Humiliating Defeat [PLOT]

[Kaguya Jojo]

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Plot Size: Large
NPC Name: N/A
Location: Kirigakure
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Description of Plot: A Jounin who lost her memory and a willing Seven Swordsman with a desire to fight. These two seemed to have met before but what happens when one no longer remembers the other and what once was a rivalry just becomes poor taste in part to dumb luck? Only time will tell, or a large sword crashing down on one's skull, whichever comes first.
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Jojo Kaguya, the hidden guardian of Kirigakure. Even in its very troubled state, she still attempts to be the one whom allows this entire realm to come to a way of being an absolute and flawless being. Jojo was one who found herself always trying to remember something, it was in itself an entity of thought and process. In itself, she would guarantee her life to the absolution of knowledge. It was something she had to gather with a casual glance and gander to herself. It truly was something she would need to utilize her own notification. Such things like this would be absolute as she moved through the village of which her long green hair flowed behind her. Her clothing had been utilized as a straitjacket, something of which she would think about or of as which she would think of it as such. Her own momentary thought of this was a very unique stabilization. She would only think on something to which she would only think of as her own steady way of holding herself up ahead. She would pop her neck with a steady look about her she moved out of her own home with which she would only steadily move that much more.

Her body was different, the whites and grey colorings of her straitjacket was not everything as her arms hung loosely at her side, her body moving as it was the full body style and she did get plenty of odd looks, however her red styled tattoo upon her head was quite different from most Kaguya, however her head was quite odd in the same moment. Jojo would appear as someone quite unorthodox, her green hair and golden eyes both seemed quite odd while she would move with a steady knowledge. Her Kirigakure headband dangling at her neck as she would only move a steady style as her eyes would move around and with such she would only think a calm and steady bolstering thought of her own steady and probable momentum to herself. She would only smile as a steady momentum of her eyesight would provide a calm and gentle thought of her own wellbeing as she would only steady her gentle understanding of her surroundings. A musical thought process of her own mental choreography in such things. A steady thing as this would only provide her as she would only smile that much more. “So, what shall we do today?” She would ask herself as she would look at a small symbol on her hand, the crows were a steady thing.

[Yasui Iku]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true] WORDS 392 TAGGED jojo NOTES 392/5000 i've been a bad, bad girl ♥ what i need is a good defense 'cause i'm feeling like a criminal Falling out of bed and smacking your head off the floor was not a pleasant way to wake up. Iku swore loudly, cursing the existence of the floor and her own tendency to roll around in her sleep. Another one of those rare free days had occurred - a day when Fuku was busy with something else, and she didn't have a mission to attend to - and she had planned on sleeping well into the afternoon, if possible. And that notion had just been ruined by her sudden tumble to the floor. She untangled herself from her blanket and stretched. Well, now that she was awake, she might as well get dressed and try to do something productive. That something was probably going to be heading out into the village on the hunt for breakfast - Iku was the type of person that could barely boil water without something going wrong. And while she loved instant ramen, she was kind of tired of eating it for breakfast. Nearly an hour later - once she was dressed and her gorgeous hair was properly styled - the chunin put the executioner's blade in its usual position on her back, stuffed some money in a pocket, and headed out the door of her apartment. After a quick breakfast of dango and tea - which the owner of the shop was more than happy to provide at a highly discounted rate upon seeing the weapon she carried - Iku took to wandering around the village, looking for something to do. Perhaps she would come across an old teammate, or a friend, or someone that would want to spar. Sure, she could train on her own, but that just wasn't as much fun as beating the shit out of someone. Eventually, it happened - Iku came across a person that she knew (well, kind of). A certain green-haired Kaguya woman that was, if she remembered correctly, quite an accomplished shinobi - a jonin, she thought. The Swordsman had only met the woman once or twice, and she didn't even really remember the circumstances, but hey - no jonin in their right mind would turn down a spar with one of the Swordsmen of the Mist. "Hey! Hey, you!" she called out - practically pouncing on the woman, whose name she couldn't even begin to remember. "Hey, want to spar with me?"

[Kaguya Jojo]

“Hey! Hey, you!” A voice called out as a body would practically run into Jojo on her way to wherever she was heading. “Hey, want to spar with me?” Yes, the voice itself came from someone whom she had never met, or at least thought she never met this individual, yet with the friendly pounce, she was not so sure. Jojo nearly falling over if it were not for her steady heel to ground planted upon contact. Her eyes looking back and now noticing the huge sword, it was impressive, no more than impressive… It was godly. Indeed, she had no idea what was up with people and swords around Kirigakure but it sure seemed important for some reason, and Jojo’s own theory was not much to go off of in the terms of sword based fighting prowess. Swords just were not her thing and she knew very little about such things. Her eyes looking at it and then to the wielder, “Um, may I ask who you are and why you are challenging me to a spar? I mean, it is too early in the morning to really go with a spar, not to mention that the shear look of that sword is…

