Ryuho Mikoto Nakata's Posts

"Ah~ah, are we to become fodder for the ladies, this time round? Oh! Hazama, we also have to find your ring."

The most exciting stag night in the world. Ryuho had had prepared everything for the grand ceremony that is now coming due today. Nothing could have been more accomplished when the Hokage of the village throws all of his efforts into arranging the most ostentatious bachelor's party that any shinobi nation has ever seen. Ryuho had called up all of his contacts and friends to show up tailored and suited for the wedding between his commander of special forces and one of the most stunning kunoichi in the village. And this old coot was made even happier when the groom named him the best men! Ryuho! He bragged all about it to Yuu-chan that day, boasting how he was loved by his most wonderful leafies. This would be a very important military wedding. The Hokage had Hazama's ANBU squad function as the honor guard, so that once the marital duties and vows were said, Ryuho's own Takashi blades would be the first swords that pass over Hazama and Kali Hyuuga's heads as they exit the church. And that'd be the proudest moment of his life, when he would see off the "Just Married" couple, and sign their honeymoon papers so they don't have to return for active duty for god-knows-how-long. The party was held at the bar Ryuho frequented the most, and it was practically an entire nightclub that he had rented. When the sun dimmed its light on the village, it was Las Vegas time. Hundreds of close shinobi swarmed in there followed by any civilians that might have taken interest into what the glamarous ruckus was all about. He remembered dancing on a top of a bar stand before moving on with a couple of decently-looking ladies. He did well in his job. Perhaps too well. The last thing he remembered was taking a transluscent chalice foaming right above the surface, his eyes admiring the small sparks of bubbles that swam underneath, welcomed the golden-yellow bitterness freshen him, and watched as the world spun all around him while the sneer of the devil peered over from above...

Ryuho's eyes flickered open just as one poor soul cried out for his life. Terror and wary hoarseness filled the voice as it echoed throughout the recently-brightened cells, fortified by durable metal bars. Ryuho tried to get up but then he was immediately dragged back down. His body still felt numb from the crazy night he pulled off, but as the blurriness was erased from his vision, and his eyes wandered from his sober friend to the shackles on his arm and leg, Ryuho realized that he certainly wasn't in Konoha no more. The man heard slight plitters of rain outside his cell, and felt warm and sticky... all over him! He felt...different.. as if he was..nude. Ryuho peered down over in between his legs, and resting right behind his post-pubic bush, was HIMSELF. Ryuho's senses immediately turned on, as various chemicals and neurotransmitters all worked to increase his heart rate so he could now fully react to the situation. Ryuho had no idea where his clothes or weapons were, nor did he know why he's in a room with several imprisoned men with their penises flat out in the open, and a whole bunch of erotic and exotic sex toys that Ryuho was very, very familiar with. They were all part of the art of peeking.

"Oh ~ ohh...... my head.." he whimpered as Hazama scolded him. Another man had also begun to regain consciousness and replied to Hazama's inquiry. Quick on his feet, it seemed like Hazama had gotten a general handle on what the situation was, while Ryuho continued to analyze his surroundings, taking into consideration everything his senses could grab hold of and his own vague memory of what happened last night. He heard footsteps approaching, before seeing a masked figure wearing a cloak appearing before them. Their savior from Konohagakure? A ANBU hero sent by the village once they realized the top men have disappeared? Or perhaps it was the executioner? Coming by to admire the guys before he castrates them and engages in passionate necrophilia with the corpses? The following sinister laughter mocking Hazama's despair discouraged Ryuho's hopes. But seconds later, in the blink of an eye, the man was swiftly dispatched and neutralized, by one of the fugliest manwomen Ryuho has ever laid eyes on. Big Beth was biiiigggg.

Ryuho just watched silently as Big Beth and the drugged body left the scene. A minute later, Big Beth returned and dumped the body right between Hazama and he like it was a sac of dog shit. The bars closed once more, and the men were still shackled up. Oh, shit.... Ryuho thought. He had thought about laughing a moment earlier, but decided against doing so as it seemed like the man was on the verge of regaining consciousness. They had to get out of here, murk their kidnappers, get back to Konohagakure for the beautiful wedding waiting for them, and look like they weren't recently escapees who had a massive hangover and had to travel from another country away from a group of kinky kidnappers of questionable femininity. Not to mention Hazama and he badly needed a bunch of fresheners to get rid of the smell of lube, sweat, and sheer horror from their bodies. Now there were at least three men with him, all in the same conditions and in the same plight. "Hoo ~ hehe. It looks like I can give us verrryyy different experiences, huh Hazama? What a mess, what a mess we're in. Can't wait for the next bottle.." he said with slight jubilance. Although they were in an unknown predicament, Ryuho remained relatively calm and cheerful. Although it does not like look individual brute physical force will break them out of these chains, a plethora of experiments to try out had gotten hold of his curiosity. He crossed one leg over another, and wondered to himself what the structure of the shackles were, and wanted to study the mechanisms of the lock holes. Though disorientated, his shinobi mind is still trying to reconnect ideas. His mind wandered over to the wall that the chains were attached to, and just pondered. He thought about Big Beth coming back, and the five of them engaging in a verbal convo of familiarity, where a few compliments here and there could dig a long way into another's psychology. Moods and attitudes relaxing, Ryuho can keep his ground with a lady no matter how unlady-like they are. He still had his groomsman duties, and it was vital that he made it to the wedding stand alongside his friend even if he couldn't attend to it before guests filled up the room.

