[masshiro]

    A day like most others, seeing Masshiro in one of the few places he spent most of his time in the village; the training grounds. He was often found training someone, training himself, or taking notes on various shinobi in the village doing their own training. Today was something of a combination, as he had his notebook in one hand and a pencil in the other, roaming the grounds and making notes, but looking for something specific. His recent spars and more serious fights were showing him the weaknesses in his fighting style, and he was looking for something or someone specific, when finally he caught a glimpse of what he was looking for and stopped. 

    Flipping through the pages of the thick notebook he stopped on a page, looking over a sketch he had made of one specific Chuunin, then started to go over the notes he had made.

"Ikana..."

    Stuffing the pencil he was holding into one of his pouches, he pulled Uemori off of his back and rested it over his right shoulder as he read, flipping the pages with his thumb. There wasn't near as much information here as he would have liked, but he did have a few specific notes he that caught his attention as much as she was now. As he looked up, he watched he she moved, squatting down and nodding. She was fast, and she was quick, two things he unfortunately wasn't as much as he would have liked. For as long as it likely would have taken for her to notice him, he kept sitting there and watching, before he finally bounced up, pressing any wrinkles out of his coat, and bounced his weapon on his shoulder.

    Walking over, trying not to get in the way of anything that might get him hit, he flagged down his target, giving her a slight bow before snapping his notebook shut. It fell against his hip, bouncing a few times as it hung by a chain, as he cleared his throat.

"My name is Yamaguchi Masshiro, and I'd like you to help me with some training."
    

[Miyamoto Ikana]

Ikana was a well to do, accomplished Chuunin. To have made it to her ranking at fourteen was fairly impressive one might suppose. However, she found that from here, she'd done little but mindless missions for mindless pay. Training without any real direction or purpose beyond reaching the higher echelons of rank. For she had little real connection or feeling to most people in Kirigakure. The ones she did have felt more like business interactions, as if the people around her were associates. However...

It was on this day, along the isolated sections of wilderness that she found herself viewing him. Yamaguchi Masshiro. She'd once served on a mission with both of his cousins, and knew of their doujutsu to some limited capacity. Saw his cousin Kyoko fight wielding the Nuibari. Saw his other cousin Daichi use barriers. Ikana found herself turning her head. Tilting her head as she firmly adjusts the headband around her neck. It wasn't every day you were approached by a member of the seven swords. Though. At this point in time? Ikana had worked with three of them. Gazing upon him? She knew immediately the sword of which he wielded.

Uemori. A blade that was nothing short of legendary of course. Her soft brown eyes look upon him, and with it, he might see that she stared at him with a somewhat dull and glassy expression. Dark lines traversing over her face. "Hai. Hai..." She says as she looks firmly upon his form. She didn't even seem to question it. Instead, she went on to ask. "Train what?" For some reason, she doubted he was here to test her swordsmanship.

[masshiro]

    Had neither of them wielded a weapon or used a jutsu they might have been assumed to run in similar circles. Both dressed in a way that might be considered "fancy" for what was considered trained assassins, though Masshiro would have made a point to argue he was one of the best dressed in the village, truth or not. It was clear that he was incredibly fond of his appearance as his hair was perfectly straight despite all the humidity, his clothes looking like they'd never left a closet let alone seen a fight, and despite the weapon he wielded proudly, his hands were smooth and soft. Unfortunately the rest of his body was covered in scars on his legs, back, chest, arms, and a large obvious one cutting a lightning bolt diagonally across his face, right between his eyes.
    
    The way he stood there watching Ikana was near perfectly balanced between eerie and respectful, perhaps making his gaze even more unnerving, unintentionally of course. Tossing the blade into the air suddenly, he outstretched his arms and groaned, leaning back some, as the tip of his weapon spiked into the ground dangerously close to his left.

"You have impressive reflexes. I'd very much like to integrate that skill into my own repertoire. Help me."

[Miyamoto Ikana]

Blink. Blink. Impressive reflexes he said. "I gained prowess in that by reacting to difficult opponents in great danger. But you're one of the seven swordsmen." She figured that they were no stranger to conflicts or danger, potentially swordsmen challenging them for their position or otherwise. After all, it wasn't as if the swordsmen were an appointment for life. They were free to be challenged for their blade, the same as any. Though. That said. "I can train you, but I won't make it easy for you. And I don't work for free." She said it very nonchalantly. As if it were as clear as day. Even her cute little genin pupils, she charged in money or labor.

