[Kyōdai Jirou]

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[attr="class","achee"] [attr="class","castleonthehill"] ❝ With a raised brow he regarded the Sister. She did look to have given him a run for his money. He would turn to face the stranger with a confident, smug smirk on his face. What did he want the most? A good fight? Or a good sacrifice? The man was clearly not an ordinary sacrifice...  He would throw Hitomi's bloody sickles to the ground and Jirou started to move closer to pick them up. Hitomi deserved to have them back after all. his eyes remained on the man as he spoke. He reminded Jirou briefly of an old buddy he used to spar with.. A wolfish grin spread on his face and he would circle around him from the point where he picked up the sickles, returning to Hitomi.  "Take ya time, buddy. Perhaps you will listen to my tale then? Or I supposed you already made your stance clear... You prefer the suffering of this world rather than the benevolent will of Jashin. A shame really..."  Jirou would regard the sickles and then licked the blood off of them before he threw them back at the ground at Hitomi's feet. A quick cut the length of his forearm would spill blood onto the snow, as the man began to wave his arms around, Jirou would finish a four meter diameter circle and the upside down triangle. His skin turning black with stark, white markings. His eyes grew a darker shade of reddish purple.  "Suppose it is my sacred duty to show you what you have chosen then, you fuckin' heathen"  And with that he drew his sword and drove it through his abdomen, tearing intestines and the silver blade passed through the soft tissue, tearing at the back of his jacket. Blood welled up in his mouth and past his lips, a groan fell from his lips and his eyes fluttered closed for a split second before they zoned in on the target, the katana twisting around. ✉ tag -- ( @tag ) ✎ 000 words ※ notes here, please keep it short.

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Her dear brother showing up to help did improve her mood something wonderful, but seeing her beloved sickles tossed to the ground and stepped on would bring a sharp glare to the woman's gaze, red eyes laser-focused on the man with a spark of ire and excitement. Her precious blades, thrown like garbage and stomped upon like they weren't the best gifts she'd ever received.

But he began to...what was that? Not a fighting form. Or was it? Hitomi didn't recognize it as a prayer, but she did recognize Jirou's intent in getting her weapons back, watching him nab the sickles as the holy man took to waving his arms about for whatever he was wanting to do.

The pause was enough for Jirou to move in, though as her sickles were tossed back to her, Hitomi had the chance to really digest where he was going with his words. Her dear brother spoke with so much tact and grace. A true follower of the Glorious One, so fully devoted to his purpose as the Wrath. The way he spoke of Jashin, the way he spoke to the sinner in the snow, the way he carried himself...it all gave her shivers. Her pulse would've risen if her heart had been beating.

How exciting this was.

She picked up her sickles with a soft, sing-song "Thank you~" and looked them over for damages, thankfully seeing none. But with Jirou having moved in to fight, she had more or less taken a passenger's seat to his little show. The woman moved closer, eyeing the stranger, but for now she didn't rush in, red eyes content in only watching.

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SAs:
- Death Prevention
- Basic Anatomy Knowledge
- Purrfect Persuasion
- Blazing Beauty
- Special Eyes

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Keihō, Gaoh Kyōdai Jirou ❤ HEX: #9e52bf ❤ no notes

[Keihō, Gaoh]

Gaoh's hands met, thunderous in his own head, yet little more than the sound of skin on skin. His opponents - or opponent - hadn't taken much time to enjoy the scenery, it would seem.

Gaoh hadn't taken lack of notice as Jirou circled him, jumping towards the sickles buried into the earth near his feet. Could he stop him from getting them? No. Could he make him regret it? 'Oh ye', real ba'."

Casual conversation interjected as Gaoh stomped into the earth, pivoting with his full speed and weight as arms rocketed forward. His movements would attempt to - literally and figuratively - cut him off. His right would swing with the arc and force of a sword, his left striking out with fingers of steel.

The left was little more than a grab, attempting to immediately cling in and onto the man's skin or clothing. If successful, the fingers would intermingle with the man's skin, holding him in a bloody grip to prevent an escape. The other?

A makeshift guillotine aimed from shoulder to waist, it would fully sever the man's body. Curshin' yer hearts won' do i', s'lesse how th' works. The only thing setting him off to the other one was a faint noise; steps. On'at a time.

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Enhanced Hearing A quality seemingly born from his time in the wilds, Gaoh has a shocking sense of hearing. From the quietest of insects, to the unsheathing of a blade - if he focuses, he can hear through the noise of intense battle. Unfortunately, several shinobi are trained to move as silently as possible; a near direct counter to this 'gift' of his. While it prevents him, for the most part, to avoid stealth attacks - these few are a "pain in my ass".

Thunderous Strength His body being honed by years of rigorous, and painful, training; Gaoh embodies a terrifying physical strength. His blows are capable of crushing stone, and he can even lift massive obstructions with one arm. As some amount of recompense, his dexterity is generally more lax, although getting hit by the man will more than often result in serious injury.

Embodying Prayer As a follower of Kimyōna Shinsei, Gaoh has the ability to pray to draw upon further power from Nageku. By doing so, his next used technique increases in power and speed, rising as if it were an entire rank above itself, capping at S-Rank. In general, this can result in terrifying boosts of power; a sword strike that used to be able to cut through stone now capable of piercing metal. The motion does create a window of opportunity for someone to retaliate, however.

A Cruel Body As a follower of Kimyōna Shinsei, Gaoh can utilize Bukijutsu as if his body were the weapons required. While not being capable of clashing with metal as if his body were, his blows easily match if not overpower those belonging to general tools. While the execution of some of the techniques is rather odd without the extra reach or sheathes that belong to the weapons, he can shortcut the methods somewhat, such as gripping his arm to simulate Iai techniques. Because of them utilizing his body, he can even utilize them on top of his Taijutsu.

NAME: Kumo-Ryu Mikazukigiri [Cloud-Style Three Days' Moon Beheading]
RANK: C B
STAMINA: Low
CLASSIFICATION: Bukijutsu
DESCRIPTION: The user swings their sword in a single, large, crescent moon-shaped arc, which occurs with such ferocious velocity that the technique can be employed in situations where only a very limited time to react is available. The swing can be used to counter attacks from multiple opponents simultaneously.

NAME: Keimou Ryuu Ouda [Enlightened Axe Strike]
RANK: C B
STAMINA: Low
CLASSIFICATION: Taijutsu
DESCRIPTION: The user forms a fist with their hand and brings their arm above their head or across their chest. They will then step towards their opponent and bring the full force of their weight and power into the blow. All the kinetic force is focused into the bottom of the fist and upon impact the force is released. Much like its knee strike counterpart, the force is carried through the opponent to the opposite side of their body as if the user had just struck straight through them, and the damage felt across this path of the body is felt equally.

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Eyes remained on the other in his advance, so when the man decided to stop whatever the hell the waving around was to cut off his grab for the sickles, Jirou simply weaved back and out of reach with a grin stretched across his face. "Awwe, com'on, Big Guy. At least let the girl get her tools back. Or do you really think any of us can take you in a fair fight? Just toss 'em to her, then"[break][break]
His face tilting to the side. The confidence in his features and position did nothing to make him seem any less threatening. He would start to circle the man again, waiting to see if he would indeed allow the sickles to return to their owner. [break][break]
"Or did your Mama teach you no manners? Any you borrow should be returned, after all... But then again... If your mother was such a pigheaded heathen as yourself, that race was lost before it even started" [break][break]
Mocking and taunting wasn't anything new to Jirou and he wasn't about to play fair if a few insults could drive his opponent into losing their head, too caught up in emotions and the social constructs they adhered to. [break][break]

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