Posted: Wed Nov 18, 2009 9:55 pm Post subject: Threshold [Rank Training]
Too many... A heavy blade swung down, only to be stopped dead by the teeth of a sword breaker. With a flick of the wrist, Izaku threw his opponent's blade up into the air, catching it in his right hand on the way back down. He took a step in, elbowing the hunter in the gut. Why wont these images stop? He slashed across the man's exposed chest as he staggered backwards from the blow. He fell to his back with a large gash running through his shirt. While he was fighting a battle in real life, his mind was the slight of a different, much more deadly fight. What form of torment is this? Snapping his leg up, he caught a shinobi that was coming up behind him in the jaw and sent him soaring through the air. When will it all end? A shadow loomed over him as another foe tried to jump down on him from a nearby rooftop. His dagger collapsed and the shards flew around the sword and attached to it, making it thicker and about a foot longer. Gripping the hilt with both hands, he stabbed upward into the man's stomach then swung wildly to the right. The man was flung from the blade and flew into another who was trying to get back up from one of Izaku's previous attacks. "You demon! Die!" Izaku turned to see yet another hunter ninja charging directly at him, his blade raised over his head. With a simple movement, he swung up the longsword, blocking the strike. "Why do you people make me kill you?" He circled his blade around, driving the man's sword into the earth. He raised his foot up into the air and kicked the man hard in the gut. The man reeled in pain backwards, slumping up against a wall. Someone shouted behind him. Acting on reflex, he raised his blade and spun around, cutting an opponent's finger's off their sword hand. Izaku clenched his free hand into a fist and punched the hunter in the face. When... will it end...?
A desert stretched out before Izaku; one that he had seen often lately. One small difference from his last visit here had soon become apparent. A massive blade struck out of the sand in the distance. Its surface was completely smooth; not an imperfection to be seen. Out from behind the blade stepped a figure. "Tor!" Izaku instinctively reached for hyoumenkaken, finding it was missing from his back. Grumbling, he pulled Hahen Yaiba from its sheath on his lower leg and charged. "Mmm... not quite, Izaku." When he closed in on the figure, they effortlessly pulled a longsword from a sheath and parried his attack, shoving him to the side. He spun around to the look at the person, discovering immediately that was indeed not Tor. A woman stood before him, black hair flowed down to the center of her back and a mysterious blue aura surrounded her. One arm was covered by a loose black sleeve while the other was completely exposed. They had vary similar appearances, hell they looked like they were related to each other. "Claire... " She laughed. "You are getting good at this, aren't you? " She spun her blade around several times before she stabbed it into the ground and leaned her weight on it. "Do you think that you'll be able to fight with just that? How about you try that one over there?" She pointed to the massive sword that was half-buried in the sand. "Don't worry, I'll wait for you to pull it out. You should know me well enough to tell that i don't lie." Izaku spun his dagger around, flipping it back into its sheath. "Fine..." He slowly walked over the blade, discovering that it was actually taller than he was. Of course he was used to handling large blades, but this was on an entirely different level. He reached out and wrapped his fingers around the hilt, tensing up his muscles as he did so. On touching the blade, his head was filled with thousands of voices, each too indistinguishable to make anything out. Ignoring the voices, Izaku pulled up with all his might, straining his arms to lift up the blade, but to no avail. Not even the sand around the blade budged even with all his effort. "No, I guess you're not ready for that yet... you have yet to remember the truth."