“Well, intimidating.” Yes, words coming from the former Jounin’s mouth were quite hard to believe and as it came out, she also would regret saying such things. Indeed, there must have been a reason for her to be challenged, but she knew of no reason for it. She was just out of the academy was not she, or a failed chuunin test taker, so whatever it was she did not know the reason behind such things. The very presence seemed to intimidate her of that blade as well, mainly from the look of such a thing. Granted Jojo just could not think of any reason as to why she should be sparring, her eyes looking at this girl as she looked upon that outfit, the hair, and body language; this individual before her was quite different in many respects of the word. Her own eyes meeting this individual’s eyes was a simple look of unknowing as she would merely blink. A small drop of sweat ran down her head, or was it not sweat. Rain, it fell down upon the earth in its normal fashion, Jojo’s green hair dampening from it, splitting apart evenly to reveal the single hole in her head.

It was almost like a drill had shot through her head with what it looked like while the way she looked now had almost seemed to change with how the water soaked her hair and body. The straitjacket did not look any different, nor did it show anything underneath just by what material it was made of, rather Jojo’s body merely seemed to be more of an intimidation from the water, almost like the clan’s anger, however this was merely how the water shaped around her as she would look at the girl, curious as she would blink and still wonder. Her eyes were all that was soft in the exchange of the rain weather look. It was curiously difficult to say that Jojo did not look what her previous self was but now she would merely look on, wondering and hoping a fight did not break out now of all times. The busy of people hustling back and forth, parting around the two from that giant sword, “So that sword,” Jojo would press on, “What is it exactly? Any real reason to carry around a huge sword with you?” She was curious indeed, just how it should be after all.

1,035 | 5,000

[Yasui Iku]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true] WORDS 505 TAGGED jojo NOTES 897/5000 i've been a bad, bad girl ♥ what i need is a good defense 'cause i'm feeling like a criminal Iku didn't even apologize for nearly knocking the woman down, nor did she loosen her grip, happily clinging to her. She watched as the woman - oh, what was her name... it started with a J, didn't it? - laid eyes on the executioner's blade, seeming very impressed by its size. Oh, the comments the chunin could have made, had she not been preoccupied with coercing the woman into a spar. Iku's expression turned into a pout after hearing her words. "I know it's been a long time since you've seen me, but am I really that forgettable?" Well, it had been years... She'd grown a few inches, cut her hair, wore different clothes, had a giant sword... Ehe, well, maybe it was understandable... "Anyway... Iku Yasui, Swordsman of the Mist, at your service." Finally, she let go of the woman - whose name she was trying, and failing, to remember, goddammit - and took a sweeping bow, hamming it up just a little more than necessary. "Uh, well... 'Cause I don't have anything better to do, really. And I mean, hey, training is always good. It's never too early in the morning for some fun." Even if the fun was rather one-sided sometimes, when she tricked genin into sparring with her just so she had an opportunity to totally thrash them - teach them that there was always an obstacle to surmount, as she so wisely put it whenever Fuku asked her why she was picking on the kids. "Heh, you're damn right my sword's intimidating. Best sword in Kirigakure, if I do say so myself." Kubikiribouchou deserved the praise, too. Objectively, she wasn't entirely sure which of the seven swords was the best, since the use of the swords in battle was dependent on the wielder, and each wielder had different strengths. Plus, all the swords had unique abilities... Really, it would be hard to objectively judge them. Once she had a little more training, and some more experience, Iku thought she would be an even match for Fuku, based purely on swordsmanship. Maybe. Maybe not, ehe. "Bleh. Why does it have to rain all the bloody time?" Iku whined as the drops began to fall. Oh well - sparring in the rain would be just as fun, even if her hair did get all frizzy, and then she had to spend forever coaxing it back to perfection. Having the best hair in Kirigakure took a lot of work too. "I'm a Swordsman of the Mist, it's kind of my job to carry around Kubikiribouchou. And scare kids with it, ehe. That's part of my unofficial job description." Iku explained, though she was a little confused. Surely a jonin of the caliber that she knew the woman to be would know about the Seven Swordsmen... hell, little kids knew about the Seven Swordsmen. There was something fishy going on her, and she wasn't just talking about the sushi restaurant across the street.

[Kaguya Jojo]

A swordsman of the Mist, and at such a young age. If Jojo remembered who this group of warriors was, she would be doubly impressed more over. However as she did not, she would only blink and become interested that much more. The sword called Kubikiribouchou was quite unique. Something about it though, the fact that the word training was brought up and not to mention by someone that was of the swordsmen of the mist was that much more devastating. Jojo did not think herself as having the skills for such a brigade as this, and with the water coming down as it was, she could only utilize her taijutsu effectively in such weather. Her eyes would close for a moment before looking back once again, her eyes on this little one was something off, her eyes looking all up and down and only seemed to follow a ripple with her eyes. She would gaze with a certain zeal look about her face as she looked up and down that bodice of the individual in front of her. Someone who appeared to be a few years younger, ages wiser perhaps, and a full organization ahead of Jojo’s own time and manner.

