[Kuronmeru Enyo]

blood as black as the ocean

Enyo was not a huge fan of early mornings, but today his parents had demanded he get up and exercise. So he did. It left him whining and moaning, but after he was done with his hour-long physical training he was allowed to relax in his hot bath. It allowed his muscles to relax and for everything to feel perfect and nice. This was especially good because he had more training later on this morning, he was meeting up with the team he was assigned to.

That one ugly girl, and the old ugly lady. It was a pain, but it was a sacrifice he had to make to actually progress even if it meant kissing some ass along the way.

So once he was properly bathed and beautifully dressed he made his way out towards the designated training spot. Fortunately his body had healed well enough since Sora's and his last encounter which meant he was ready to dish out some more pain if he could manage that much this time. After all, last time had not gone as well as he had hoped and his father had given him a beating for it.

Which was why he was now at the training grounds, except he was alone. The sun was just properly rising over the horizon, and the summers heat had yet to settle into the air.

Enyo, annoyed went to sit in a tree, doodling and making carvings in it with a kunai.

Sora Minami Miyamoto Ikana

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[Miyamoto Ikana]

Ikana wasn't one of those girls that really was used to working with people in groups. She was more used to one on one meetings, if at all. Many of her trainings had been independent, and in those ventures, she'd become stronger as a individual. However, as many knew, the true power of a Shinobi tended to be when they worked in sync with their comrades. Coordination and careful planning could allow even weaker individuals to take down a goliath. When she was summoned to the training grounds today, she looked out towards a semi familiar face. Kuronmeru Enyo. Unfortunately for him? Ikana's wardrobe was no less garish today. Not that such a fact was particularly surprising.

Wearing a dark blue dress which fell past her knees, with a dark black cloak which adorned her form. She wore bracers on each arm, and a ragged grey scarf which wrapped lightly around her neck in the chilly morning. With bandages wrapped around her waist and a layer of fishnet mesh, she might have looked rather odd. Most of her effeminate features other than her lithe body shape and the look of her eyes were obscured to varying degrees. Upon arrival, and looking out, she slowly raises a palm into the air. "Ohayo. Enyo-Kun." Foregoing the formalities, she decided to call him something a bit more intimate. Namely because they were on the same team.

Regardless of their background, history, or struggles. They were together now. Even if Enyo didn't believe in the whole friendship and ties thing.

[Sora Minami]

Sora sat in the crook of a tree branch, well above where her student’s would inevitably arrive, eyes closed but not sleeping. It was barely after dawn and, though she was long since used to waking before the sun rose, that didn’t mean she had to enjoy the prospect, not when it meant finally integrating the two halves of her (currently incomplete) Genin Team into something resembling its name. A third member might have made things easier, balancing out Enyo’s snobbish attitude and Ikana’s self-deprecating savagery, but unfortunately none of the current Teams had an extra member to spare, and the current class at the Academy… Well. They weren’t ready. Not by a long shot.

That left her in a bit of a pickle, one she’d avoided dealing with for a good week now, but that would end today. She couldn’t train two Genin separately and expect to keep up with her other duties, not when she had a trip to Takigakure planned and a vague offer of a mission from the Suiryu Butai somewhere down the road. So she had gone ahead and bit the bullet, scheduled her preferred training ground for the whole day, and informed her student (Ikana in person, Enyo through his parents) of when they were supposed to meet. And then, she’d set up camp.

Not in the literal sense of the word, of course; the training grounds were next to the Academy and, while she absolutely had the authority to reserve one for several days to perform survival training, that wasn’t what Sora wanted to do. Not yet. No, her purpose for this session would be something far more fundamental, something both her Genin, unfortunately, needed to work on, though for wildly different reasons. Teamwork.

The fundamental reason for even having a Genin team was that, technically speaking, three Genin working in concert should be able to tackle a Chunin without fear, and at least moderately trouble a Jounin (depending on the strengths and weaknesses of the three Genin, of course). Numbers, when used in the right way, had a way of making even the worst odds better, though not every problem could be fixed by throwing more people at it. Her Genin had learned this lesson in the Academy, every Genin did, but knowing you ought to work together to fight a superior opponent and actually doing it were two very different things. Which was why she was here, hidden in the crook of a tree well above what either Enyo or Ikana would be willing to climb just to relax, waiting. Because when they arrived, she wanted to be ready.