Assuming he said he was generally prepared to take on that labor and burden though? Ikana had little to no hesitation in showing off her prowess. She was masterful at ninjutsu, jutsu of all sorts and kinds. Taking the liberty to await his answer, she crossed her arms, her figure poised with grace. Though, it didn't look as if she'd smiled. Smiled in a long time. She was all business and gloom, and with the way her life's been, she frankly didn't enjoy in the luxuries and pleasures she had access to, despite having the means. Because she'd come to find being unhappy as her norm.

"If you're ready...I'll begin."

[masshiro]

"Your logic is sound for how you gained said reflexes, but I find I have trouble bringing out those more difficult opponents as of late."

    It might have sounded like he was bragging or boasting, but is was a simple fact. He was a swordsmen and no one would assume otherwise even without Uemori, but he was also a strong Genjutsu user, and he didn't bother to hold that fact back when he was in a real fight. Being pushed didn't happen often when a stronger opponent had little to no protection against Genjutsu, then Uemori finished the job quickly afterwards. 

"The combination of my Genjutsu and Uemori don't leave room for danger too often."

    Danger was of course relative, and he had more than a few bruises, breaks, and extra scars to add to the collection just in the past few months, but never did he feel he was in a situation that he couldn't swing out of. It didn't mean he felt his weaknesses any less, and perhaps that was the mentality he took watching others and being able to access himself as well these days. 

    He appreciated her words and her attitude, nodding to her in return, as he pulled loose his Obi belt and opened his coat. Pulling out two hand axes, he threw them both at the ground, one on either side of Uemori, then folded his coat as he removed it, laying it on the ground with more great care, and the belt on top of it.

"Come then, as if you intend to wound me."

    With his coat removed, the sleeves jacket under it showed his arms covered in scars from countless brutal fights. Picking up the two axes, he slid them into the holster he wore under his clothes, then lifted Uemori up with one arm, letting it slap onto his right shoulder as he turned, sliding his left foot forward, facing her with a sideways angle.

"Teach me."

    Reaching up with the handle of the weapon, he gripped onto it with his teeth, leaving the flat end resting on his shoulder, and brought his palms together, in an unorthodox looking stance.
    

[Miyamoto Ikana]

Genjutsu he said. Taking the liberty to look forward with a tilt of her head, she had to admit that this much was an interesting thought. A venture that she personally had never considered. "Then allow me to teach you...danger." She says, and with it, she performs rapidly a few handseals before holding the dog seal, and with it, she would feel her chest expand with a deep breath. Wind release had come as naturally to Ikana as it had manipulating water. How would he react to a jutsu that the normal eye couldn't see? "Futon: Shinkyugoku!" She declares, and with it, she begins to exhale, her lips quivering as she shoots several invisible balls of compressed wind.

There was bit a split moment where if he was to look at the tree along his side, a seeming hole would bore through the entire length of it's trunk, and the tree past it, before the rest came. It was time to see if the defensive power of the Uemori, and or his reflexes would help him survive. If he wanted to see a truly devastating opponent, then she'd give it all to him. Bullet after bullet was launched, and as he sought to evade, as her first breath ends, she takes another, weaving her handseals as she draws two Shuriken out from her side.

"Take this seriously...Or you'll die."

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NAME: Fūton: Shinkūgyoku [Wind Release: Vacuum Sphere]
RANK: B
CHAKRA USAGE: Medium
CLASSIFICATION: Ninjutsu
ELEMENT: Fūton
HANDSEALS: 6
DESCRIPTION:
The caster of this technique takes a deep breath, using the hand seals to knead Fūton chakras in their gut. At the formation of Dog, the chakra becomes highly compressed and tightly woven. Once they are expelled, they take the form of spheres the size of golf balls. These spheres have a very formidable piercing capacity, being able to pierce through objects better than bullets. Having incredible speed, these spheres are also released over an extensive range, making avoiding them nigh impossible.

[masshiro]

    The moment she said the word danger, his eyes changed, in a clearly obvious manner. His eyes were already an unnerving shade of red, but as his Jaakugan activated the red shifted to a more sinister shade and began to glow. 