Jojo could only think that such an individual would leave Jojo herself to shame. It was such an individual like this that she would only pop her neck and gratuitously focus on the kind off made. Offers of training yet Jojo could probably learn from such a person, probably learn more than most could in such situations. As to make such a moment and offer a reality, she would nod to this Iku Yasui and say, “Well met, I am Kaguya Jojo.” She left all honorifics aside, her own ability had seemed impossible when she thought about it and even attempted such a thing earlier on in her own life. Indeed such a life to lead was quite difficult and different in the attempts to control and find a common ground on which one can step on. She would look up at the rain, feeling it hit her face as she would then nod to the young woman, “It may be early, but what you say is definitely true, training is a good idea to spend the morning and such. After all, there does not seem to be anything else that is going on of interest and that big sword, it looks interesting enough.”

This bold attitude, just where was it coming from? Jojo never thought she could speak like that to another individual while she would chance and figure her own ideas of such things by thinking that in herself, this trail and melody was quite the contrary to what other’s would think and believe in such moments. In such depths and alcoves, it was the mere manner of which Jojo would smile, her personality almost in a shift, perhaps to an older self or younger self but whatever the case her confidence could easily be classified as over-confidence. Her eyes on this individual and not carrying how they fought or where it had seemed. She merely wanted to learn from observation and investigation. Both things were important to someone, and to Jojo, she absolute thought it through to the points of which she would momentarily keep in mind and threshold the similarities some things produced. Jojo and her weaponry in the small carriage system on her thigh would move and look at the girl, “So where shall we do this?” She would ask, her arm twitching lightly, the demonic and forbidden seeds in her hand wanted some play it seemed.

1639/5000

[Yasui Iku]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true] WORDS 706 TAGGED jojo NOTES 1603/5000 i've been a bad, bad girl ♥ what i need is a good defense 'cause i'm feeling like a criminal Iku could tell that her offer made the woman nervous... but why? Man, this was kind of strange... She knew she was damn good - not everyone became a Swordsman of the Mist, albeit as an honorary title, at the age of thirteen, and not every chunin could nearly go on par with their teachers - but working with Kubikiribouchou was her only real skill besides some taijutsu, which didn't put her on the level of your average jonin, since most of them had skills with ninjutsu and genjutsu as well. Iku had pretty good chakra control, but the only ninjutsu she knew were the basic academy five. And genjutsu... She didn't even want to think about genjutsu. So why did the prospect of facing her in a mostly friendly spar seem to intimidate the green-haired woman so much? It couldn't be the sudden appearance of the rain; if you couldn't fight in the rain, what kind of Kirigakure shinobi were you? A shitty one, that's what kind. Not that she was going to voice any of her thoughts - she didn't really want to make a habit out of offending people that she liked. Not that that was very many people. Iku grinned as the woman's honey-hued eyes studiously roved down her body; while logically, she knew that she was being sized up, not checked out, she couldn't resist an opportunity to flirt, no matter who she was talking to. Heh, when she was younger, she had been staunchly opposed to the thought of fooling around with another girl; a few more years had opened her mind somewhat, and she wouldn't pass up a chance to try it out if an offer came. Not to mention that Jojo - whose name she had finally managed to remember, just before the woman stated it - had a pretty face and a nice rack, much bigger than her own - something she often pouted about. "Like what you see, Jojo-chan~?" Besides, the kunoichi couldn't be more than twenty - she looked pretty young, and there was no way Iku would believe that she was any older than Fuku, who was twenty-four. So she imagined that the woman would have some experience, which would make the whole thing more entertaining, and... Why, exactly, was she actually pondering this, when what she wanted to do was spar? Realizing that she'd been eying Jojo's tits, Iku hurriedly cast her gaze elsewhere, a slight blush coloring her pale cheeks. That was kind of embarrassing. "My big sword and I can certainly entertain you, at least for a little while~" Fuku always told her that she needed to learn how to control her mouth. It was clear to see that Iku didn't listen when he said that, much to his annoyance, and often, to her embarrassment - depending on who she spoke to, anyway. Here, in this situation - she was being suggestive mostly on purpose, grinning wickedly at the woman. She imagined that Jojo was probably pretty easily embarrassed - if only because Iku was a bit over the top. And there it was - that little spark, that glint of confidence that had, up until now, been absent from the kunoichi's eyes. Success. Iku had figured that, if she kept annoying a person long enough, they would eventually give in and agree to do whatever it was she wanted them to - sometimes she hardly had to pout to get people to agree. Other times - like when she wanted Fuku to treat her to lunch after training - she had to really get annoying. Although, she'd quit doing that to her mentor when he threatened to make her training even more hellish. Iku hooked her arm through one of Jojo's and proceeded to practically drag the woman through the village, nearly knocking a bunch of people over in the process, until they had reached one of the less muddy training grounds. Fuku had managed to get most of the girly behavior out of the chunin, but that didn't mean she would happily frolic in the mud and get covered in it if she didn't have to. "Heh, don't worry, Jojo-chan~ I promise I won't beat you up too badly."

