hirana kizumi
death before dishonor.
groupCloud Shinobi
age 38 years old
birthday october 13
rank jounin
occupation raikage
A HEART'S A HEAVY BURDEN It had taken her a while to catch onto the idea that most people were uncomfortable when they realized that she had read their files, and had a halfway decent retention of their files’ contents: she was no genius, nor was her memory especially good, but certain things got rooted in her brain and simply refused to leave. The random assortment of skills and talents of the more prominent names of her forces were some of those things, for good or ill.
Kizumi laughed. "Hey, ‘stick ‘em with the pointy end’ is a good first step,” she said encouragingly. "Everyone starts somewhere, yeah?”
To her eye, Risi seemed more of a performer than a combatant: he twirled the scythe like an especially sharp baton. Kizumi’s clone matched his movements deftly, keeping its own combat flow casual and comfortable as it attacked without making any solid or painful hits on Risi and blocked and parried just deftly enough to avoid being dispelled. Kizumi herself circles the field, watching the pair intently, her eyebrows raising as Risi angled the head of the scythe in an odd way that did not lend itself to either offense or defense.
Her clone, she realized after a moment, was then not as sure-footed as it had been before, bleary-eyed and struggling now to aim effectively despite nothing obviously obstructing its vision.
"Ooh, very clever,” Kizumi praised. "Genjutsu, right?” There were a number of bukijutsu techniques that blinded your foes, but usually they were much more obvious than the subtle movement that Risi had deployed. "M’kay, here’s some tips.”
She came up behind the genin and gently—cautiously, pausing each time before she touched him as if to gauge consent and comfort—adjusted his footstance, his grip on the shaft of the scythe, the positioning of blade and how he had it angled.
"It’s still a polearm at the end of the day,” she said as she gently knocked her foot against his to widen his stance, "which means your main benefit is control of distance. Tai fighters and kenjutsu babies are gonna struggle to close distance so long as you have control over your space. If someone does close distance you have the benefit of a hooked blade—pulling back is just as dangerous as thrusting forward, yeah?” Still blinking blearily, her clone demonstrated a swipe, followed by a backstep—pulling an invisible target towards her with the sharp curve of the scythe’s blade. "If you’re using it as a visual trigger for genjutsu, you need to have full control over the blade at all times. Lose your blade, you lose your trigger, you lose your advantage.”
The clone attempted to kai itself out of the genjutsu but could not, to its own frustration, and it gestured vaguely at Kizumi as if to say: a little help, please?, but Kizumi just shook her head.
"Suck it up, buttercup,” she said brightly. "It’s good practice for me, yanno? Here, Risi-chan, try this.” She lifted her own scythe up, spinning it rapidly between her hands until it was a whirling windmill of a shield at her front. "This will help with shaft control and understanding where your blade is in relation to the rest of you. My clone’s gonna try to hit you with some kunai—try using the technique to defend. Her aim’s gonna be shit until she figures out how to adjust, so don’t worry about it too much.”
Kizumi’s clone, sighing in resignation, pulled six blunted kunai out of a hip pouch and stood at the ready, waiting for Risi’s indication that he was prepared before attempting to throw them at him in a slow, steady pace.
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