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Activating the Jaakugan - chakra cost very low }{ Chakra Detection: Kenshutsu - Usage very low

    Neither his weapon nor his jutsu were his greatest weapon in any confrontation, but his piercing eyes. It was unlikely she knew what they did, or at least not fully, as unlike those from some of the more boastful doujutsu using clans such as the Uchiha or the Hyuga, the Yamaguchi were very guarded with their secrets. His eyes never leave hers, but he can see the chakra in her body starts to build up, and the grip on his weapon tightens in response. The handseals were of no importance in this moment, as his eyes allowed him to see things she likely would never have assumed. 

    The chakra was building, but more important it was shifting and shaping. Wind Style. Before she had even began to finish her hand seals he could read the element she was building. Ninjutsu. He could see it clearly as if her chakra was the equivalent to the words in his notebook, but there were pieces clearly missing, such as the jutsu itself, but it gave him enough knowledge.

    As she spoke he jumped backward, seeing her physically exhale, grabbing Uemori with both hands and turned the blade. Stepping forward he planted his left foot and swung at a diagonal angle upward, and against as the weapon came down, then up from the left side, then a hard horizontal swing. This continued, but each swing wasn't just a simple swing, as he was trying to cut into her wind, but not just with Uemori, but the energy surge visibly coming off of it. Each swing shot off a burst of energy about a foot and a half in front of Masshiro, with the same repeated three slash pattern until he had nullified the incoming wind spheres.

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NAME: Rasenunki [Spiral Passage of Clouds]
RANK: B
CHAKRA USAGE: Medium
CLASSIFICATION: Bukijutsu
ELEMENT: -
HANDSEALS: 0
DESCRIPTION:
A rush of weapon swings performed in a certain rhythm - the user starts with a diagonal swing from the bottom up, continuing with a horizontal swing at blitzing speed. The user repeats this rhythm 2 more times, a diagonal slash followed up by a horizontal or vertical slash, using high speed and irregular movements to cause bursts of weapon slashes to spread out max 0.5 meter from their weapon's initial trajectory. Each one of the extra slashes follow the same direction as the real trajectory of the user’s blade. Each slash is powerful and blindingly fast, but the true strength lies in the extra area covered by each swing that makes evading up close a nearly impossible matter.

[Miyamoto Ikana]

Ikana had seen the Yamaguchi eyes at work before, during the events of the Red Keep. To varying extents, they helped keep her alive. While she didn't know exactly how they worked or all the nuances, she knew at least that they were able to sense chakra, they had to be un order to view their signatures. His body responding in turn only continued to feed into that assumption of hers. Then? He acted. Lashing out with Uemori, the wooden blade that it was. Though what surprised her to such an extent but the actual chakra technique itself. Negating her vaccuum bullets was an impressive feat, and it was the first time she'd found someone able to counteract that attack.

Thus, she transitioned. Taking another deep breath as she proceeds to swing her head in an almost violent matter. Exhaling many blasts of wind that seem to form a gigantic X like shape. The swirling distortions of energy forming the most hideous and disgusting rippling pattern as it advances. As the assault ripples through the earth towards him, he'd need to move swiftly or come up with something awfully clever if he wanted to counteract this. She to some varying extent doubted that he'd be able to block and nullify an attack like this with brute force alone. For whilst she'd never used it in direct combat before, she'd trained in the far reaches, where none could follow easily.

"Futon: Shinku Renpa!"

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NAME: Fūton: Shinkū Renpa [Wind Release: Vacuum Serial Waves]
RANK: A
CHAKRA USAGE: High
CLASSIFICATION: Ninjutsu
ELEMENT: Fūton
HANDSEALS: 6
DESCRIPTION:
As they form the hand seals, the caster of this technique will take a deep breath, holding the air in their chest. They will then knead the Fūton chakras of their body into the air, multiplying it many times over. At the formation of the Dog hand seal, the chakras are tightly woven together. The Jutsu is then released as the caster exhales, directing the Fūton chakras with their head movements. Many, very sharp blades are then produced, combining to form a series of large "X" shapes. This attack is sharp enough and forceful enough to rip clean through a village's gates with momentum to spare. It is also large to match the size of most Kage residencies, known to be the largest buildings in the Shinobi world.