[Kaguya Jojo]

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[atrb=width,320] Jojo was taken by the arm and quite roughly dragged to the new place. Her brain was still catching up to what was said before, each moment she had been looking and sizing the girl up, to the point of now. Jojo could not make heads or tails of this girl as yet she could only understand a small sentiment of the value hidden within this ideal girl. Jojo’s green hair slick from the water that rained down, her arm tattoos with their chain look only felt hotter to her as she would be dragged by the kunoichi. A training grounds of formidable size, the entire place was not completely trodden with mush and mud while also it did hold a sense of easily putting one off their own guard, however a training field like this was quite normal for all ninja of the mist. Jojo would only roll her neck lightly, her tight collar holding her neck solid as she would bring a hand up and loosen the bandings on it, allowing there to be some slack from her neck to her body. Following this was the removing of some buckled restraints around her chest that held her upper arms steady to the also points of her legs. Jojo also noticed that this girl was giving her honorifics, but from the confrontation earlier, what was it about this girl and her memories? Did she know her, did she spar with her before? Jojo just did not know anymore as to what she could utilize in her own momentary mind as to what she could figure out was her own utility in such an event. Her eyes looking at this person and with which she would merely sigh and with a calm sense of determination she would hold fast her moments of fear. Iku was certainly unique, that Jojo could not disagree with at all or in any case thereof. Jojo’s own momentum of happiness was cherished in her head yet outwardly, she would merely look at this individual, trying to think of any weak points or spots. If Iku were a man, sexual appeal could work but as this was a girl, it would have little to no effect in Jojo’s eyes. She had to figure something out or else there would be little to nothing left in her life at all. So therefore, Jojo would feel the rain falling on her, judging it for how she would need to utilize any tricks she may have. Jojo’s body would move with a purpose, her eyes watching with a calm collectiveness as she gathered all Intel with her body held low and her steps managed the speed necessary to utilize what she knew. She would move forwards and jump up, spinning her frame with a low kick as she aimed to perform the leaf gale, all in attempt to damage the lower body, namely crush a leg. Granted her eyes were on the large sword, her body didn’t want to be split in half and the best way to keep that from happening was to never take her eyes from that sword, or rather from the opponent in general. Jojo’s body had moved with a purpose, one that she could quite usefully utilize to her advantage as she would merely pick up a single kunai and hold it in her palm, the chakra inside such a palm would glow, readying the vines for use as she could only utilize so many surprise attacks, wondering who knew of her Zassou ability and who didn’t, just how much did she miss during her memory lapse?	[atrb=width,90] tag; Iku notes; Konoha Reppuu words; 2242/5000
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[Yasui Iku]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true] WORDS 458 TAGGED jojo NOTES 2061/5000 i've been a bad, bad girl ♥ what i need is a good defense 'cause i'm feeling like a criminal Iku was a little disappointed that she hadn't managed to incite some sort of reaction from Jojo; even straight girls at least blushed and called her a pervert most of the time. Hm. Was the green-haired woman maybe asexual? Well, that was just no fun at all. If she hadn't been excited about the spar, the chunin probably would have started pouting at her companion. Either that, or just outright started getting inappropriate and touchy. That was the surefire way of inciting a reaction, although it also led to a lot of pissed off people... Well, you weren't going to win with all of them. But that was a thought for another time. For now she had to focus on kicking the woman's ass. Then she could contemplate feeling her up. Iku grasped the hilt of Kubikiribouchou and removed it from its usual place on her back, holding it at the ready. It would be pretty difficult to go on the offensive with the sword and not badly injure Jojo - the woman didn't have her own sword, so it wasn't like she could really defend against the mammoth blade. Man, this was going to be a pain in the ass - Iku wasn't exactly used to restraining herself. Due to the unique capabilities of her blade, she was able to make reckless and risky power strikes that most people couldn't, and that was really what her fighting style was based on. It wasn't designed so that she could easily adapt for a light spar against someone without a sword. It was designed to be the most efficient at taking out opponents, which didn't lend itself well to something relaxed and friendly. It led to heads rolling. Perhaps she should have restricted herself to taijutsu, but hell, what was the fun of having a giant sword if she didn't get to use it? Jojo started out with a pretty familiar move - one of the Leaf's strong fist style techniques. Heh. That was simple enough to block. Iku swung her blade - making sure not to point the sharpest bits at the woman - right into the path of her kick. The woman's foot would collide with the flat of the blade, and it'd probably send quite the shock up her leg. The impact wasn't quite as hard as she would have expected from a jonin - much, much weaker than any move Fuku pulled - and so she was momentarily disconcerted because the woman defied her expectations in a rather disappointing manner. She pulled the blade back and swung it again - Jojo would have to be pretty fast to avoid getting smacked in the side with it. Perhaps this would be a good exercise in self-control.