As it turned out, she didn’t have to wait very long.

About twenty minutes past sunrise, a shape appeared through the early morning light- Enyo Kuronmeru, for once where he was supposed to be when he was supposed to be there. It was surprising to see him before Ikana but… Well. The girl couldn’t exactly account for miracles, after all. I wonder if he’ll actually keep his mouth in check today. Wishful thinking, probably, but still. If he arrived on time, perhaps things might actually work out well. Or at least better than last time. Ikana arrived not long after, her outfit practical if garish (as usual), and Sora smiled, knowing this next bit would be key.

Because now, it was time to make her students wait.

Kuronmeru Enyo Miyamoto Ikana

[Kuronmeru Enyo]

blood as black as the ocean

Enyo did not acknowledge Ikana, seemingly on purpose as he continued to carve something in the tree upon her arrival. She thought it was okay to refer to him so casually, when they had not even known each other for but one meeting. Though he had seen her fight at the chunin exams, and that made him wonder why she had not promoted already. Perhaps she had not been good enough? It seemed likely. Maybe she disrespected someone who needed respecting in the process of promoting. The idea made him smirk, but it was as if he were just smirking at the tree bark in his continuous carving and doodling.

The time came and went, and Enyo looked towards the sun rising for a moment and look peeved that their sensei was not yet present. Why had he shown up early or even on time, if the woman was going to make them wait? That was very unprofessional, after all he was just a student he was allowed to arrive whenever he wanted. He wasn't in charge of a team of people.

Stupid lady.

He didn't notice her sitting above in the tree, but it was because he wasn't looking up. Sometime later he switched branches so that he could continue doodling and carving into the bark. At some point he yawned in his boredom, and he inevitably continued to ignore Ikana. She could do whatever she wanted to do, but she was a very subpar person to be around. Her outfits, her everything, honestly. It was just hard to look at. He couldn't believe someone like her was on his team of all things. It made him shudder in disgust. Not to mention she carried such a negative aura, no self-confidence. How would they win at anything as a team if she was just going to be like *that*?

More time slipped by, and Enyo let out a sigh, grumbling to himself about something incoherent to anyone else around him, but it was clear that he was a bit unhappy about the situation that HE was in.

Miyamoto Ikana Sora Minami

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[Miyamoto Ikana]

As Enyo seemed to ignore her presence, she didn't seem too bothered by it. She wasn't exactly sure what he was carving into the trunk of the tree, but she didn't bother to intrude upon him. Her outfits weren't anything special, true. She wasn't flashy. Though she never wanted to be. What reason did she have to care about what she wore, or some notion of social status? She didn't have anyone to impress as far as she was concerned. No family. No clan. Nobody really looked at her and thought of her in a super high esteem. Instead, she worked on her skills and let them do the talking instead. As he grumbled?

Ikana found herself leaning back against one of those trees. "...You're a really strange person. You know that?" Ikana exactly shouldn't be one to judge. After all, if anything she was just as much of an oddball as he was, if not more. However, she found herself staring up at the sky as she used on her life the past couple of weeks. Maybe the last month. She found herself leaning her back against the trunk, her eyes closed as she thought about all of the progress and development she had. Her growing relationships with others, and her own growing sense of maturity. Overall, Ikana couldn't say she'd found all the answers she was looking for.

She had more questions in her head than answers, but that was oddly okay with her. As she began her sense of self discovery. "I was doing a little bit of thinking. About some codenames to call each other if we're in a mission. Something along those lines. I was thinking yours could be porcupine. Considering how prickly you tend to be. Or mockingbird. What do you think?"

[Sora Minami]

Sora watched Ikana and Enyo interact from her perch, lips pursed in a thin line as the Kuronmeru did his level best to ignore the girl, while Ikana spoke of codenames and the boy’s utterly alien attitude towards her. The pair clearly didn’t get along well in social situations… which didn’t bode well for what was about to come. Forming a single hand seal as the children bickered below, Sora used the transformation jutsu to change her appearance, shifting from her usual form to that of a man- same height and general build, but slightly more muscular, and with black hair instead of pink.