[masshiro]

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Chakra Detection: Kenshutsu - Usage very low

    This was already a fight more his speed, perhaps not in the literal sense, but certainly the metaphorical one. There was no stopping to make quips or make some speech about their attacks, just a spar. What it wasn't so far however was an obvious way to do what he had set out to do; improve his overall reflexes; at least that was his thought. In truth he was already learning this through a bit of muscle memory as of late, interacting with shinobi with such different styles willing to push him. All too often he had been praised and pandered to until his eyes rolled out of his skull, seeing some fight him too slow, too measured, too cautiously, coming to almost resent the fact his name carried any acknowledgement because of the Seven Swordsmen over being proud of it.

    One foot planted, the other sliding forward, then the back sliding to match it, repeating this as he slowly moved closer and closer. He now had to regain the distance he had put between them and then more after that, or he'd be spending the entire fight trying to figure out how to defend himself. The closer his got the more he focused in on her, and again he could see where the chakra was forming. Lifting Uemori once more he bit down on the handle and quickly began creating a single quick handseal, and right in front of him, from the condensation thick in the mist village air, formed a water clone. 

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Name:Mizu Bunshin no Jutsu - [Water Clone Technique]
Rank:C
CHAKRA USAGE: Low (per clone)
Type:Ninjutsu
Element:Suiton
HANDSEALS: 1

    As Ikana raised her hands and began crafting her handseals, the clone started to squat down, placing its hands over its head as Masshiro's eyes went a bit wider at the sheer amount of chakra she was gathering. One plan quickly turned into another as he rushed forward and jumped, the clone catching his feet, just barely, and continued to squat down as Masshiro did much the same. The clones hands were pushed back down to its own shoulders with Masshiro's weight onto them, and Uemori partially rested on his own shoulder, the handle still in his mouth, drooling starting to fall, his teeth bared. 

    Have the clone bend at the last second and use it as a springboard to launch right into her, or at least that was his initial though, but given the amount of chakra that kept pooling, that was almost certainly a terrible, moronic idea. The clones legs began to shake a bit as Masshiro regripped Uemori with both hands, seeing the chakra rushing up Ikana's throat and as she leaned back then started to snap her head forward he yelled out.

"Up! Now!"

    With all the force the clone could manage, it shot up like a spring, putting every inch of power its crafted body could muster. Alone, little would be accomplished the this action but looking momentarily stupid as he jumped a few feet then crash landed back onto his clone, turning it into a puddle. The moment he felt that surge of strength and a push, his strength and chakra went into motion, as he took a deep breath and in more of a last minute "oh crap" than a well crafted plan, shot himself straight into the air, a good fifteen meters, give or take a few meters for the his own height and the bit of power put into the initial throw. Unfortunately the clone was turned into a Masshiro shaped mist moments later, leaving Masshirio himself wondering just what he was going to do about the return trip.

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NAME: Kagetsume [Shadow Talon]
RANK: B
CHAKRA USAGE: Medium
CLASSIFICATION: Bukijutsu
ELEMENT: -
HANDSEALS: 0
DESCRIPTION:
The user lowers their body and gathers the strength in their legs to initiate a forward launch. They thrust the front of their weapon forward, dashing themselves up to 15 meters forward at high speed without stop or the ability to change trajectory. The high-speed thrust can jam their weapon right through a limb without it necessarily severing it off, but a precise thrust can also pierce a vital organ and cause fatal damage. Upon successfully piercing a target, however, the user's momentum allows them to launch themselves as well as the target up to 5 meters up in the air by pulling up the blade shoved into them. This maneuver can easily sever a limb or cause further internal damage to the target's body, but it can also leave them open in the air for a follow-up attack.

[Miyamoto Ikana]

At the end of the day, she saw him move swiftly to avoid her slashing wind current, which if they were in a more populated or densely packed area would have destroyed the ground and sliced through entire swathes of forest, and the strongest of defenses. Though he had likely found himself in a rather interesting predicament now. Suspended in midair, he was at her mercy, as she decides to test him in a more...different manner. For she takes forth but two Shuriken, and with it, she tosses them into the air as she claps her hands. With a poof of smoke, they become many times larger, turning into that of Fuma Shuriken. Before he'd reached his full height.