"Its your damn fault that i can't remember!" Izaku roared as he pulled his dagger back out, pointing it directly at Claire. She didn't budge, just remaining silent with an almost sad look on her face. "Now, is that what you really think that...? Do you think that we did this? Do you really remember so little? We gave this opportunity to help you... to remember the truth... What happened here... Who you are..." Izaku just stared at her. "What... do you mean..?" She didn't say anything else, simply kicking her blade up out of the sand. She brought both of her hands together on opposite sides of the hilt then pulled her arms violently in opposite directions. As her arms stretched out to their full length, Izaku noticed that there was a sword in each hand. She hung her head down so that her hair covered his view of her eyes. She stood there for a few seconds then charged forward with her head still hung low. She slashed sideways with both blades at the same time, creating an X shape with the swords. Izaku ducked under one strike and brought his dagger up to block the second. the sword breaker caught her blade for a second, but a moment later, Hahen Yaiba snapped in half along the point of impact. The shards flew off in every direction, implanting themselves in the sand. Claire swung back with one of her arms, catching him in the chin with the back of her hand. This didn't really hurt, it just caught him off guard a bit. She followed the attack up with a kick to his abdomen, then she thrust one of her blades into his lower chest.
Izaku looked down to see a knife sticking out of his chest. He growled as he looked up, his eyes flashing red for a split second. He completely ignored the knife, leaving it to hand in his flesh while he fought. He advanced on the attacker, stabbing his blade into their shoulder the tearing downward until their arm fell clean off. He turned his strike, slamming the flat edge of his sword into the side of their chest. They fell to the ground, whimpering as the stub that was left of their arm bled. He looked around him; every last one of the hunters lay incapacitated on the ground. While some had great wounds, he had not killed a single one of them. If they survived or not was now between them and their gods. He had held off the hunter ninja, but he battle was not yet over. He ran has hand across the surface of the sword, drawing the shards back away from it so that they could form a gauntlet around his left hand. He stared into the steel as his mind was flooded with pictures again; Claire standing just in front of him with her blade running through him. _________________ Beware the messenger of death
Izaku's weapons Evolving Weapon Roleplaying Characters: Zacara Seath Izaku Takimi Zephiel Kotori No 4th RPC RPG Stats: Shinobi Rank: SS-Rank~ S-Rank~C Rank (Chuunin/ Special Jounin) Village: Missing-nin(s)~Iwagakure Fame: 3000~750~0 Infamy: 0 Training Points: 560 Inventory: 15 kunai, 25 explosive tags, 10 explosive sacks, 2 explosive nets, 3 fuma shurikan , teiken and onike, 2 metal chains~ 6 weapon scrolls, 25 kunai, 10 shurikan, 25 explosive tags, Hahen Yaiba, Risu Kontan, Kakera Seishin, Togire Shigai, Danketsu ~20 Kunai, 10 Shurikan, 20 feet of wire, Grace of Earth
OOC: +4; Total of 4/5. Would have given you full points but I feel like that the story needs another post to be complete. _________________ 2 Ex. Rank Trains, 1 Auot Rank Up
OOC: Indeed, i was not finished. shoulda given me a 4.9 xD.
IC:
Izaku stared down at his reflection in the blade, seeing something rather strange. He saw two others standing behind him with their arms crossed. He recognized one of them as Tor, but the other was distorted by the weapon's shape. With a grimace, he looked up the length of the sword. his own blood ran down the edge of it. "Izaku, you were the strongest of us... Why did all these things happen?" Izaku let out a low groan, closing his eyes. "If you have fallen so far that I could beat you so easily... you've no hope." Izaku looked up in rage, noticing that she still wasn't looking at him. He knew he only had one shot, so he acted as forcefully as he could. He slammed his fist down on the face of the blade near the hilt. The sudden movement made her grip on the blade loosen ever so slightly; but that was all he needed. He leaped backward, pulling the hilt from her hand as he flipped through the air. In mid flight, he grabbed the hilt with both hands and tore the blade from his chest. After landing hard in the sand several feet away, he quickly turned to face Claire, holding her blade out in front of him. The wound strangely didn't hurt, as if it wasn't even there. "I'm not so weak." He focused up his energy and drew the shards of Hahen Yaiba back to his hand, reforming the blade.