Time for a test. The Jounin thought as she formed a second seal, body blurring into a Shunshin as she leapt out of the tree and into the clearing in a burst of speed that neither Genin would be able to follow. She landed, still transformed, roughly ten meters away from Ikana and Enyo, and turned to face the kids, a look of annoyance on her face as she said in a rough, graveled voice.

"What the fuck are you brats doing in my training ground?"

Kuronmeru Enyo Miyamoto Ikana

[Kuronmeru Enyo]

blood as black as the ocean

Enyo did not care what a peasant girl thought of him. She was definitely stranger than him by a long shot. He was a perfect boy. Everyone who did not think so simply did not know any better... Fortunately he got a bit of silence, but that didn't seem to matter because soon after that silence it was all broken with Ikana trying to talk about codenames. Enyo's reaction was to scrunch his face, and try to mock her a bit to himself, before he giggled. That was when things took a bit of a turn.

Some man appeared out of nowhere - and by Enyo's definition an ugly man at that - and started to shout at them about this being his training grounds.

"Don't see your name on them." He remarked slyly, smirking not caring if he got bludgeoned or not it seemed because his mouth preceded action always. "Pretty public since I last checked." It was not as if they were in a compound, they could easily go to academy or one of the administration offices and complain that someone was being crazy and keeping people out of the training yard. But he also had a slight gut feeling - however rare they were - that something about this was just... off...

So he glanced down towards Ikana for a moment.

"Wanna escort the senile man with..." He paused to try and diagnose. "Dementia, out?"

Miyamoto Ikana Sora Minami

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[Miyamoto Ikana]

"..." She remained relatively complacent as she crossed her arms over her chest. Leaning her back along a tree, she gazed towards Enyo. That was a bit of a surprise. It almost seemed as if he was suggesting working together. So. Either Ikana was dreaming, this wasn't actually Enyo, or she may have misjudged his character. Either one of those three seemed equally plausible in these moments. Taking the liberty to look this older man over? She proceeded to walk over towards Enyo's side. "It wouldn't kill you to be polite you know." Though she didn't seem to deny him or accept his offer just yet. Instead? Ikana looked towards the older fellow in question.

"We're waiting for our sensei. She's just running a little behind." With the clarification given in a clear and concise way, she stood to Enyo's left. She observed him over, before then looking towards the old man again. Her eyes focused and sharpened. Like that of a hawk. "I don't mean you any trouble." She didn't speak on Enyo's behalf though. Considering she'd just met the old man and called him both senile and demented. Which did make her wonder to some extent how in the world Enyo had lived as long as he had so far. Maybe he had some sort of god given luck or magical powers or something. Ikana didn't know.

She grew up on the streets, so she was generally familiar with the rule, "Talk shit. Get hit." Sort of situation. Then again, maybe a lifetime of delusion of being considered the best made someone overly cocky. Fuck. Did he even have the skills to back up that bravado ego? Besides. She wasn't so sure about messing with this guy. After all. There was a certain saying about being wary of men that were old in a career where people died young. 

[Sora Minami]

Sora watched the banter between her two Genin as they discussed what to do with their apparent intruder, her lips quirking up in a smirk as her transformed frame strode forward at a slow, steady, pace. Honestly. The two of them were like oil and water in their approach- Enyo antagonizing, Ikana trying to conciliate. If this had been a real encounter, the girl’s words might have actually worked- a soft word could turn even the most wrathful of men when said at the right time. But this wasn’t a simple mistake. She had set this moment up… and there was no stopping it now.

"I don’t give a fuck about you, your stupid ass Sensei, or his smart ass mouth." She pointed to Enyo, lips curling in a viscous snarl as she continued on. "I reserved this slot for myself two days ago. Now you can either get the fuck out… Or I can make you." Her smile remained, a viscous thing that would tell her precious little Genin exactly what this strange, angry man wanted to happen.

"Well? What’s it gonna be, brats? I ain’t got all day."