Upon his descent? She'd hurled both Fuma Shuriken towards him, whirring, and buzzing through the air at terrifying speeds, before she does handseals for a jutsu. One with no element, but likely one he'd never seen before. "Shuriken. Kage Bunshin no Jutsu!" Trapping him mid-air along his fall, two shuriken would turn into four. Four into eight. Eight into sixteen. Then too many to count, as the swathe of black death came raging towards him. In truth, a ninja with any prominent elemental defenses could ward off an attack like this. Though. Ikana knew the lethality was not just the projectiles. But the speed of which they were created. 

However, she pushed him in such a manner that the attacks that came his way were not only terrifying and highly lethal, but also fast. Just as he wanted. To push himself and to test his mettle in combat. When and if he was to land? Ikana slowly reaches into her pouch and takes out...a few black pills, of which he might recognize well. Military Ration Pills. Said that if a ninja consumed them, they could fight for three days and three nights before collapse as they gained a massive influx of chakra. Was he prepared to see how much farther she could realistically take this challenge? Or was he perhaps now fearful of what sick machinations she had in mind?

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NAME: Shuriken Kage Bunshin no Jutsu - [Shuriken Shadow Clone Technique]
RANK: A
CHAKRA USAGE: High
CLASSIFICATION: Bukijutsu
ELEMENT: N/a
REQUIREMENT: Projectile, Kage Bunshin no Jutsu
DESCRIPTION:
Upon throwing a projectile weapon, typically a shuriken or kunai, at the opponent, the user will form a set of seals. In moments, one blades becomes two, two becomes four, and in moments hundreds of weapons will be flying through the air. The sheer speed to which these created clones appear makes for an offense near impossible to avoid. Unlike the original Kage Bunshin technique, these created copies are all too real, as they are capable of being destroyed without necessarily dispersing when damaged. When combined with something like a fūma shuriken, this technique is capable of wiping out entire platoons.

NAME: Shuriken Henge no Jutsu [Shuriken Transformation Technique]
RANK: C
CHAKRA USAGE: Very Low
CLASSIFICATION: Ninjutsu
ELEMENT: -
HANDSEALS: 0
DESCRIPTION:
This technique is a surprise attack that is designed to maximize the killing potential of thrown projectiles. At a hand clap, the projectile is instantly enlarged, proportionate to its size. This causes, for example, a shuriken to reach the size of a fūma shuriken, or a kunai to reach the size of a short sword.

[masshiro]

    By the time he had reached his maximum velocity, then shortly afterwards his maximum height, he was already realizing that coming down would be more less pleasant than the trip upward. He had assumed the fall itself would be the issue, but wasn't ignorant to how wide open he was either, as his attention was still focused on Ikana. The large weapons hurled into the air were annoying enough, but he still had Uemori in his hands, and if it was that alone he was confident he could simply bat them away and deal with the landing, but he certainly wasn't expecting that it turned into a rain storm of weaponry heading in his direction.

    There wasn't time to simply fall gracefully and think up a plan, he had to act, and quickly, even more so than before. He was out of his element in this regard, which was unfortunately exactly what he had asked for. Putting the handle of Uemori between his teeth his threw his hands forward quickly creating three handseals, then regripped the weapon as he opened his mouth wide, almost unnaturally saw, as a thick black liquid poured from it, near non-stop in fact. It was sickening in consistency, but from it what looked to be a dark cloud formed below him as he was finally at the full apex of his climb and was now starting to fall. The cloud near instantly expanded and began to rain down the black liquid oil, which would have coated the weapons flying at him and continued to rain down in a massive area as the cloud continued expanding rapidly.

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Name:Kokuun no Jutsu - [Black Clouds Technique]
Rank:C
CHAKRA USAGE: Medium
Type:Ninjutsu
Element:Suiton
HANDSEALS: 3
Description:
Kokuun no Jutsu is a Ninjutsu used by the Rain Shinobi which utilizes the Water Element. After forming the necessary hand seals, a black mist will emit from their body and rise into the sky. Black clouds will form, releasing a flammable rain of oil onto their targets. It should be noted that this cloud will only cover roughly one city block.

    Knowing exactly what he was about to do, he gripped Uemori tightly and threw it towards the ground at an angle, just outside of where the oil was falling, then brought his hands back in front of him. One hand seal, turning into two, turning into four, and a deep breath as that same black oil pooled in his body, as he threw his upper body forward and braced himself. A spark looked to form in his open mouth as the oil spewed forward, creating a massive fireball. When it hit the air the already large ball would have ignited the falling oil, trailing all the way down and causing a massive explosion from the sky where he was down to the ground where the oil was falling and had fallen.