Kagura would walk into the torture chamber of the ANBU headquarters. She had visited this place many times and facilitated several interrogations herself as she was once commander of the special forces, so she was familiar with the mechanisms and suited to its usage. She saw Musashi sitting near the veggified body, a fellow clansmen who walked a different path than her. Dressed in what appears to be a gimp suit, the Hozuki was placed from toe to his neck in the familiar contraption with ninja seals circling its very surface, triggered by several seal tags. This would make her job a lot easier. Tubes connecting to the sides of the wall where a few operatives aided in the process from the shadows, Kagura shifted hand movements and molded the chakra within her, in order to initiate one of the most useful techniques in her arsenal. "Sigh.... alright, looks like it's time for me to begin", she said, carrying out her dictatorial duties. She placed her hand right on Junpei's head, closed her heads, and concentrated to activate the technique while the machine ran. From there, it was easy for her jutsu to take over, and she entered as a mental image into the wrecked man. Even without immediate medical attention after brain damage and Konohagakure's own extensive operation, the attack had damaged some regions that were redundant, and was dealt in such that his brain's ability to hold memories is still largely kept. Although there were still many things Kagura couldn't see; actually, she can't see most of Junpei's life technically, but what she can drag out will be 100% useful in the future. And so Kagura dived right in.

She saw the man's progression. How he had sought and aspired to collect all of the swords of the Seven Swordsmen. A native of Kirigakure, he defected to Yukigakure where he made a name of himself as an ANBU Black OP. And it was also after did he meet Ryuho Mikoto Nakata, the man, or who the man formerly was, sitting near her in this room. She could not see exactly what had transpired there, but she knew that shortly afterwards, he had joined forces with a orange-haired lady. A lady very familiar to the one reported during the invasion of long ago. Saika Oshiro was her name, and the organization she revived was the Akatsuki. Musashi's suspicions were correct when he had deduced that a terrorist missing-nin organization was involved. But it seems like their goal this time was different. She read about his settlement in Kirigakure, and all about his involvement with other Akatsuki members, including Kurage Bekutoru, Soran Hyuga, Konto Kaguya, saito Senju, Ichirou Oshiro. Two of them were Missing-Nin from Konohagakure, and with Saito it was confimed that Akatsuki was indeed their enemy. Analyzing all about his return to Kirigakure, Kagura carefully witnessed how he had interacted with the Mizukage Lady Neru, their passionate se- ooh, wait, skipping over that... and oh! oh! oh the horror! C'est horrible! With the thrust of his blade, Junpei had ended the life of his love. A one-night romance. Nothing more horrid than a quickie. This was valuable. A stunning revelation that shifted her own understanding of the Shinobi World. To think that Kirigakure would be affilaited with Akatsuki, and the Mizukage's close relationship with Saika. But what... Did she not hear of Neru's disappearance from long ago? And about the series of political instabilities regarding the two Mizukages after her? Kagura could not help but think that maybe some of them were murdered by Akatsuki as well, like Kouketsu and Aya. And it did not help with the next scene, where Junpei outright murdered the ANBU Captain of Kirigakure. A frightening foe who continues to terrorize his former village. A new scene flashed before Kagura, as she saw a blonde, rather kinky-looking girl. It was only after hearing and seeing did she realize that the girl was a kidnapped Konohagakure girl who had undergone major cosmetic transformations, and renamed herself as Nori. She had no doubt that this was the girl that Musashi had been looking for for so long while he was Hokage. The girl named Kami Hanabira was still in Kirigakure.

And from there, she followed him as he traveled over to Otogakure. The attack on the village and the incurring battle, and his ascension to Daimyo status. All of taht was made available to her, including several activities and interactions he had made while he posed himself as their leader. During which Kagura saw the image of a masked man entering the room while Junpei was with another ninja. Reading his thoughts as well, she learned of Junpei's connection with Kamina Shurajo, a fellow Akatsuki member. The man would later be known as a mad scientist of sorts with his own secret base situated in Otogakure. Around this turn, he had a run-in with Sketh Matamune, the next ANBU Captain of Kirigakure. Through a shady dealing with Sketh, the Kirigakure commander secretly removed Junpei from the Bingo Book. That crafty fox. Still hanging on, Kagura learned of his killings of two Kumogakure shinobi, as well as the murder of the previous leader- Saika Oshiro. Techniques as well as knowledge on other characters' capabilities were stored in her own brain. Everything else were things that Musashi himself could verify. She finished reading his mind, and the process took a little over a hour. 'Course, she did this all the time in the past, so it was no problem.

Somewhat exhausted, she took roughly thirty minutes explaining everything she saw and heard to Musashi, making sure she highlighted the Akatsuki organization, the state of affairs regarding Kirigakure, description of Kamina Shurajo who stands to be the last remaining Akatsuki survivor, the disappearance of the other Akatsuki members, Otogakure, who and how he had killed, and finally - Nori a.k.a. Kami Hanabira.

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Musashi could see that it was Hitomi's turn now that most of the pain in her finger had subsided, and she was ready to perform jutsu. A finger raised, she began drawing in the air, leaving trails of white aura energy wherever her little digit moved. Saru.... Musashi thought, curious about what seemed to be its kanji letter drawn in the air. Not a moment later, the kanji dropped to the ground, and as if summoning a creature from another portal, the form of a monkey made from the characteristic colors and distortions of wind took shape. The pinnacle of what Musashi was expecting today, here a wind user had crafted her own work from her own heart and her own mind. Aside from being warriors, soldiers, and magicians and sorcerors of all occult fields, they were also artists, able to create their own reality from abstract concepts. He hoped that should his students live longer than him, and live a full life to retirement, that they could spend their life as artists and artisans, using their skills for craft and not for military duty. She had complete control of the monkey's movements. Musashi did not flinch as the monkey approached him, although he did know that monkeys were tricky creatures, and at the snap of a finger, the thing could jump right at his face as part of Hitomi's prank, so his hand was always ready to react to this. About a minute later, a shuto-like slash had ended the marvel that her doll had given to the group, and all that was left was reception.