Miyamoto Ikana Kuronmeru Enyo

[Kuronmeru Enyo]

blood as black as the ocean

It was clear that Ikana's method was not working, which meant it was time for Plan B. Which was really Enyo's Plan A. It was him who said 'he didn't give a fuck' about their sensei, and then rather crassly assumed that it was a man, it almost made Enyo roll his eyes, but the sparkle was gone. He was in full manipulation mode. He didn't lean in to Ikana to speak, just patted down his clothes and then let out a sigh.

"Well, I would say no... But I didn't bring any weapons today!" It was then he would look over to Ikana and shrug at her, hoping that she would at least catch the gist of what he was trying to throw. He wanted *her* to prepare for an attack. They weren't exactly roomie in silent communication and teamwork, but it was worth a try, right? It would be a lot easier to beat someone to a pulp with an ally, even if Enyo did not like to admit such things.

"Guess I'll have to go, she might fight you though," He commented towards the man and let out a laugh. Then he started to wander towards the exit, which was more or less behind the man so it seemed pretty natural the way he was approaching the intruder but all the while he had already bit into the inside of his cheek and with a bit of swirling of blood, saliva and chakra he pinpointed the exact moment and spot he needed to be in to spit right at the man's eyes as he walked by.

If it went to plan - and the man had in fact thought he was leaving and was caught off guard by the move - Ikana would be free to hit him with something much more painful and bigger.

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NAME: Tsuba no chi [Spit Blood]
RANK: E
CHAKRA USAGE: Very Low
CLASSIFICATION: Kekkei Genkai.
ELEMENT: N/A
DESCRIPTION:
A technique often used by the youth of the clan. When beginning to control their own black blood, one of the more obnoxious pasttimes was to draw their own blood and swish it in their mouth. Mixing it with saliva, it is spit into the eyes of the target. This blurs the target's vision as the black mixture stings and clings to the eyes. Manipulating the little bit of blood blurs the vision quite effectively, not quite to blindness, but creating enough dark spots in vision to make it exceedingly difficult to see. It is simply removed by being washed out with water, though many thorough washes will be needed if the user is beyond a beginner.

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[Miyamoto Ikana]

Ikana was wary of an old man in a profession where people died young. People like that usually tended to be fucking monsters in their own right. One way or another. So, when confronted with the prospect of leaving or being made to leave? It was kind of a difficult thought. Though; she never imagined Enyo to be the kind of person to back down from a challenge or slight. He was prideful, arrogant, and frankly, from her brief interaction of him, felt like the kind of person who'd rather die than acknowledge any form of humility. Whereas for Ikana, she could care less about those kinds of things. She had none.

"You didn't bring any tools?..." Giving an exasperated sigh, she pinched the bridge of her nose. Especially when he seemed to want to pin this situation down on her. If the old man reserved the slot, then who was she to question and fight against that? And he was the damned one who made the suggestion on escorting the old man out anyways. Taking a deep breath, she composed herself and honestly was just about to leave. Just like Enyo did. It wasn't as if she wanted to stir up some trouble and get arrested again. Or alternatively, eat shit and get beaten into the fucking ground.

Not exactly a pleasant way to start her day. 

"I was looking forward to training." Though. When she saw Enyo lash out and spit towards the old man's eyes, his black blood jutsu, she found her eyes widening. Oh...They were dedicating to this? They were actually doing this now?! Ikana never realized Enyo's machinations; mainly considering they weren't super close. However, in those next moments, she found herself rapidly closing the distance between the two fighters. Ideally to break up the conflict; but prepared to fight if need be. 

[Sora Minami]

Sora knew the instant Enyo claimed to have no weapons on him he was full of shit. The boy didn’t even sleep in his own house without at least one weapon within arms reach- and usually not without a blade strapped to his arm. So when the Kuronmeru started to walk away and passed her transformed body, only to whirl and spit a glob of black blood at her face, she was ready- the Jounin twisted out of the way of the projectile and brought her left fist up in a rising uppercut that, while not as hard and fast as she could have made it, was still plenty strong, enough to rattle her student’s head if it hit.