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Name: Katon: Endan [Fire Release: Fireball]
Rank: C
Chakra Usage: Low
Type: Ninjutsu
Element: Katon
HANDSEALS: 4
Description: After doing the necessary hand seals, the user molds a large amount of oil within their gut before spitting it out, simultaneously lighting it aflame with their charka. The result is a giant fireball, fueled by oil, which burns everything engulfed in it. Since it is both fire and oil mixed together, it is even difficult to be put out by water.

    The sky lit up as Masshiro was on the very edge of the upper part of the explosion and the pressure ended up throwing him upward at an arching angle, completely scorching off his upper clothing down to the mesh armor under, and his right pant leg. The intention was to change his own trajectory out of the way, but also cause a fireball large enough to blow away the weapons, if not send them back to their sender along with not only an explosion but essentially a raining fire. Not one of his more brilliant moves, but it was better than being a pin cushion.

[Miyamoto Ikana]

Ikana frankly looked upon him, and as she chewed on her pills, she felt her pupils dilate and her hair spike as she became enriched with chakra. Energy flooding through her system as he began to utilize his technique. Though...Ikana wasn't impressed. After all. She'd neve had a reference of which to admire true power. Not a mock or semblance of power, but a true and oppressive power. Ikana never realized this from her perspective, but in reality? She was a freak of nature in her own rights. She remained firm in place, weaving through her handseals with lightning fast efficiency as he worked through his techniques. The rain came down, and between them, it rested black as Kuronmeru blood.

Until the sky lit up in a brilliant flash of crimson and orange. The explosion rocking the air with an oil based fire that seemed to threaten to destroy the world. As he lands, and fire rains, he would fin that it was not over. Far from it. For suddenly, a great and terrible gust and pressure ripples through the air, carrying the falling flames in a wave like movement, pushing and fanning the destruction straight towards him, a great hole being made through the flame. Where walking through it, fire shining from her eyes and around her, was Ikana herself. The blaze around her making her look like a devil as she watches the raining napalm and flaming Shurikens fall around and before him.

"You're using quite a few jutsu to defend yourself. Though...Can you really say your instincts are being honed if you need the techniques?" She says, hearing the crackling flame as the oil is consumed gradually by the burning fire. "Do you still want to continue?" She asks, as she slides her hands along the underside of her arms, two more Shuriken coming forth, and as she raises them to be level with her face. "I'm not close to tired. And I haven't even used the worst of my techniques."

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NAME: Fūton: Atsugai [Wind Release: Pressure Damage]
RANK: B
CHAKRA USAGE: Medium
CLASSIFICATION: Ninjutsu
ELEMENT: Fūton
HANDSEALS: 4
DESCRIPTION:
A powerful wind technique which is released by the users mouth after hand-signs. A tornado-like mass is compressed until it has a very high density and is then released. The wind pressure is raised to its highest limit, and once the technique hits the target, the resulting blast sweeps everyone off their feet.

If the technique is used by someone who has mastered wind nature transformation, the blast can hit a vast range, inflicting massive damage on both the target and their surroundings.

[masshiro]

    As he landed, it wasn't the worst, the most painful, but most certainly not the most graceful. He was still a shinobi after all, and it wasn't as if he didn't know how to combat roll or land without hurting himself, but it didn't feel great all the same. His eyes looked around first for Uemori before anything else, seeing he had tossed it much further than he thought as it was still behind him a way, but out of the range of the fire thankfully, though not by much. When he turned back towards Ikana, his eyes narrowed as he reached at his sides and pulled out both of his hand axes, gripping them tightly and bending at the knees. 