[Kaguya Jojo]

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[atrb=width,320] Jojo’s kick was well, pathetic. It was not what most Kaguya was the hype of, nor was it anywhere near the strength of which a Jounin could fight. Jojo just was not that strong, however her initial kick riveted her body, the very feeling of her kick having sent a bone shuddering feeling through her body, her leg felt like it should have just been chopped off then and there until she felt the fact that inertia helped her. Her leg still so close, the motion was blocked but even so, she would utilize her body to move backwards in a momentum of moving freely. Such a manner in which her legs riveted more yet as she would kick off she would spin in a back flip, to regain some posture in which as she would land, her body would do a splits maneuver as the blade was swinging directly above her head, allowing her to not catch her fall at all but rather keep falling so to speak. It was not a dodge, she did not even see the blade going by but felt the air that split with such a hefty swing as it did swing directly above her own scalp. In her mind, Jojo was already thinking how crazy it was that she would wind up having that sword swing in such a fashion, even during a spar. But then again, Jojo had to make up for her lack of knowledge in Taijutsu, maybe it was her punishment for being such a lack of fighting spirit that had her nearly cleaved. Whatever the case, Jojo would have her hands already moving to which she slammed one on the final moment of finishing the splits that she summoned an array of crows out of the seal. The scattering of a thousand crows mixed with the summoning arts, indeed Jojo was pulling off her own kind of skill set while she did hope that the crows could keep this girl busy, she manipulated the crows with her hands to continue multiplying themselves, swirling around her while also moving in so close that they would aim to scrape with their beaks and little feet. Indeed such a movement was not the origin of the technique however, she would move backwards, her body now jumping back and with the crows continually making themselves more. This would allow her to go unseen on the other side. By her hands able to move the chakra about as she pleased with the scattering crows, and once the pattering was being formed she had emitted a single vine to launch out of her shoulder and directly at the center of the flock, assuming they still were surrounding the girl. The single vine was meant to be like a lance thrown in darkness, a test while also a stalemate call. The vines green tendency allowing it to shoot out and pierce what was inside. If this Iku were of the seven swordsmen of the mist, Jojo knew that she could never even dream of piercing or damaging one of them. So this was her own benefit of a doubt test. She knew few skills and with this, she only hoped to learn more with the abilities of her capable self. Such skills of her own chakra and amassing momentum were in effect as well and kept her well out of harm’s way as she would be twenty feet from the flock. If the vine did hit something solid, but was a blocked moment, she would have it aiming to bind the target, and if such were done the crows would disperse to smoke, if not then the vine would merely retract and then the crows would disperse in mere seconds after. 87% Chakra Remaining	[atrb=width,90] tag; Iku notes; Sanzengarasu no Jutsu words; 2867/5000
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[Yasui Iku]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true] WORDS 334 TAGGED jojo NOTES 2395/5000 i've been a bad, bad girl ♥ what i need is a good defense 'cause i'm feeling like a criminal Iku's expression turned from a frown to a wide grin. Well, well. Somebody certainly was flexible, if not all that strong or fast. "Heh, nice." she commented in a suggestive tone as the blade whizzed past, just barely missing the top of the woman's head. So maybe Jojo had a few tricks up her sleeve after all. Well, they wouldn't do her good for very long. She could only keep up the gymnastics so long as her stamina held out, and if she had as little of that as she did strength and speed, Iku could easily outlast her. Not that that would be any fun. She swore profusely as a whole bloody murder of crows appeared and started swarming around her, all aiming to peck or scratch at her. Well, so long as none of them went for the eyes, Iku didn't really give a damn. It's just that there were a hell of a lot of them, and Kubikiribouchou could only swat so many at a time. So she ended up getting scratched to all hell, with little holes pecked through her clothes. Eh, whatever. Iku had figured that, while she could move faster than the crows, it was just plain easier to endure the assault and prepare herself for the woman's next assault - probably something sneaky, if she had to distract the chunin with an asston of crows to pull it off. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw something a little faster approaching the dead center of the murder of crows. A little green vine. That.. wasn't really all that scary. Iku replaced Kubikiribouchou in its usual spot on her back, held out her hand and allowed the vine to wrap around it, grasped the plant firmly, and pulled, likely sending the woman tumbling forward. If she kept some of her balance and didn't flat out land on her face, Jojo would receive a solid kick in the gut. "Trying to tie me up already, are we?"