Ikana came charging in the moment Enyo spat, and despite the good coordination between the two of them, Sora was ready for the girl, following through with her punch against Enyo in order to shift her momentum and whip a right hook at the girl’s temple. Taijutsu wasn’t her speciality and, if either one of them were paying enough attention to notice that, they might be able to take advantage of her sloppy form to get a hit in… if her superior speed and strength didn’t overwhelm them first, of course.

Kuronmeru Enyo Miyamoto Ikana

[Kuronmeru Enyo]

blood as black as the ocean

Well it did not work out exactly as Enyo had been hoping since the man seemed to dodge the spit but at least Ikana had at least moderately gotten his drift and had moved in to attack. Unfortunately Enyo was not the fastest of the bunch - aside from his small advantageous size - so he did get the punch to his face. Though it did not quite do the damage that he thought it would do, and instead knocked him over onto his ass. Something he fairly quickly recovered from.

It seemed that their opponent was not particularly good at close quarters, or maybe he was and was just being sloppy on purpose...? But with how decidedly wanting he was to get rid of the two of them from "his training ground" maybe he was really just that bad.

Enyo pulled himself up though and jumped at the opportunity for some violence. So he did, literally, jump right towards the man. A little higher than one normally would to leap up onto his shoulders and wrap his legs around his neck. Regardless of whether he landed or not it would serve as an extremely good distraction for Ikana to follow up.

Even more so, if he did land he would shove both of his arms around his neck to start trying to choke him, locking himself in place and either setting himself up to be thrown off - again another opportunity for Ikana - or to cause the man to topple over which would mean even more vulnerability for them to take advantage of.

Sora Minami Miyamoto Ikana

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[Miyamoto Ikana]

Ikana unlike Enyo was quite talented in Taijutsu. Then again, she was quite good at most of the topics she'd picked up. So; when she saw Enyo get uppercutted, and a fist soon headed for her own temple? She ducks her head back and arches backward, her arms crossed in an X motion as she attempts to lock the fist within the cross motion. Assuming she succeeds, she then proceeds to pull backwards with her entire body weight, and proceeds to use her right leg. Extending it outward and twisting it slightly to the side as she seeks to use it to anchor and rest along the old man's leg.

Assuming this is successful, this leaves Enyo's assault towards the man much more effective. Which would lead to Ikana tugging his body weight one way, and Enyo the other, making his strangle hold more effective. It was a feat of dexterity, skill, and acrobatics, that showed that Ikana's intuition and instincts were very keen. However, assuming the older fellow sought to pay attention to the black haired Kuronmeru behind him, she'd immediately sway her body, twisting in a sideways pivot motion as she uses her free leg, to aim a kick for the man's face. Her hands shifting their grip as she turns her body. It wasn't perfect, but in this stance, she could at least do the rudimentary rotation.

"Konoha Senpuu!" Assuming her kick fails to land, she would attempt to use the force of her kick and the flat of her foot to kick off the man in a rebound, leaping high into the air as she twists her small form to reorient herself and be upright in the air. Ikana's eyes looked cold, calculating, and calm. Her eyes rapidly scanning for any sign of vulnerability and movement. Hopefully her attempts would give Enyo time to retaliate.

[Sora Minami]

Sora had to give the kids credit- despite not having worked together before, they did a passable job of silently coordinating their attacks, with Enyo taking the hit before jumping back up and trying to wrap his legs around her transformed neck from behind, with Ikana running in and delivering a powerful kick aimed at her face. Had this been a real fight, and had she been a real enemy, the combination might well have worked, with the Genin’s combined effort’s putting down what would have otherwise been a troublesome opponent fairly quickly.

Unfortunately for them, however, this was not a normal fight, and she was far from helpless; the Jounin twisted, leaping to the side and rolling out of the way of both Enyo and Ikana’s attacks so that Ikana’s foot slammed into the Kuronmeru’s face, knocking the boy to the ground. Sora’s gaze met Ikana’s then, her chakra pulsing as she blew through three hand seals, Raiton chakra pulsing through her skin and lighting up the entire training ground in a pulse of hyper-bright light that would leave her student’s blinded for several seconds if they weren’t careful.

"Raiton: Raikochu!"

