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masshiro
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groupMist Shinobi
age 25 years old
birthday 16th of December
rank S. Jounin
occupation Operations Team
He could feel the change in her chakra, not the shape of it so much as the strength of it, especially this close up. If she was looking at his face at all she would have immediately noticed the change in his eyes, as they turned blood red and began to glow.
Activated Jaakugan His eyes were a natural blood-stained color, but they most certainly weren't naturally glowing, so the difference was impossible to miss. Her muscles tightened, and the bandages on her hands audibly stretched causing him to stop in his tracks, immediately shifting defensively. Shifting his palms, up the hilt of the weapon he pushed his leg into the ground and leaned in, and instead of trying to brace for the hit or even defend himself at all, he shifted his arms upward. He knew well enough by now the weight of his weapon and just how far to swing it. His intended attack was usually meant for a wider swing, but it was also meant to be quick. Given the swing arc, her shoulder would stop the momentum, which would have been painful in itself no doubt.
NAME: Kumo-Ryu Mikazukigiri - [Cloud-Style Three days' Moon Beheading] RANK: C CHAKRA USAGE: Low CLASSIFICATION: Bukijutsu ELEMENT: N/a 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.
Masshiro wielded a brutal blade as well as Genjutsu, but what he wasn't was a boxer, and not near as durable as he would have liked to think, but he rarely did something without weighing the pros and cons of doing it, such as choosing to take a strike to the jaw. He knew that it would daze him for a moment, and he knew the reflex of his brain and his muscles meant that unless he was knocked out, he'd clamp down on his weapons handle much like being electrocuted. If she had chosen to keep striking over avoiding his attack, what would have come next was the sharp teeth hitting her skin and the follow up kick would have no doubt finally pushed him off balance enough to create some distance, meaning some of her skin would have gone with him and his weapon. It wouldn't have been near deep enough to break off one of the teeth, not that he would have wished that upon her in a spar, but a lucky outcome at best given the weapon. Assuming it did in fact draw blood, the unfortunate fact would be, given Uemori's anti-coagulant properties, that bleeding would become near impossible to stop.
It took a moment for his mind to catch up to the kicks, as well as the pain of the most recent one as he nearly stumbled backwards and fell, and had he not had Uemori he would have been on his ass, his cheeks the same color as his eyes. As it stood, it was only a moment of reflex or accident that caught his momentum with the blade planted into the ground as he flailed trying to regain his balance.
He likely got the worst of the exchange all the same even in the best of circumstances, but he wanted to try and show that if she tried to attack in such a way he was more than willing to deal a blow that could cause its own issues. It was unlikely she saw it that way, but he had a better understanding of what she might do now. For as much as he wanted to play it off and act tough, one eye was closed as he stood back up straight, grabbing at his ribs to check they weren't broken as soon as the fight started. Definitely couldn't pull that move again or she would be the one ripping pieces out of him instead of the other way around. The first punch had clearly cut his cheek with his teeth earlier, as his wide smile was now adding to the crimson theme, lifting his weapon back up, but not repeating the same action as earlier, standing his ground and watching.
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