[Kaguya Jojo]

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[atrb=width,320] The vine had made a hold, or at least held a good deal onto something as Jojo could feel the vine being tugged away from her, the very method of such a thing was very quick and she nearly did not have enough time to deal with it when the pull of such a vine had occurred. It was the same momentum that she would use the extra footage to her vine to produce enough slack for her to not even move. Such a thing was ideal for her in essence that she would be pushing out that series of such a momentum of what she knew now. The ten feet of extra footage allowed her to not even need to worry as she would find herself having a few extra vines to use, however, now that shoulder vine she originally used had no slack left to it as she would find herself popping her neck and would then rush forwards with her body, returning the vine as to speed up her pace as she would move forwards with a goal in mind and her own capabilities in set. She knew her limits, and she knew she could not stand a long confrontation with anyone. It just was not in her nature nor her probable use of time. Her body had come forwards in its own quickened pace from the withdrawal of the vine. This would allow her momentum to grow as she would then say in response to the question, “Yes, yes I am trying to tie you up.” It was the response she readily had prepared as her own body made its nature to having been able to warp forwards with her multiple vines, each one having been from a different sector of her body in anticipation and readiness to what she needed to do with all that she knew how to do. Her vines erupted out of her body, much like the bones of the Kaguya, as the vine from her other shoulder would also shoot out now, all in anticipation to warp itself around that other arm as she would be moving in a stead fast fashion. An arm reaching out and three identical vines from there would reach forwards and aim their attempt to attach to the sword Iku carried, the beheading sword as it were. Jojo did not know much about sword play, but at the very least, she could utilize things to defend herself in any case. By this moment, the seconds ticking by, she would merely be eight feet away with vines reaching for the handle of the beheading sword while her other hand gripped a kunai from her own butt bag and brought it out in the ready to be a familiar motion to throw and stick to the abdomen of her opponent. This was the real attack hidden by the fainting attempt to grip the beheading sword. While strategy was a strong suit and tactics in themselves were well pronounced, Jojo needed to utilize every method she had to her disposition to the greatest chance. Jojo’s moments were easily readable as she had not had much training in any speed or taijutsu style, both of which were below average. It was her chakra control, reserves, and ninjutsu capabilities that were average and yet won all her battles up until now. It was the momentum that deserved all the credit though as she hoped in just the ten seconds that had gone by, she had at least done a little damage because she knew, that she would be in a world of hurt if she did not accomplish some feat here and now.	[atrb=width,90] tag; Iku notes; Tie 'em up words; 3479/5000
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[Yasui Iku]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true] WORDS 432 TAGGED jojo NOTES 2827/5000 i've been a bad, bad girl ♥ what i need is a good defense 'cause i'm feeling like a criminal Ah, damn - Jojo had managed to produce enough slack in the vine that she didn't get pulled right into Iku's kick. She didn't have any idea what these vines could do or how far they could extend, if they had any special traits or powers, if Jojo had more than one of them... Frankly, she didn't know a goddamn thing about them. Well, she still wasn't all that intimidated. Jojo could wrap vines around her all day if she wanted; Iku was still physically stronger and could probably escape from them even if she was all tied up, given enough time and effort. Not that that would be a problem, as she didn't intend to get all tied up.. Not in this fight, anyway. Ehe. Besides, they were just vines - so Iku assumed that she could slice right through them with Kubikiribouchou if she needed to. "Getting kinky already, are we?" Iku commented, grinning widely. If she made enough perverted comments, surely the woman would respond eventually. Even if she didn't intend to actually go along with the perversion she was spouting, it would still be fun to just get a rise out of Jojo. Not to mention that tactics like that could be useful in a real fight - some men would fall prey to temptation pretty easily, and get distracted by the thought of bedding a gorgeous girl such as herself. And there were so many lines she could use simply because she had Kubikiribouchou - she'd once spent her free time drawing up a list, and it was long. Was that an odd thing to do? Perhaps. Did she particularly care? Well, not really. It had been entertaining, and that was a good enough reason to have wasted a few hours on it. She sliced through the first vine and dropped what she held to the ground, eying the green-haired woman. Then a whole asston of vines came forth from the woman's body. Iku wondered just how that all worked... but figured that this wasn't really the time to ponder it. Sending them after her sword was a bad idea, especially after she'd already proven that she could just cut them up - an action she repeated with the vines coming for Kubikiribouchou. Another vine wrapped around the hand holding the sword, so Iku simply switched hands and, since the woman was pretty close by now, yanked on the damnable vine to pull Jojo close. "I think my sword's a little too big for you to handle, Jojo-chan."