    Each weapon began to glow bright red, the tighter he gripped the brighter they grew, until each was adding to the smoke filling the air. Finally with a grunting he brought them both up and swung in front of him once, then again, then finally a large cross swing, as a large arc of fire shot out in front of him, sparking and feeding the flame to grow higher with the oil still covering the grass. The wall of flame she had made a path through and sent towards Masshiro was turned away and fanned outward around him, leaving a burning heat around them, but not between them

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NAME: Kumo-Ryu Kaengiri - [Cloud-Style Flame Beheading]
RANK: C
CHAKRA USAGE: Medium
CLASSIFICATION: Bukijutsu
ELEMENT: Katon
The user imbues their blade with fire before slashing in the direction of the desired enemy, resulting in the creation of large arcs of intense flame that follow the trajectory of the previous swing. A skilled user is capable of surrounding their immediate area with a circular wall of flame, incinerating multiple targets even if they approach from numerous angles simultaneously.

"And you're making no effort to instruct or to teach. Throwing giant walls of wind, eating to regain your chakra for more jutsu, and now talking down to me..."

    Striking the axes together, he created a slight spark as he made a "tch" sound and slid them both into the holsters he had pulled them from.

    Turning away he jumped over the fire and walked over to where Uemori was buried in the ground, grabbed the handle, and yanked it upward with a heavy grunt, slinging it over his shoulder. Walking back towards her but around the fire, he watched her carefully, but his words weren't near as careful.

"If I were merely trying to win this fight I would have done it already. I am more than happy to oblige and stop holding back if that's what you'd prefer, though that certainly helps neither of us." 

    Shifting his eyes from one state to another, then back again, me made a point to allow his eyes to glow brightly, even more so than the fire reflected off of them naturally.
    

[Miyamoto Ikana]

"That's because there's nothing to teach. This intensity you're going through. The reactions to my movements. You're learning as it is. Premeditated movements. Slight observations. Instincts is developed through only one thing. Experience." That said, as she looked upon him, she didn't seem bothered whatsoever in his own gruff wording. It was true. She hadn't done much to instruct him at all, because this wasn't a jutsu theory lecture. It wasn't a game. It was a battle that simulated and pushed him to his upper limits. He felt apparently as if she was talking down to him.

He offered to stop holding back he said. To which Ikana raised a brow. Taking the liberty to observe his weapon in stride, she'd seen it in action. How heavy it was, and while she hadn't felt the force of its weight, or any of its special techniques, she knew that a blade like that wasn't going to be worthwhile unless he could close the distance and react to everything in a single striding motion. Speed. Power. Precision. A sense of intent. Taking the liberty to gaze at those glowing crimson eyes of his, she found herself figuring something out pretty quick. "You do rely pretty harshly on those eyes of yours. So much so, that I wonder...If its your instincts being honed. Or if they provide too much of a cushion to react swiftly and in the moment." She accuses.

Crossing her arms, she asks, "It lets you see my jutsu before I do them. And what kind? Don't they?"

[masshiro]

    As heavy as Uemori was, he didn't seem to wield it as if the weight bothered him. He didn't by any means throw it around as easily as he could swing the hand axes he momentarily used before, but it was clear he was quite comfortable with the weight, almost as if he used it to his advantage. She hadn't gotten to see much of that so far, though it was clear enough with the few techniques he used that the weight of it wasn't at all a hinderance. Like through, as she stated, experience and instinct. It was no longer a large piece of wood passed down from a teacher, but a weapon that was now his own, an extension of himself. 

    His thoughts had flooded his mind for a moment, before she spoke again, and finally he stopped no more than ten feet away from her, bouncing his weapon on his shoulder.

"I don't, or at least not as much as you might think, if you are referring to the Jaakugan that is."

    Throwing a thumb up to his eyes as he spoke.

"Helps me figure people out a bit faster. I'm obsessed, you could say, with learning about people. Truth be told, I rarely use them in combat like this, but again-"
    
    Dropping his weapon off his shoulder, he let it hit the ground, rolling his neck.

"- I'm holding back, or more appropriately said, I'm handicapping myself. Not easy to learn from someone incapable of moving, after all. However, from what I've seen, you lean heavily on that wind of yours, and secondly you like using your tools. So, I would guess you like using some weapons, but not a primary weapon."

    Pointing his thumb up a second time towards his eyes, more quickly and with more conviction this time.

"This is a tool of mine as well. I have many tools. If you're suggesting my clan's doujutsu is a crutch, then you are sorely mistaken."

    With his hand still raising to his face, he extended it towards her and raised a finger, wagging it towards her dismissively.

"I can't blame you for asking, but...I will just say, it does far more than what you are suggesting or assuming. So much more. You'll have to forgive me for not outright answering that question."