Musashi clapped his hands for a few seconds; although it was mainly directed at the whole group's demonstration rather than an individual's performance. He scratched his cheek. Hitomi's technique was a somewhat advanced jutsu that was at its preliminary stages, given that she was still a Genin. So, perhaps with more focus and manipulation, the monkey could act as a weapon or an explosive. But indeed, if they were in times of war and this some lesson was done, Musashi would have asked her to show something that's more directly applicable in combat, whether it be with the same jutsu or not. He knew that the monkey could not be just for entertainment and play purposes, precisely because it was a jutsu that combined the two essential changes in chakra so well. If Hitomi could move it around as she liked, then of course it would at the very least harass anyone that it comes close to. But he didn't care about the technique itself today, and would have handed Hitomi a medal.

"Well done, Hitomi. That jutsu is a good representation of what we're doing today. You showed that shaping wind chakra into a familiar form and manipulating it can bring its own pleasant rewards and versatility. With that, the possibilities are potentially limitless for the ninja. That is how one can appreciate Ninjutsu. Haha.... I have no more words today other than you've got a very good handle on jutsu execution".

Musashi scratched his chin once more, before his face suddenly lit up and he smacked a fist onto the palm of his open hand.

"Ah, that's right. I just remembered. The village has issued a certain task to shinobi sensors, and now that I know two of you have some skill and there's four of us here, we can fulfill the challenge while playing a little game of tag. Kuroo and Hitomi. Basically you two are tasked with finding either Takeo or me. We'll be off in the forest, hiding, and you two would try to find us via chakra sensing, and try to tag us. Actual contact is not necessary, as just throwing a kunai or jutsu and having it land somewhere near us will suffice. After that, we'll regroup here and resume our usual program. Takeo, you go that way, and I'll go the other way. It'd be up to you two to decide who to pursue after, but you are not to move until there has been at least a 150 meter gap in between you and whoever you're after. See ya!" Musashi explained. And with that, he turned the other way and headed straight for the forest. He was no doubt the fastest one here so he'd pick up some distance the easiest. He really didn't have an ulterior motive behind this, as this was just a way for him to get the group to exercise themselves physically. A post-post warm up if you will.

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It appeared as if others had awoken in this madhouse of deviant horror. Reactions were similar - that perculiar expression of terror and confusion as if one woke up to see that all of their fingers were all gone. They were potential tragic victims united here through different causes, and all of them fell for the same person. It was interesting how "colorful" they were, for it was rare for shinobi from three of the great villages unwittingly gathered. Ryuho glanced at Erwin as he rummaged through the myriad of toys, as if were trying to pick out a particular one that he liked. A strange fellow, Ryuho had thought to himself, but there was also an instinct that told him that the man was taking this chance to try to find a way out of there rather than savoring his final moment by joining in on this grotesque pleasure. More men beginning to wake up was good. Ryuho began to feel a bit more unperturbed after he corrected Hazama in that he innocently meant a bottle of sake to dowse himself of this memory of nightmares. His composture was nearly lost when Hazama reported his findings from his Byakugan. "Oh ~ oh~ no, four hundred sounds like a massive orgy fest...." Ryuho cried out as the numbers indicated that each woman had the opportunity to rape at least three men here. And with them being actual kunoichi, that meant there wasn't any fighting back if they were being restrained of their chakra abilities. What a deviant plan... Ryuho thought. If he had known about the true perils of this group, he would have strengthened his efforts to combat them. Unfortunately, from looking at Big Beth, it seemed unlikely any of the women were pleasant to the eyes, therefore there was no positivity, no bright side, no benefit, nothing to look forward to in the slightest bit even if they should lose everything here - their dignity, freedom, and possibly their lives. Still, he commended how Captain Hazama conquered the group and took control over their direction. Truly, a man is to be made of today.

As he had expected, Hazama's Taijutsu was effective in this situation. Constructs of chakra met with their shackles, and with a quick twist, Ryuho was able to free himself from some of his constraints, reuniting him with more of his chakra reserves. He cupped the shackles in between the palm and backhand. Ryuho dared not to get up yet, in fear that further noise might alert Big Beth and her goons. He messaged his wrists, rolled his neck, and tried to relax his shoulder. So long as he could control his chakra more properly now, even the most basic Ninjutsu would provide huge help here. But alas, although he was a warrior, he was primarily a swordsman and the options he had were severely limited still. Ryuho's eyes widened as the man from Kumo was a man with a plan. Displaying his unique Senju abilities to him, he had worked the pin on his ankles until they were free. He did not need to move at all, for Hazama with his Byakugan could see anything that was coming their way. Ryuho dared to be bold. He picked up one of the toys, yes firmly in the grip of one of his hands. He decided to turn away from the eyes of the other men, with his ankle right on the shackle that is touching the ground now. This would help minimize the noise. Now, this was going to be rough, but he could do it so long as the only thing to worry about were their surrounding walls. Applying the transformation jutsu on the joystick, he would make it thinner before placing it right in the hole of the pin that held the chain to the wall. Firmly fitting it with barely any more space, he poured all of his arm strength right in that area and giving it an excruciating number of seconds, twisted it off, and safely placed the shackle on the ground. He then gave the joystick a bladed edge - clearly this was no longer usable in practical sexual activities. To be honest, so long as he got his hands on a real pair of swords, he did not need to retrieve the original pair. The Takashi was almost an abstract, an idea that lives on through generations as an immortal legend by the Nakata. Perhaps even the pair that was stolen from him was not truly the original in the first place.

