Misaho & Tatsumi Shinto (Training)

[CelestialBlack]

Location: Kazumasa Shrine (Konoshima Island)
Time: Early Morning, 9:00 AM
Weather: Sunny, dry - soon to be overcast; Temperature 82 Degrees

Rules: The standard T1 applies. This is a non-cannon Training session unless otherwise agreed upon between the parties at hand.
This is a closed session, only the two participants may post less otherwise discussed.
The Training will proceed until the Teacher concludes the lesson or other circumstances arises OOC in which both parties agree.

Post Order: Misaho > Tatsumi > Repeat

Kazumasa Shrine. Located off the northern shoreline of Kagetsuchi and home to the most prominent contributor to Kagetsuchi's fishing economy. The Temple is located just on the shoreline, as the island is home to the Shinto division of Naraka's religious culture. It is known that on the island - there are six shrines and each of them have their hosting temple named for one of the legendary six warriors of legend that defended Naraka in its toughest time...under the toughest circumstance. Kazumasa was known to be a man of bountiful hospitality, and generosity that he wished to share with the world. And as such, his shrine was made the first - standing tall above the temple grounds looking directly unto the shoreline where visitors can be greeted by his smiling gaze immediately upon arrival, just as he would have it were he alive to this day. The temple is surrounded by a beautiful mountain range that shields the northern wall in a crescent, and beautiful waterfalls that pour down into the reflection pools of the main courtyard which welcomes all with spacious and bountiful prayer grounds. Crimson red leaves blow in the wind from the trees that sit high on the cliffsides of the overlooking mountains, and upon arriving here one is always greeted by a plentiful sound of flowing water and the monks sweeping the grounds along their daily tasks.​

 

[Jello]

"Born to blossom, bloom to perish"-不幸の放浪者

Oh, what a beautiful day it was! The sky had no cloud in sight, only blues to be seen. As the mountains were heating up by the sun that shined ever so brightly up high in the sky. Today was a sunny and dry day and it was still early in the mornings with still a lot of heat brought by the current temperature. Even the maple leaves danced from the tree towards the grounds. However, that wasn’t the only thing that touched the ground. In a long-distance of the Islands shrine, one could hear the sound of footsteps approaching closer to the shrine building. These footsteps belonged to no one other than a figure that was still new to Naraka. That figure was a young lady named Misaho, team 3’s newest member. Now, what was it that brought her to this shrine? She seemed to be on her own as there was no one walking near her. The truth was that she was invited to come here, once she came she would meet someone who would be able to test her limits and strengths.

Yes, Misaho was brought here for training. Although by taking in the scenery of this place she almost thought it would be bad for her to fight in a place like this. The shrine seemed sacred with lots of stories and histories on its walls and grounds. Obviously, because she knew she knew little of the history this place held, but the foundations seemed ancient. As she wandered the place she couldn’t help but wonder who was expecting her, who would be there at the shrine nearby the shorelines? She didn’t expect anyone she’d met before, as she recalled the only people she’s met so far. They all had their own stuff to account too, this had to be someone she had yet to know. All she’s known is that she was given this invitation as it was dropped by the room she usually stayed in while she lived in Naraka. She had finally approached the stairs to go up the shrines and these stairs were well, exhausting to walk on… Which is crazy since she was used to long walks and climbs even. There was honestly something different about the stairs of a shrine. As she walked up these stairs she could slightly notice the change in her heartbeat, this wasn’t from fear but from excitement and slight anxiety. She was excited to find out who this invitation was from and who would train her but also quite nervous to meet another stranger.