[Kaguya Jojo]

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[atrb=width,320] Jojo’s vines were doing a swell job, regenerating their chakra constructions as they were cut was quite the feet but each time they were cut, she felt the pain. It was as if her own fingers were snapping or being chewed off by a saw. It was an incredibly tense pain, so much pain that she had already taken a small stumble with what she felt. However, her vines had kept up their barrage, all of them heading to that sword in the order she planned. Yet, with all said and done, she still found herself having that beheading sword chop apart her precious vines, far faster than their regenerative rates could withstand, as she would already feel herself faltering from the pain she felt. It can easily be read in her eyes yet so could the desire, the will to fight on as the pain seemed to excite her dormant Kaguya self. The will and love of bloodshed and fighting, all that she tried to keep hidden was awakening in the moments that her own self was at its weakest point. It was scary for Jojo to enter such a rage as she had never done so before and did not know how long it could last. However, that single vine that had wrapped around that second hand, the switching of the sword. Then the yank, the yank of the vine she tied that hand with, it was a failing plan. Jojo could just feel it in her bones that she would have lost this round no matter how good she was with what she could accomplish. The hand still held her vine and such a vine had already tied the two. No matter how fast the refraction of the vine could be, Jojo would still feel the yank and as she came stumbling forwards her body was going too fast. It was the added momentum, the momentum of her rush forwards that sent her tumbling as well, the very benefitting factor that had encompassed her and therein also brought her to her knees. However, before she was brought to her knees, there was a single moment, a moment that would bring her forwards and her head, with the speed and the angle and not just that but also the momentum she traveled, it was an adverse effect of the yank. The yanking of the vine sent into motion a head butt. Jojo was by no means hard headed, however with a little taijutsu training and the Kaguya themselves, if one thought that her bones were as dense as steel when they butted heads with her, they would believe that they had just hit a brick wall where in fact they just hit another flesh and blood head. However, Jojo did something with this head butt, a cushion to her head but not the adversary’s. Jojo’s forehead vines snaked out and spun in a circle, almost creating a forehead protector for Jojo as the two heads would butt with each other. That is, if her speed was faster than the reaction time which would mean her speed added to the power of the yank both matched nominal to that of her opponent’s speed of reflex. With all those factors in play, no matter how hard they hit heads, Jojo would still be in intense pain of the head butt, likely yelling out in pain with a few curses of her own just to intensify such statements. Following the closeness of this factor though, she would not take a break as she would undoubtedly use the regenerated three vines from her hand to extend a grip to tie the hand holding the sword this time around, “Too big for me to handle, oh I think I can fit it in perfectly... With my style.”	[atrb=width,90] tag; Iku notes; Head Butt words; 4113/5000
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[Yasui Iku]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true] WORDS 627 TAGGED jojo NOTES 3454/5000 i've been a bad, bad girl ♥ what i need is a good defense 'cause i'm feeling like a criminal Her focus switched from the vines, which were easily defeated by her blade, to the woman herself - and saw her stumble as her eyes lit up with a pain she wouldn't admit to. So however she had gotten these vines, they were really connected to her body - man, it had to be neat to have actual tentacle-esque appendages. That was pretty damn cool, until you were in a situation like Jojo was and the vines were getting sliced to bits every time they came at the chunin. That had to feel like hell - but it couldn't be as bad as practically getting your shoulder ripped open by a pissed off shark man and bleeding all over the damn place. Hey, what doesn't kill you makes you stronger. Most of the time, anyway. The rest of the time it resulted in horribly debilitating injuries, but that hadn't been one of those times so she tried not to think of it like it could have been. "What's the matter, Jojo-chan?" she asked innocently, though the wicked grin on her face kind of gave away the fact that she had figured out that hurting the vines hurt the woman. Yet she could also see, slightly masked by the pain but still there, the desire to fight on - to shed Iku's blood. Violence of the sort that came from an inborn insanity passed down through one's blood - generally the way you could tell a Kaguya from any other person when you hadn't seen them using their kekkei genkai. Iku didn't really buy into this whole prejudice thing, seeing people with bloodline abilities as somehow less of people... They were all Kirigakure shinobi, why couldn't that be good enough? Why did you have to be special - or, in this case, not special - to be considered a person? They could all fight and bleed and die. They were human too, no matter what anyone said... But that was really a school of thought to pursue when she wasn't in the middle of a spar. Jojo came tumbling forward due to Iku's tugging on the vine, and the chunin grinned all the while. Unfortunately... her method of reeling the woman in hadn't left her out of harm's way. Their foreheads collided with a loud, reverberating crack, and Iku swore, pulling out a few words that it wasn't likely that the green-haired woman even knew of. Smacking her face into a Kaguya... felt more like the side of a fucking building. "And people say I'm hard-headed." she muttered dryly. "Those people have obviously never been headbutted by a Kaguya." Yeah, it hurt like a son of a bitch - but it wasn't debilitating, she could work through it and take Jojo out. Iku was quick to retreat a few steps and slice the vine that she'd pulled on - and just in the nick of time, too, as the woman had recovered well enough to send another of her wriggling green appendages after her. "If you really want to tie me up and have your way with me, Jojo-chan, you only need to ask~" After chopping through the approaching vine, Iku took a step or so forward and kicked Jojo in the stomach - not with her full strength, she wasn't trying to really kick her ass - but it would certainly knock her down. And from there, it would be quite simple to point the business end of Kubikiribouchou at the woman's throat. "Hmm. You proved to be easier than I'd thought." A statement that, of course, could have meant one of several different things... most of them inappropriate for polite conversation.