He charged at her, jumping high up into the air when he was at the edge of her range. He aimed at her with the dagger and threw it at her. After a second of flight, the blade exploded into a cloud of shards that continued their momentum towards her. She easily dodged the projectiles by stepping to the side. In dodging the shards, she was almost caught by the next strike. As Izaku carved the blade through the sand, he suddenly ripped it upward at her, covering his strike with a spray of sand. Claire quickly spun around, barely blocking the strike. With the two blades connecting, she pushed back against him with all of her strength, trying to repel the full effect of the slash. Izaku grinned, dropping his sword while his other hand made a quick slashing motion. The shards from his dagger flew sideways at Claire, but as she turned to block them, they all fell to the sand. She looked at them for a second, confused, then a hard kick caught the side of her head.
She flew back, slamming hard into the desert sands. By the time she realized what had happened,
Izaku was standing over her, holding her own blade to her throat. She finally looked back up at him, smiling. "That's more like it... alright, you deserve to hear a bit more. You keep seeing this place, right?" Izaku nodded, keeping his face clear of emotion while keeping his sword arm steady. "Something happened here, something terrible... lots of people died; some strong, some weak, and some who didn't even belong here... The last one of us-" "Azreal, right?" She nodded, still grinning. " Right, you seem to be accessing more than we thought... but that's not the point. If you want to learn the whole truth, you must fight and defeat each one of us." Izaku unconsciously pulled the blade back towards himself a bit. "One down then." Claire let out a long laugh before she started talking again. "Sure, why not? You still have to beat Tor and Azreal, so good luck.... and Izaku.... Never Let your guard down." She twisted her body, kicking the blade out of Izaku's hand with a sudden ferocity. She rolled up to her knee, stabbing forward with her other blade.
One of the hunters in front of Izaku had been struggling to reach for a throwing ax that was on his partner's shoulder. When he finally managed to get a hold of it, he flung it at Izaku with the rest of his strength.
The blade cut into Izaku's chest in a different spot than before, cutting deep into it, though not going all the way through. "I may accept defeat here... but i plan on staying with you this time.... Vanish. " The world around him began to dissolve just as it had in his first confrontation with Tor. The mountains were the first to go, then the sand melted away until all around him was a vast blackness; save Claire and her blade.
The ax cut in Izaku's chest at the same moment the blade went through, but he reacted to both the same way, at the same time. The images overlapped; the ax vanishing and Claire appearing in the city streets in front of him. She looked up with an almost friendly smile as the outline of her body broke up, leaving behind her blue aura. The aura floated there for a second, retaining her shape, then it slowly moved forward; being absorbed into the sword that now stuck out of his chest. The man who threw the ax looked on, bewildered. he managed to speak once before passing out from the wound in his shoulder. "Akuma... Risu... Kontan..." (Demon of the Fractured Soul). Izaku quickly gripped the blade and ripped it out of his chest, finding no wound where it had pierced him. The second he pulled the blade out, his eyes changed to a shade of blue. Whenever you wield this weapon, my soul will join with yours.... He looked down at the sword for several seconds before he put it on his back where hyoumenkaken used to be. Thank you... He looked around at the mess he had made; motionless bodies thrown across the ground, blood staining the street, and even a severed limb. He had meant to stop killing, though those who he ended up killing didn't give him any choice in it. Though today, he would be able to walk away knowing that not a single one of them was killed by his hand. _________________ Beware the messenger of death
Izaku's weapons Evolving Weapon Roleplaying Characters: Zacara Seath Izaku Takimi Zephiel Kotori No 4th RPC RPG Stats: Shinobi Rank: SS-Rank~ S-Rank~C Rank (Chuunin/ Special Jounin) Village: Missing-nin(s)~Iwagakure Fame: 3000~750~0 Infamy: 0 Training Points: 560 Inventory: 15 kunai, 25 explosive tags, 10 explosive sacks, 2 explosive nets, 3 fuma shurikan , teiken and onike, 2 metal chains~ 6 weapon scrolls, 25 kunai, 10 shurikan, 25 explosive tags, Hahen Yaiba, Risu Kontan, Kakera Seishin, Togire Shigai, Danketsu ~20 Kunai, 10 Shurikan, 20 feet of wire, Grace of Earth
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