Now that he was reunited with his chakra reserves and could fully control his chakra now, Ryuho felt powerful again. He could use Ninjutsu and burn the whole place down, but that was unreasonable. "Oh ~ hoo ~ hoo, how the tables have begun to turn, my fellow shinobi". He knew that the other men were aware that the shinobi cell was freeing themselves ,and were only to eager to receive their liberation as well. Taking Katsuro's wooden mallet momentarily, he would use it to free Alder from his shackles as soon as possible. With at least five Jounin levels working to leave, things seemed to have brightened up a lot. "Mhm ~ mhm, yes. These men have probably suffered more than us. They long for their homes once more. Like us, they should return to where they belong".

Big Beth gonna get murked.

Between Warriors

The wooden stick. Most people think of it as something you could snap like a twig, an appendage of bark that is frail and weak. Musashi looked at the stick, which looked back at him. He need not recount its texture, color, size, shape, or form. That's what people see every day all around Konohagakure. Sticks and leaves are like puddles in his village. But Musashi saw a sword. A sword is a weapon that can be used. He had known of sword masters who did not fight against people, but ended fights against challengers with the mere use of a stick you could pick up from someone's backyard. He held it with a slightly firm grip, so that it may not leave his hand, but in this case he may not break it by accident. He stood on the rock base platform right under the feet of the statue of his predecessor, Hashirama Senju. He could listen to the sound of the water as it flowed by- hints and shades of clear blue right out of the top most corners of his eyes. Although there were no other sticks around, a bunch of leaves could be seen littered along the platform where he was, before it was pushed just a little by the devilish wind into the water, where it would be washed away to another stream. This ninja swordsman, Miyamoto Musashi, who seeks to be the strongest man in the world to claim the title "Invincible Under the Sun", stood just several feet from the big toes of the Hashirama statue. He remembered how he came to be marvel upon this stick, as originally he was out on a mission to clean up the valley a little. Dressed in his black kosode and hakama which was of a more grayish color, he looked more of a ronin rather than a samurai. Yet ties to the remnants of his former self were not severed, for his dual Takashi blades, legendary swords perfect for cutting, were on him, and were distinguished to those of his village who knew him. He liked the place near the valley, where he felt most at peace out. Musashi liked to rest at sites of old, fabled battlefields. In one moment, he could not help but stare out down at the river of the valley, and found pieces of green nature floating and being carried away. With a leap, he had landed right next to Hashirama's feet. Truly, Hashirama's greatness dwarfed his own, but perhaps someday there would be something built for him aside from his head, that would give this grand monument a run for its money. After that, he had spotted a stick right on the edge of its toe, picked it up, walked forward several paces before stopping, and simply looked at it. Like this....like that..... Musashi thought. He had already broken his fixation on the stick and concentrated his attention into applying it. His arms were strong and fast, and his arcs and curves were firm and fluid. His shoulder joint had rotated until the stick was well above it, before bringing it down with controlled force, mimicking the swings of a sword. I'll cut him before he cuts me.... he thought, visualizing his imaginary foe as he made a horizontal swipe with his arm, swinging the stick across from his face, where to Musashi, he had just sliced open the neck of the enemy. He made another downwards slash, with such precision and flawlessness that the stick did not seem to lose its rigidity. What a tough sword it is.


“Ho? You enter into this valley Sabo asking about my skill with the sword after you ended someone's life in front of me? I see that you are a strange one. You have a keen eyesight fellow ronin, to take interest in my horseplay with a twig", he said, while holding up his wooden stick in hand. It was hardly more than a foot long, and probably no more than a centimeter in diameter. "I have been training in the way of the sword for almost forty years. I come from a family that dwells within the bladed arts as if it were a gem. What about you, Sabo? What have you done with the sword? And who was that sap whose head is still sleeping right next to you? Perhaps you have cut more than your fair share of the necks of prey..."

Musashi had been looking at the sword that was stoned to the surface, a small wave of crimson red near the tip of the blade that no longer reflected light as did the pure stream waters behind him. The head was not particularly hard to look at. It was lifeless, and the face looked almost tired now. The man himself was peculiar in appearance. That dark skin reminded him of the ninja swordsmen of Kumogakure, but the pair of stylish sunglasses, black kimono, and hoe hairdoe made the man's origin unknown.Who is he? Musashi wondered. He killed a man…. I didn’t see if it was a man from the Land of Fire or not… but it doesn’t look like he’s from this nation. Is he a hunter ninja from another village? Caught off guard by this Sabo guy, he had posed a very interesting inquiry regarding his swordsmanship. Musashi looked back at the stick and back at the man. It didn’t take much time to connect the dots to realize that this man was a swordsman much like himself. Meaning he was a master at one of the arts, for only a swordsman of a certain level would recognize the stick as a sword, and the transfer of swordplay to it. Musashi did not notice the blood river behind him, but he sure did began to sense that particular metallic smell. An aroma he was well acquainted with, having had sliced and dismembered with his own swords. Alas, he decided to respond to the man.

A particular accent had pierced Musashi’s eardrums earlier; a secondary sound effect from the valley waterfall accompanied the ranting voice as it had caught Musashi’s attention. A mixture of comprehensible language, arcanic Latin, and straight-up slang insults made Musashi fixate on the pellets of blood from the freshly-made human corpse as it drooled all over on the water before him, mixing in with its chemical content as it washed away. Musashi did not get any drips from the poor soul who had his head detached from the rest of his body. Halting his session with the wooden stick, he looked back to see where the source of that dialect was, which would be right on the head of Madara Uchiha. He heard a bunch of religious words and God slewed together, though he didn’t know too much about what it meant. In his young years, he had multiple run-ins with religious folks. The voice sounded mad and aggressive. His eyes eventually found a man holding a sword with the head of the corpse, while using the body as a float. At the last second, the headless body was tossed away as the man made a great leap, passed Musashi, and landed on Hashirama’s foot. Though this was the country border, this was still part of Konohagakure and territory of the Land of Fire, thus he would not allow this man to leave until he snuffed him out completely.

