Kaguya Jojo
Mist Ninja
Ichibuntai  [M:5860:5000:]
The Hidden Guardian
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Post by Kaguya Jojo on Sept 27, 2013 1:35:02 GMT -5
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YOUR HAIR IS DANCING IN THE WIND,
YOUR EYES ARE BURNING OFF MY SKIN. | | [atrb=width,320]
Jojo’s body would move with intense speed, moving through the air and back onto the ground as her eyes traced and tracked all around her. She needed more, and by more, she needed to be faster than what she was. Such speed was attainable through some of the things she has learned, but more was necessary than what she had already equipped herself with. She had to gather more focus, more concentration on what was ahead of her and aiming directly to her face as it would seem impossible to do anything other than the training of which one could hold within their mind and body for a constant depravity of their knowledge and depth of wisdom. She could not let her own weaknesses become apparent the next time she had to face an enemy or attack an individual who utilized more abilities than her own, it was deceiving and not up to par, with what she knew she could do in any event. It was who she was and that was in all, just what there had to be in the event that her training did go far enough to raise the bar on things for her own missions and well being.
Deprived of the beauty she could feel, the constant changes to her inner body and to her inner workings, she could indefinitely tell that her capabilities needed to be stronger and needed to get better than what she had already. In the aims of what she had to accomplish, her training was to undergo and there in desirably change that was in her own motion of knowledge and knowhow. With such devotion, her inner mentality would increase itself to encompass all that she had already desired and all that she already knew she could manage and pull off to the highest regard. It was the learning curve, the encompassment of all she already knew and adding to it, the empowering of her legs with each striding run. The constant nagging of her muscles to tell her they had enough and wanted to give up but she continued, striving for that perfection and as it would seem her own adjustments to such available want. She knew her capabilities and as it would seem her skills sent her flying, her speed shaking the muscles in her legs, the tendons ripping to make way for the healing as it would be a first step.
Jojo’s eyes closed as she would rush forwards and then spin, rotating her frame and rolling along the ground as she would find herself having hit a root that stuck above the ground, it was due to this root that she went flying and rolled until she could roll no more as it would seem to her. The rolling caused the muscles to still rip, building up the impact as her bones shattered from the tightening muscles. Her teeth gritting from the constant struggle and the empowering disaster of her waking form. Indeed this would have her at a disadvantage as she would be breathing heavily, almost as if she had just had a heart attack and was feeling the effects of it right then. Her breathing was sporadic for just a moment before it quelled and calmed down. Her eyes looking about and with them the sighing of the exercise that she just partook in, indeed the power of such training was great and the power of what she learned as well. However, the way her leg looked was just wrong, the shattering of the bone would itch like crazy to her as her eyes looked directly at the bone as she would sigh lightly.
Jojo would be breathing slower now, her breathing at a steady pace as she would calmly take into effect that entire she knew and all that she could do with what she knew in her own course of action. It was something that only she could do most times and for that, her smile would grow. A medic arrived at a snap of her hand to attend her leg as she would begin to coax it into position, allowing her skeletal structure to make the shattered bone into a jelly, to ease it back into position as a smile etched onto her face. A jelly leg in a time like this was highly odd to most, and to her as well it would seem, as she would be sighing more now. They were sighs of relief instead of frustrated angst as her leg would slowly and surely become more stable and usable now, focusing on wriggling her toes just to be doubly sure of what her legs can be accustomed to in times such as this. During the times that she knew her legs were in the best prime use as she began to bend the leg, testing mobility.
Jojo’s eyes closed, her leg was now healed as the medic solidified the bone back to its original density and angle of protection. It was times like this, that her general knowledge of the inner workings of the body and their anatomy came in handy for the medic. Granted, such knowledge could be bolstered if she were a medical ninja, but as she was not at this time it did not affect her much at all. All she needed to know was how to fix the bones before they pierced an organ or ripped apart some of her muscles. The speed training that did that and as she would lay there on the ground having tripped and probably torn apart some of her clothing from the actual fall, she was still maintaining composure for all that had occurred and all that could have occurred within her. It was such things like this, which allowed her to maintain her current and adjustable form of knowing what she could or could not do in life. Such as her availability to training such techniques in the manner that she knew what power was in the eyes of those she protected to the utmost gratitude in the nature of such power. The strides of which her available slumber kept her steady and peaceful.