Kuronmeru Enyo Miyamoto Ikana

Jutsu/SA's/Equipment Used

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Jutsu:
NAME: Raiton: Raikochu [Lightning Release: Flash of Lightning Pillar]
RANK: C
CHAKRA USAGE: Low [Continuous]
CLASSIFICATION: Genjutsu
HANDSEALS: 3
ELEMENT: Raiton
TRIGGER: Light (Sight)
DESCRIPTION: After performing the necessary hand seals, the user begins to glow a bright white light with electricity sparking around themself. The light then triggering the genjutsu, which causes them to envision the light quadrupling in luminosity and blanketing the entire field in a white light, enough to blind all sight.
Special Abilities:
The Kunoichi That Goes On And On And On… [Endurance SA]
Perhaps part of her genetics or simply a random quirk of fate, Sora is unnaturally resilient, be it to physical pain or the toils of extended combat. While most Shinobi would collapse in exhaustion at having used all but the smallest sliver of their chakra reserves, she pushes on; while most Shinobi would wilt beneath the weight of sleepless night after sleepless night, she keeps going. This does not mean she does not feel pain/the strain of extended combat, but rather that her threshold for shutting down because of it is far higher than others. To give an example, if she were to be stabbed through her abdomen, she would still feel the pain of the injury, and it would hinder her ability to move/act, but it wouldn’t stop her, whereas a normal ninja might freeze up or shut down from the pain.

Bet You Didn’t See That Coming [Speed SA]
A byproduct of her enhanced endurance, Sora (despite what many would think) dislikes being injured- and with that dislike comes the intense desire to avoid getting hurt, a desire that has pushed her to hone her body until it could move faster than most others of her rank. In short, Sora is fast- very, very fast.

POWAH! UNLIMITED POWAH!! [Chakra Reserves SA]
After a lifetime of utilizing nearly every ounce of chakra in her body just to survive, Sora’s chakra reserves have expanded a considerable amount to compensate- while she’s no Jinchuuriki, her ability to toss out jutsu after jutsu and still have enough chakra to keep going is quite remarkable, a testament to just how much of the stuff she actually has.

I Am Not Left-Handed [Kenjutsu Mastery SA]
Sora is not merely a Kenjutsu specialist- she is a master when it comes to the art of the sword; after over two decades of training, her skills are unrivaled within Kirigakure, falling short only to the Seven Swordsman themselves… some of them, anyway. This mastery allows her a distinct advantage when fighting other Bukijutsu specialists of similar or lesser rank.

If You Try For Speed, You Do Not Achieve Speed [Bukijutsu Speed SA]
Beyond being a master of Kenjutsu, Sora has practiced for decades to become the faster swordswoman she can be. As such, her Kenjutsu techniques come out faster and move quicker than those performed by others of her rank.

Equipment: Samidare | Spring Rain Blade (Drawn)
SA’s
Unbreakable
Whatever metal and forging process was used in the creation of Samidare, it worked; Samidare is utterly unbreakable by most any means, capable of being engulfed in an S-Rank Jutsu and remaining unscathed. Though it is possible that the blade could potentially be broken by a sufficiently powerful attack (such as, say, a Bijuu-dama), this has never been tested, so it is not known if it would survive.

Sharper Than Your Average Blade
Due to its nature as an unbreakable blade, Samidare bears a cutting edge that is of particular note, which allows it to slice through even steel with little in the way of resistance, so long as the proper force is applied. Additionally, this edge never needs to be resharpened, as it never grows dull or rolls, thus making it perfect for frontline combat.

Light as Spring Rain
Perhaps a quirk of its forging (or perhaps an intentional feature), Samidare is considerably lighter than a blade its size and length ought to be; while this would normally result in a less effective weapon, Samidare loses none of its integrity or cutting power, as it is somehow able to leverage the same amount of force through less mass. This lightness allows the user to swing the weapon about with much greater speed for the same amount of physical exertion.

Chakra Conduction
Being Chakra Conductive, Samidare is capable of channeling all types of Chakra for use in Bukijustu, and, more particularly, it has a slight affinity for Raiton chakra thanks to Sora’s constant use of the blade for that purpose. This affinity does not do anything of real note, but it does feel as if the blade were more eager to drink in Raiton Chakra than other types.