“Musashi”, he replied, a slight grin opening up on his mouth as he spoke. “Miyamoto Musashi, Invincible Under The Sun”.

His name, or rather the name itself, was very famous in the Land of Iron. He had dueled and killed the real Musashi, who was known as the strongest man in the world from the samurai lands. The real Musashi had killed 70 samurai of the elite Yoshioka school in open combat, all in one night. A treacherous manslayer, he fled to the shinobi lands and took refuge in the Land of Fire for awhile, before he sought him out in the final days of his Hokageship and he had the most spiritually enlightening duels in his life. He abandoned his birth name and donned Musashi’s identity, taking over his legacy as a swordsman and find his own path in the way of the sword. Sabo explained before asking for his name his business here. Musashi didn’t know who the man was, but it seemed like he was part of the Land of Fire, as it was senile for someone to chase a criminal through countries. He decided to let it go, so long as the killer was sent by someone to take care of the evil that resided in this nation. Musashi agreed that Sabo probably had a varied kill list, and he too would not hesitate to cut down the enemy. The sword is there to cut, and the swordsman is the cutter. A sword exists to stop another sword.

Musashi had been caught off guard at first that Sabo introduced himself as someone from the Land of Iron. For an actual samurai to make his way to his village is something very much unprecedented. The Land of Iron... The Land of Iron... Musashi glanced over at the hairdoe samurai. Is he great? Can he topple over me? Or will I topple over him.. Musashi had his stick in hand. Like this....like that... he thought while waving his stick around gently, visualizing it as a sword. I'll get close... and swing at his throat.. wait until he's within range so I can avoid his agility.. no, I can appear from behind him and stab his right aorta.. There are quite a number of ways to kill someone.

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Name: Iaidō
Rank: A
Type: weaponry(Katana Fighting style)
Used For: Offensive, Defensive
Element:-
Range:- weapon reach
Duration: Permanant fighting style
Hand Seals/Charge up: no seals, requires weapon.
Description: The term Iaidō (居合道) refers to a specific style of kenjutsu that is concerned with the smooth, controlled movements of drawing the sword from its scabbard, striking or cutting an opponent, removing blood from the blade, and then replacing the sword in the scabbard. The linear motion and force applied to draw the sword from the scabbard results in slashes that are faster and stronger than ones executed with the sword already drawn.

The speed at which these techniques can be executed — the initial strike in particular — is such, that when performed by a skilled user, it can prevent enemy shinobi from forming hand seals (and thus ninjutsu), by exploiting the small opening that these movements create. This makes them highly effective against most shinobi. this is only effective against shinobi within reach of your speed or lower.
Restrictions: Land of Iron and decendants