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Kaguya Jojo
Mist Ninja
Ichibuntai [M:5860:5000:]
The Hidden Guardian
Posts: 36
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Post by Kaguya Jojo on Sept 27, 2013 1:41:11 GMT -5
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YOUR HAIR IS DANCING IN THE WIND,
YOUR EYES ARE BURNING OFF MY SKIN. | | [atrb=width,320]
Upon waking up, there was a pair of eyes looking straight and directly at her, the eyes of a tiger. Yes and such eyes scared the living daylights out of Jojo as she would widen her gaze and jump to run. The tiger would give chase, and before she started her training yesterday, the tiger could quite easily catch up to her. But as she ran, she watched the beast take a swipe at where her body once was, an afterimage no doubt as she would smile and begin to run in a circle parry around the tiger. Her hand pulling upon her kunai that was upon her back as she would continue to be surrounding the tiger, her after images all blurring one after the other. It was then that she stroke, the blade coming in and vying for power as she slit the throat of the beast, the tiger’s head splitting as she would only smile. The spray of blood upon her tattered clothes and the beast falling upon the ground as she would only smile, “There, now I have a decent meal for a job well done.” Though the prowess of training was a blur, her style and skills in the ability of her speed allowed her swordplay against such a tiger to peruse and become better than expected, indeed a good day to be had.
Jojo would go on, carrying or rather dragging the dead tiger along the ground with her to a flat area that would be perfect for cooking the beast. Indeed a delicious meal would come out of it and as it would seem her own natural selection of understanding, what one can or cannot do in terms of their own processing awareness and knowledge of such benefits in her own mind. It was the skills of knowing where one can go in their trials and errors and where one cannot return from in the same regard. Such was the trial of which Jojo continued down the path of learning the ultimate speeds and the ultimate styles of what she hoped to ascertain as her speed record. It was such drives that sent her rushing and running in her own need to fix and selectively perfect her skills. The power of which the skill of what she ran was aiding and abiding in her mind as they tore apart each other in regards to what she would lean in some future style. Her running earlier had tired her out and now she was cooking tiger meat, and listening to the birds sing while she would smile.
A peaceful day to be had as it would seem in her regard, it was the compact contraption to knowing what one could ultimately achieve in their own right, and where one can go. It was facts such as this that astounded her and continued to push on with what she needed to encompass and learn fully in the interactions of running and dodging and training. Speed was the key to her grace and Jojo knew that if she had to become something more than the norm, that her capabilities in such would degrade more than likely. It was the fear of this degradation that she continued to push on in knowing where to go in the event of such things. It was a shaky feeling, knowing that one’s own control could be destroyed if they ran fast enough to destroy and ultimately be unable to use their legs any more. She aimed for that though, the speed of where no one can see her or track her movements, in such events that speed would prove to be most useful in her regards to knowing what to utilize in the event of what there could be in the facts ahead.
The meat was done, the cooking of such delicious food was almost like putting a rat on a stick and cooking it that way, granted Jojo just put the fire inside the gutted insides of the beast itself to which she would cook it to perfection. The style of cooking was unorthodox but so what she. The crinkling and cackling of the sounds from it made it seem all the better to her. She would smile as she would defuse the fire and then begin to pull the meat away, like pulled pork so to speak. She would eat the meal like that while the tiger’s sprayed blood over her body was caking onto her clothes and skin indeed that was going to be a problem if she did not find a way to shower or bath before too long. It would seem that was an impossibility for privacy in the regards that she was out in the countryside where anyone who passed by could see her if they were to stray from the trails. The style of grace she had was powerful but at the cost of what she wore or thought in most regards, it would seem.
Jojo would smile though, even in the system of which she lost most things in her own regard to follow the paths of knowledge and tranquility, she could not embark on missions but rather embark on seeking out the truths of light and truths of what she could seek in her own knowledge and pace. Such things kept her on her toes, and for that, the knowledge of what she could ascertain was also there while eating her fill of the pulled tiger. Eating without regard to her surroundings yet she could listen, listen and be mindful of where she was in accordance to what she knew could be hostile territory in the regards of where she was. Such outskirts of town and places abound always kept her busy as she had to continually find places to be or sleep just to keep her sanity in check. A sanity that was highly qualifiedly distraught and unused in most regards. The sanity of angels and the insanity of demons both waged war in her mind but as a defending individual, the sanity of the angels normally won in such wages of warfare, lust, and battle all in her own little mind.
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Kaguya Jojo
Mist Ninja
Ichibuntai [M:5860:5000:]
The Hidden Guardian
Posts: 36
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Post by Kaguya Jojo on Sept 27, 2013 1:44:10 GMT -5
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YOUR HAIR IS DANCING IN THE WIND,
YOUR EYES ARE BURNING OFF MY SKIN. | | [atrb=width,320]
A hand bringing the hair back in strands, her long green hair just glistening in the air with splotches of red dulling it. The tattered white cloak and tunic she wore, the gypsy pants she wore. All of it was destroyed to a point of barely covering her up from the prying eyes of the youth and the elements alone. Such aspects kept her on her toes though a she had a sense of urgency for one reason or another to keep her own beguile mind intact and out of the hands of what others deemed dangerous. Such a mind as hers was privy details of the Hozuki compound to an extent but the extent was still enough so she had to learn to master speed to either destiny those that pried at the hands of the Hozuki or learn enough speed to get away and fight another day. Both of which kept her going and both of which kept her in her own right mind of sanity and tranquil knowledge of what was around her. The prowess of speed itself was deemed quite dangerous but with her, the possibility of braking bones was something of a specialty and mattered little to Jojo who could regenerate them.
