( 10/2 = 5%/2 ) = -3 STA
Martial Arts (Perfected, Affinity, Fighter’s Endurance) = ( 10/2/2/0.85% ) = -3 STA
DMG Potential = (MA fighting+ Affinity) = 3 (Strong)
....= -10 hp if guarded; -25 hp if unguarded
....ROLLING MA: only if rolled Omega squared; DMG Potential will = 5 (destructive)

Ooc: I was going to start out with something like ‘to my knowledge you don’t roll styles and arts,’ but then I read “Melee: Attack is unskilled and/or whiffed; a successful strike will hit at 20% of its potential.” So, as such, accuracy of each strike is gauged. Thanks for asking because I needed to be reminded as well.

- Stamina Chart

Onto A New Path.

The power in my own kick surprises me as it interrupts my next attack and pursuing her didn’t seem like a good idea. Still, I was happy with the results, even if the attack was blocked. There was no time to celebrate, I knew, or at least thought, that an attack like that probably wouldn’t slow down my sensei. I have time to stand as she slides back, but when she comes at me, it’s with the speed I would expect from her, the blur; I am reminded that keeping up with a speed that outclasses your own wasn’t an easy task to perform. The small amount of distance is enough to assist me a little. If I had the ability to focus and analyze her attack this time, I would see that she seemed to be performed much better than her previous attack, but I’m only given enough time to react to her coming at me. Having stood into a side stance about the time of her approach, the situation coaxes me to reflexively evade to what would be her right side utilizing the two steps of kou-ho and hai-ho, or basically a side to rear step. Normally against a weaker or equal opponent, this technique would give me the positioning needed to strike from the rear, but due to the fact that I knew Izumi-sensei was faster than me, it’s just enough to avoid being struck while hopefully giving me time to set up another defense or look for a counter attack opening. With my guard up during, my left arm would only come in contact with Izumi if it were guiding her initial strike away from me while evading. The wind of her movement and the sound made would be my major indications of her passing position.

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HP: 140 / 140
ST: 128 / 140
Martial Arts (Perfected, Affinity, Fighter’s Endurance) = ( 10/2/2/0.85% ) = -3 STA

Ooc: Since I rolled the omega squared, the damage was 5 instead of 3, so when guarded, the damage should have been -50 hp instead of -10 (due to a +2 dmg difference). No need to correct it though, I just wanted to point it out.

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