With his singular Takashi blade - the one he uses with his right hand, Musashi began his training in a small cave outside of Konohagakure. After learning and watching the ronin Sabo, Musashi wanted to go beyond replicating Sabo’s technique, but perfect it to his own style. It was a morning when he traveled outside of Konohagakure to enter this cave. He liked to be isolated from the rest of the world, and felt that this rocky shelter was the best place to train where it is close to nature. He wasn’t into it so deep that the rays of the smiling sun could not illuminate the spot where he was inside of the cave. Surprisingly, he could make out a few cave paintings. The earliest modern humans must have taken refuge here at some point, granting the village some real historical significance. He could see colorful pictures of bison and deer. Often these were painted as part of a hunting ritual to bestow the early humans magic in hunting down their prey, and as a shaman practice, for members of the tribe or so it could be assumed to try to connect to another world when they were new to the one they inhabited. And it was here, in this cave that was historically blessed by the first hunter-gatherers, would Musashi come to make a legendary art his own.
His takashi blade was in its scabbard. Sheathed, this was the most important part of Iaijutsu. A specific style of kenjutsu, Musashi remembered Sabo’s words. The arc was smooth, controlled, and linear - precision and speed brought on the best quick draw of the sword. Faster and stronger attacks would be brought about as well. After the slash, the swordsman must immediately sheath their sword once more, so it can be used again. With the hand over the hilt of the blade as it would be slightly drawn from the sword, and with quick draw speed that the swordsman must master, the Iai strike would be launched, the blade flicked aside, and returned to the scabbard. The samurai are able to use this to intercept ninjutsu masters from forming hand seals, making this a valuable technique in Musashi’s arsenal.
To begin, he placed his hand right on the hilt of Takashi. The sword was lifted up by half an inch, only to make it easier for him to draw it out later on. Musashi lurched over a bit with his knees bent as slightly as possible that most people wouldn’t even notice that his body angle is bent forward. Iai masters must also use their Taijutsu speed, specifically the burst speed to blitz an opponent if they’re not within melee range. The lurch allows the swordsman to lunge forward and intercept the use of handseals where it’s least expected, and cutting off a few fingers if the hand seal caster did not have the reflex to react properly. Now, he had adopted the classical form of a technique that would make him closer to Musashi. Iaido is a counterattack-art, used to surprise an unsuspecting enemy. As the curved sword accelerates from contact with the inside of the scabbard, its velocity and deadliness would jump along with it. His foot stepped forward while he lowered his body elevation, assuming a posture that is closer to tachi-ai, but still retain some elements of iai-goshi. Wait...wait… Musashi told himself. To have patience and wait until it is the most opportune time to strike is the element of a ninja swordsman. Like this… like that… Musashi imagined how he would execute the Iai. Remembering how Sabo did it, he uniformed his neck, torso, arms, wrist, legs, knee, and hip in order to swing an Iai strike as fast as he did. A strong so fast that it cut a man’s head in half only seconds after the actual cut happened. The ghost of Musashi appeared before him, as he had imagined. The two were very much alike, virtually unseparatable not only in appearance but also in personality, skill, and insight. I am you…. and you are me… Musashi thought. In his head, he would leap off towards Musashi’s direction, and through that single step, he would draw the sword from his scabbard and swing before Musashi’s ghost could strike him, cutting the legendary samurai right in the neck…
Like that…. he thought, and so he did it. He leapt forward from his slightly crouched state and after he did so, he swung Takashi out from its sheath. He imagined a path coming off from the blade, linear until the tip reached the peak of its velocity, where before deceleration, the path would curve into an arc that Musashi could follow along to provide as much rotational efficiency as possible. Musashi blitzed through four meters and his Iai swing was of such a blur that it might have even distorted the air with the velocity of the glinted metal, a flawlessly achieved speed that was the masterpiece of the art itself. Musashi’s sword had reached the other end of his body by the time he landed, and he quickly returned the sword back to the scabbard. He looked back, and the ghost was no more.
Musashi walked outside of the cave, feeling that he was empowered by something. He felt a “little more” now. He unsheathed Takashi half-way once more. “Setsuna ~ Instant”. With that he made a horizontal swung as fast as possible with blitzing forward as if he were using Shunshin. The air felt soft and weak over and under his blade’s edge, as if he had specifically cut it into two. Musashi turned around, facing the cave once more. “Dancing Blade Risk”. Dashing towards his opponent, Musashi made a mental simulation in his head where he’d be surrounded by various samurai. With timing and precision in his mind, it was truly the time where he had to really make sure that he was waiting until the perfect time to make the move. Musashi used Iaido, drawing the sword out and swinging at a speed above what most master kenjutsu are capable of, and stopping abruptly after that. The echoing sound of his swing still rang inside his head, and the noise gradually declined and all was good.
Musashi adopted a low crouching position this time. A basic iaido kata consisted of the cut, the chiburi (special removal of the blade by tilting the blade), and the noto - the return of the blade to the scabbard. As an Iaidoka, he was performing exercises against imaginary opponents. Musashi’s mind was powerful, and he could mentally stimulate his surroundings to make it feel like he was really pressured. Iaido trais the mind to be ready for a surprise attack, so the sword could be drawn at a fast speed to counter-attack aggressively. The thought had occured to Musashi just now, but it seemed to him that Iai was made up of kanji that meant to stay/sit and to meet/harmonize. He would ponder about that meaning fo the rest of his life. With Iaijutsu, it’s all about the kill. One stroke of the sword would do it, because one stroke would end it all. Musashi liked doing these katas, because they fostered his Zanshin ~ a powerful sense of awareness. Visualizing the opponent and enemy actions may someday allow him to attain mushin ~ the state of no mind. Free from emotional inhibitions, only the most skilled Taijutsu and Kenjutsu users attain the state.
With that in mind, Musashi resumed his activities from his iai-goshi stance. With the scabbard along his hip, and his body slightly twisted towards it, Musashi had his hand on the hilt when he slowly twisted back where his hip angles were even, and then drew out his blade in an arc. The blade was drawn from over his head until it came down as a vertical strike in front of him. A second later, he quickly placed the tip of the sword a feet into the scabbard until he stopped abruptly… and then gradually placed the sword back. Now, he crouched every so little, his right leg bent forward with his left foot angled up to support his lift-off. His body lurched forward by almost ten degrees, with his hand on the hilt of his blade. He dashed forward with one step while swinging out an Iaido strike in a horizontal slash. The sword came back into the scabbard. Musashi felt like he was expending quite a bit of energy, but there was little sweat. He could keep on practicing with Iaido until he dropped in the middle of the night.
He walked over to a tree and saw where a thick branch was. It was thicker than the arms and legs of the average shinobi. His hand immediately found its fingers curling around the hard surface of something cylindrical, before he pulled out the rest of the thing from its sheath while bursting forward into a quick draw cut. His strike was able to slice the branch cleanly off. Musashi was satisfied with Iaido.

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Name: Iai Beheading
Rank: A
Type:weaponry
Used For: Offensive
Element:-
Range: 10m
Duration: 1 post, 1 post CD.
Hand Seals/Charge up: no seals, requires sheathed katana
Description: Adhering to the principles of Iaidō, the user performs a quick and powerful slash with their sword in order to cut the intended target while moving, before immediately resheathing the blade afterwards. When used by Mifune, the technique was strong enough to cleanly slice open the large head of Hanzō's salamander, Ibuse, before being used again moments later to take down Hanzō. Like normal Iaidō, this technique can also be used to interrupt hand seals. If used for that purpose it can interrupt hand seals done at speed no greater then 1 rank above the users weapon speed that are done within the attack's range of 10 meters. This means that if hand seals are done within 10m of the user and the opponent isn't over 1 rank higher in hand seal speed then the user is in weapon speed the user can close the distance and interrupt the hand seals with this technique before the seals are completed.
Restrictions: Land of Iron and decendants, requires Iaidō to be learned first, Adept weaponry.