Scratching her neck where the Kaguya headband rested she would feel the clinking metal upon her collarbone to which she would only sigh lightly and keep her eyes on the ball. The natural selection of such things was her own choosing, and knowing where to go with the styles o what she trained upon and learned from would relate to such things in her own regard. It was these trainings and capacities of what she knew she could do and that would bring her to an unusual amount of peace about her mind. The peace of which the chaos began to eat at and corrode. Such things were normal in her mind and such things would remain constant as far as she could tell with her mentality kicking in and the thought process steadying itself out on the road almost as if one would run it over within her mental eye. Then she would hear the rushing of water as she had begun walking with focus, having finished the pulled tiger off and ditching it the rest behind for the crows to eat. She would hear a waterfall though, a thing that could quite possibly keep her sane in the works.
The training was always good and steady, always keeping her in a mental stationary to her own sanity. It was what she hoped to keep in her line of work and what she could do best was protect. It was from this aforementioned plot that her steady run began to pick up the pace. Again, she trained, running for hours before the burn would occur and rip at her legs, tearing the style of steady and sane tranquility apart with the beating of her heart and the heaving of her lungs. The burn of the muscles and tendons sent her over the edge with what she could quite possibly keep all her belongings and valuables inside in which she never lacked nor gave up what she could possess in her own manner of thought and process. It was from that timing that she switched the run, ran towards a separate direction and towards the direction of which the sound of the waters hailed, a waterfall or a geyser, either one interested her in the likely hood that she could at least get clean within and from there rinse the blood off her body and clothes.
The water sprang up and dowsed the ground from a hot spring geyser, it was nice to witness and watch as she could indefinitely watch it rush the water around and she enjoyed it all too well. Her smile stayed ready and the look upon her eyes remained steady as she would pop her neck and move towards it, enjoying the bathing water along her cool and naked skin. The rush of the shivering heated water matching her bones and skeletal structure as it rained down. Her destroyed clothing and suitable weaponry all to the side, the heavy scroll of slugs summons to the same pile as well when she would just stand there, bathing in the luminescent fresh water that spouted around her. She enjoyed it, positively enjoyed it to the fullest in all regards of the word. The water soothing and the heat raining down as if it were a soothing rain or a hot bath from the bathhouses in one of the other towns nearby. The air kept her on edge, the bathing felt too good, the place was too quiet and her eyes would look up to see a giant spider rushing towards her down from the trees, it was a trap.
The giant spider was fast as Jojo would evade, her body rolling to the side along the hard rock that was along the ground, she absolutely despised spiders for their blood sucking capabilities and she would already feel her body gnawing at her common sense just telling her to run for it, but she could not run. Not from a being, she despised more than the mere creatures of ole itself. Such things as spiders should die, and as Jojo would spy upon the thing she would frown, her eye narrowing as she would growl lightly and then with a steady ha she would move her frame forwards and with sufficient speed arc her body up and over the spider. All with attempts to slice it open with the willow dance, utilizing it to the fullest ability while her naked body shivered in the breeze that rustled her body. Indeed that sent shivers itself through her frame and she did not like it at all, it was driving her insane in the event that she could not possibly enjoy the air nor the way the water felt earlier as this giant predator wanted her.
The willow dance was good though, the spider rushing at her now as Jojo would speedily move to the side in evasion but also utilizing faster paces, moving so that she could counter attack with the lance like protrusion from her wrist attacking into the abdomen of the spider. The silky webs funneling out as she would smile and slide under it. The spider’s stinger though would cut Jojo’s arm, the speed was not fast enough so she had to push herself, this much Jojo had to do and she knew she could do it. Her body would be a few feet from the spider, watching it as she would growl and lower her frame, activating the willow dance from her other arm as she would rush forwards and begin to use speed to circle the beast. Like the tiger, she would circle but instead of slicing, the being through she would slide under and snap the abdominal portion of the spider from its legged body. Her smile remained and now she would be victorious in destroying a vying predator as she would smile, stitching her clothes together with the spider silk as she would now be done. Her training felt complete to her as she would smile and yet frown, “Disgusting creatures,” she would say once noticing the spindled web on her hair…
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