[Kaguya Jojo]

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[atrb=width,320] The head butt, oh boy did it hurt, and thank god for her forehead vine for saving her head at the least. Yet, Jojo could only tell that the fight was soon going to end, the very beneficiary of this was going to be far more difficult than she could have hoped but in the end, her scheme would hopefully follow through and pan out perfectly for her. Jojo having a little to no faithful knowledge of her own useful expertise would become the very thing she hated. Jojo knew few battle tactics but she hoped to excel in some of them. This was one of them when her head was retracted, her hand vines launching forwards while she would find herself having the pleasantries of an individual as this aim to kick her stomach after chopping her hand vines. Nonetheless, it would be then that Jojo would smile and finally have her very useful skills put to the test, as she would perform the hand seals directly at the same moment as the vines were chopped with that approaching body. Yes, this would be the perfect moment, the very moment, as Jojo would utilize a jutsu she never thought of using until now. Jojo’s hands a blur, her body sending the vines that were chopped up to replace her body that would be kicked while she would be replaced by it, her hand taking an exploding tag and attaching it to those vines while she would scurry away and disperse her body around to be away, her body moved with a swift ease into which her hidden self would hide in a form of which she would hopefully not be noticed when the explosion had occurred. Her capabilities with speed were not the greatest, however she hoped with the skills in ninjutsu would accompany for that. Jojo will have gotten away, hopefully, and following that would be the explosion. Jojo knew no true Hidden Mist Seven Swordsman would be caught dead in a trap like that, however she would perform hand seals where she appeared now and performed another amount of her seals. Her seals flowing through her hands, as she would utilize and knowledgably know how to use such skills, as she would summon a dozen crows, the crows having formed a clone of her while still in the hiding place she was in. The clone being almost identical to how the Hidden Leaf’s Shadow Clone jutsu was made. Jojo put her chakra into this clone, imbedding half of what she had now to implement and put into this clone. Jojo was weak, she knew she was and that only allowed for so much left to understand as she would use her own thought process and after having performed enough to make this crow clone, she would jump upwards, into the tree while her clone would stay hidden. However, wherever her opponent, Iku, was now she would have her clone make its own decisions, the clone running to the left behind a series of trees as her clone would throw shuriken after shuriken from the left, each one aiming for where Iku was as Jojo would keep watch from the tree, masking her appearance with quiet and watchful thought. Her clone could do enough on its own, Jojo knew that for certain, as she could definitely tell that the clone began to speak to saying, “Guess one bomb would never do it.” Indeed, it was not obvious to tell the two apart, and with the ferocity of the clone, it matched Jojo’s ferocity prior to having performed the replacement technique to which the two had begun their brute battle. The real Jojo steadily watched, hoping and praying the clone would be able to do enough to fool while Jojo would watch for any kind of weakness. She knew that the clone’s taijutsu capabilities were terrible, and its speed was just terrible however Jojo knew there could be enough flexibility between the two of them although if all else would be needed, Jojo knew for certain she could use her own prowess in the fight but the clone of crows, a clone of which performed itself the same way as a shadow clone would only have a few differences, but with how weak and beat up Jojo was now, such differences were minuscule at best. Her eyes peering out of the trees while she would not rustle at all, nor her body moving in the slightest to keep a watchful eye on this fight. She prayed that as the clone leads her away, Jojo could map out a better plan or at the least a useful skill in which she could perform a subjected jutsu that could perform its own useful diagnosis. A blink of her eyes while the clone would giggle its voice away with the movements of its body. SPOILER: Click to show Kawarimi no Jutsu | Body Replacement Technique -- 33% Chakra used Karasu Bunshin no Jutsu | Crow Clone Technique -- 13% Chakra used, 20% chakra given Jojo: 21% Chakra Crow Clone: 20% Chakra	[atrb=width,90] tag; Iku notes; Clones words; 4925/5000
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