The next day, Musashi had his training in one of the training fields. Whereas Iaido was a style in itself that required no chakra from him, this next thing which he learned from Sabo was a technique of the Iaido style and did require a bit of stamina. It offered more attack power and range, which made Iai deadly as it was. The core element of this technique was in the breath. Breathing moderates life in a person, so this technique takes a person’s breathing discipline to use Iaido to its most powerful extent basically. Iaigiri as it was called requires inahling for a certain amount of time and then exhaling all of one’s power through the quick draw stroke which would ultimately slice away at any tree. First off, Musashi would warm up by executing a few bouts of Iaijutsu. This would get him warmed up to learn Sabo’s cut that was so fast that it was not even registered on the target until a few seconds later. That effect of speed was something Musashi, who believed in the art of the “one stroke of the sword”, wanted to achieve. Taking a low crouching position, Musashi had lowered his posture like a prowling animal on the verge of pouncing. He had put forward his left leg bent and also bent his right leg behind him, the heel of his right foot elevated two inches or so above the ground. He had his right hand on the hilt of his Takashi blade, which was sealed in a scabbard attached near his left hip by a sash. With a quick leap motion and the withdrawal of his arm, he drew out in his sword in a flash, at an instant like a flash of lightning, as he lunged forward to slice off the hand of a wooden dummy out in the training field around him. He followed that linear slash with an arc over his head which came down as a downward strike, severing the poor dummy’s shoulder. Musashi immediately followed that by sheathing his sword, ending the traditional Iaido ritual so he could begin another. This time he simply lurched forward by ten degrees, with his left foot sliding in front of him, and his right foot bent backwards with the heel elevated by two inches. He had his hand on the Takashi, ready to draw it out. Musashi breathed in, inhaling the air that contained the oxygen that would circumnavigate inside his bloodstream. He had take in plenty of air, inhaling it in one fluid stroke like the swing of a sword. There could be no interruptions or breaks of the kind. The inhaling breath must be fluid and linear, as did the exhaling breath. But while the inhaling could be extended, though never inhale to the limit of one’s ability, the exhaled breath would come out quickly, almost like a snort - but not quite. In a little over a second, Musashi would exhale his power out through the sword in order to initiate the Iaigiri. Once he had inhaled for no more than two seconds, he cut off his breath and held it there for the briefest of moments. Air had gone down his throat and transmitted through many bronchi after passing down the pharynx, seeping into the numerous alveoli sacs that were inside his lungs. Here, while his rib cage contracted on his air-filled lungs, gas exchanged occured between the oxygen in the alveoli and the carbon dioxide streaming through the blood. Arteries flow near the lungs, where diffusion occurs so that the CO2 would fill into the lungs, and the blood would be oxygenated and carried through the rest of the body, supplementing his tissue and organs with oxygen. He felt chakra doing its work, lending a helping hand so as it’s said, or perhaps it was the ritual and form of this Iaijutsu that allowed him to feel that he was empowered by something magical. Hardly even moving, as it was more like he was reaching forward, Musashi exhaled all of the carbon dioxide-filled air from his lungs while drawing out his sword and executing an Iai slash in quick, simultaneous succession. This strengthened the attack power of his slash, allowing Iaigiri to cut off the dummy’s arm quicker than his regular Iai slash. Not to mention he could have sworn he felt an air cut coming off from the edge of his blood. He was now ready to learn.
Musashi sheathed his sword immediately. In a smooth execution, he inhaled a stream of air through his mouth as he held his sword lightly, without any tension. Like a good samurai, he imagined holding the sword as if he had no arms. Free, endless, and spacious, Musashi had to be aware of his surroundings in order to use Iaido to an advanced degree. Then he strengthened his grip into a tight one and snorted out his breath in an exhaled motion while quickly drawing out his sword that it slightly curved above his head and came back down as a high-speed strike. He slashed at the dummy’s head from the top-down. “Iai Beheading!”, Giving his attack more power and range, Musashi followed through with his attack as much as possile, including bending down his knees by a foot so his cut would go down even more. Afterwards, he removed his blade from the dummy, but not before performing a quick chiburi, and sheathed his sword. The dummy was neatly, cleanly sliced into two.
Musashi then made his way over to a tree, which was relatively thick, easily three feet in diameter. So long as his blade was longer than that, he would be able to cut it easily with his own superhuman strength and the Iaigiri. He dashed towards the tree, as if it were a person. He ran as fast as possible but also controlled his velocity in case he had to react. His hand over the hilt of his sword, Musashi took in air into his body calmly as that was what gave power to this technique. Just two feet before having had to pass the tree with only a five-inch distance between the tree and him, Musashi drew out the full length of his blade. “Iaigiri!” A stream of light attacked the tree in a blinding instant - the glinted metal’s edge chopping right into and out through the toughened bark of the ancestral, elder plant life form. Musashi stopped running just five meters after slicing the tree, and looked back to see the results. There was a dark, visible line that divided the tree into two parts. Nothing happened for some time, but after six seconds, Musashi could see that the line was moving...shifting. He realized that the top part of the tree was swaying against the sudden wind, and it seemed to be angling towards his direction. There was a great screaching sword, as if wood or sandpaper was being torn apart, and he could see that slowly and slowly, slightly - the tree was tilting towards his direction. Musashi got out of the way before the top part of the tree fell with a great thump. A smile curved on his face as he had succeeded in making the cut that he had wanted to make. The cut that was not even registered until a few seconds later. Musashi sheathed his blade at last.
“Danzo…” Musashi called out a hour later. His friend who had served him back when he was Hokage managd to make it. They both chatted and Musashi needed him to do something. Danzo was a master over the Katon element, and not only could he perform hand seals at a very fast speed as a ninjutsu master, but he had such control over the Katon element that he could perform the jutus with fewer seals than it actually required - usually one or two. He had Danzo distance himself eight meters away. He would start with this far before he moved onto something more demanding, as that would require a lot more Taijutsu running speed from him. Now, he would employ Iaido in an actual combat simulation, bringing honor to ts reputation that ninjutsu would not work against an Iai master. He would blitz across the distance to intercept Danzo from performing a single hand seal, or at least he would try to prevent him from using his Katon jutsu. His legs bent in position, and his posture hunched over as he was keen to burst forward. His hand on the hilt of his Takashi blade, he gave the word. Begin.
An Iai master has to train themselves to have supreme reflexes and reaction time to respond properly to a stimulus. To Iai masters, they have to literally get themselves to the opponent and make a quick draw right at the appropriate point the instant after the ninjutsu master’s hands seemingly come together in order to form handseals. That was the cue, an immedaite stimulus that activates something instantaneous in a trained Iai master’s reflexes that it would cause their body to move forward and to swing the sword. Now this could be taken advantage of by those who are aware of Iaido, but luckily this was an art protected by the Land of Iron. He was only fortunate to have it passed onto him. And this was the cause for Musashi, whose reflexes were superb in Konohagakure, and whose perceptions, sensations, and experienced shaped him as a fighter who was quick on his feet. So when he saw Danzo moved his arms and hands together, right when they curled and arranged themselves to make a handseal before actually touching, something clicked in Musashi and a reflex immediately accelerated his speed. He dashed forward towards Danzo, covering that eight meter distance with very quick footing, and just a meter before reaching his destination, he would draw out his speed and swing it at danzo’s hands, which would normally be located near the center of his chest, though closer to his neck. This was almost allways the case with other ninjutsu users, so that kind of conidtionning allowed Musashi to waste no less time aiming since the spot aimed at would be virtually the same, and it wouldn’t matter if there was a budge given the length of his blade. In truth, Danzo had successfully formed his hand seal which was the Tiger seal, but not a tenth of a second had passed when the sword came towards him. He would not have time to manipulate the Katon chakra that was now in his chakra circulatory system nor fire out the jutsu, or if he tried to, his hands would be cut off. Instead, a reflex nerve went up Danzo’s spine and he reacted at the last second, pulling his body backwards to avoid the slash by a mere inch.
A smile curved on his face. There was a new master in the history books.

"To Kojirama Senju, who shall reign our prosperous village. His words inspires us and we equally give him our sincere admiration of his ability and pride. As a former Hokage, I extend full support for Kojirama to raise our village from dark times and make us dance under the Sun. To our new leader".

After Kamui voiced his support of his cousin's promotion to Hokage, Musashi decided that he would give a brief statement as well. He was not a man of many words as about a year ago. The worst had struck Konoha early in the year, including no less than two terrorist attacks, and the source of the first assault was known only to him, the old ex-Hokage, and the recently declared ex-Hokage. A girl he treasured was kidnapped, and later on, one of his Uchiha died in battle against a heinous assailant who he shall not forgive. That unbearable stress and despair struck him in the very core, and made him question his ability to make decisions for the best of the village as Hokage. He was glad that his will had been renewed and faith restored. He did not really need to say anything as he as the former Hokage and the elders of the ninja council had aided in pointing out Kojirama Senju as a suitable candidate, but he will do so again to pass on the torch to Kojirama in Kagura's place. Holding up a cup, a paper container depleted of any food or beverage, Musashi made his remark.

After giving Hazama a light greeting once he had taken a spot right next to him, Musashi had seen the Daimyo stand up and make his speech. From time to time, he had switched his focal point between the Daimyo and the candidate Kojirama Senju, keeping a close eye on him.  Musashi could tell Kojirama had the aptitude as a leader and a warrior, but he still liked to watch what his reaction would be. It is enlightening sometimes to see the face of one who learned that he would be the next leader of the greatest village. An abrupt transition in the elite ninja's rigid expression had opened up to everyone in the room, before it made its return to its typical face so that he would exert his leader-like influence upon everybody. All eyes had been on Kojirama , including Musashi's.

Many people in the room had felt the need to give the new successor a standing ovation for his acceptance speech. The emotion and sincerity that Kojirama placed in his first words channeled through everybody in the room, and there was no doubt that they were looking at a great ninja who would become a revered Hokage. The Senju legacy will be carried on in this man who made and shared many memories in the treasured Hidden Leaf Village. The people, sites, and battles have shaped him to be the man that he is today, and reminded him along with everyone in this room the reason why he continues to fight to this day. As fellow shinobi men, understanding that this one village was one big clan in itself, they fight as one to protect one another. That is the Will of Fire that Kojirama Senju understands so well. He had learned of the way himself. Kojirama then had turned to everybody in the room, and for a split second, they could have sworn that they see the first leaders - Hashirama and Tobirama, hover above Kojirama, their fiery radiance illuminating all of the councilmembers in the room as their eyes were wide open to see that the true successor had come into play during this confusing time that struck the long era of peace in the village. Musashi shared in Kojirama's dream and his ability to reach out to the men and women that had served the village, some of them even before his time.

Musashi had taken Kojirama's lesson to heart. Indeed, everybody only gets one chance. Like his fighting style which placed emphases on a single stroke of the sword, one has to be ready to seize that one chance of opportunity. Wait and be attentive, but also have the utmost dedication and drive to drive one's diligence forward. Decisions were important in life. To make that one decision by one's self, independently, sticking true to one's morals and desires, would probably be the most final thing any individual has to make. But so long as that decision is for the good for his people and the people that he loves, then by no means can it be wrong. Musashi had taken that to heart sincerely from his new Hokage who he had decided he will entrust the village to.