The social life was really something she’d have to get used to, even though she had been in Naraka for a few days. When Misaho finally reached the top of the stairs she made her way towards the shrine, however, there was no one in sight yet.”I am too early aren’t I?” She softly mumbled to herself, which was a habit she developed over the years. A habit most people probably picked up on while there’s still a stereotypical projection to think someone’s insane one would have for another. She had no one else’s company but her own for the moment and so she had no choice but to wait for someone to show up. While she was waiting she decided to make herself comfortable and take a seat on the ground, her eyes scanned the area just in case she missed something and someone was around after all but also to catch someone heading over in her direction. Her sitting on her knees would seem as if she’d let her guard down, so she needed to be very alert. “Well… I hope they don’t take too long…” she muttered again quite impatiently, perhaps she shouldn’t of hurried her journey to the Kazumasa Shrine.

 

[CelestialBlack]

The sound of crashing waves was prevalent in the air as she arrived at the shrine there on the shoreline. There was life all around the island - with the exception of the shrine itself. It was typical for the monks here to go about the island and tend to the needs of as many people as possible during these hours - no matter how trivial the assistance may have seemed. Some of these monks were caregivers, psychologists, social workers, pet-sitters, it didnt matter for it was their religious way to make sure that they humble themselves before those in need of help, because to need help and ask for it then so too should those with the ability to answer. As the woman started to question whether or not she was too early - there would call a voice from aside the foot of the Kazumasa statue: "Ho there! No such thing - thank you for coming!" And from the source of this youthful energetic sounding voice would be the image of three people. One of which was the man speaking - a man of navy blue hair and lighter then such robes. He looked to be in very casual medical attire and his hair was wrapped in a yellow bandana with a damp towel hung around his shoulders. He was removing surgical gloves from his hands and seemed to be floating, rather than walking across the ground. Wind nature chakra levitating the man keeping him gracefully afloat as he closed in accompanied by a man of approximately the same age by appearance and a much more elderly looking woman. He finished his comments to them as he seemed to be being thankfully and happily accosted by the two: "Seriously, there is no need to thank me at all. I always try to make as much time as possible should anyone from the mainland wish to have a child born on the island. It is my utmost pleasure and grace to accommodate you as much as possible - thank you for the privledge of delivering the child. Now please...you're here thanking me. Go be with your family. When the darling baby girl opens her eyes it should be only right you are there to look back into them."
"As for you Mrs.Tsuyoi. It's fine, really. Its no trouble to me at all. I'm just glad I was able to see your son before the Demon-Drug withdrawals did something more to his body. The treatment I administered should help, but only if you make sure he sticks to it daily. Remember, two pills in the morning, and two at night. Make sure he's eating. I do not wish to impose, but I know you are a woman on your own. I will send one of my medical specialists to board with you for the duration. Your son is stubborn, and I will not be suffered to have a wizened young lady such as yourself stand alone to see him through his recovery period. They will meet you at the forest gate, and accompany you back home. Keep me updated on his recovery if there are any problems."
With that being said, he saw off the man and the older woman - whom left with a wide smile and blush on her face as to the gracious manner in which Tatsumi engaged her, making sure to not even so much as refer to her as older or an elder whence he light heartedly referred to her as a young woman. The two left with their spirits lifted and hearts lightened and as they did such Tatsumi casted off the surgical gloves, which seemed to be blown off on a very specific wind that carried the gloves to a nearby waste-bin aside the entrance to one of the buildings. The man set his hands behind his back with his eyes set upon Misaho with a wide smile, extremely friendly if you saw from a distance you would think they were old academy buddies reunited. As he floated over to her he stopped a healthy seven feet apart and let himself gently plant his feet upon the ground. With a friendly chuckle and bow of his upper body to the woman he would introduce himself: "As I'm sure you've been told, my name is Tatsumi Shinto. The High Priest of the Sanzou Monk order and Master of the grounds here. Thank you so much for coming Misaho, our good friend Jubei let me know that there was a new light among us here in Naraka and he heavily implored that I be the one to see through your training and arm you for the journey ahead. Of course even without his recommendation I would have been more happy to have you regardless but, who am I to deny a legend. *he chuckled* And to boot he tells me that you were brought into the fold personally by The Tengu himself, ha - quite impressive if I must say so myself. But its to my understanding that though you may be shinobi trained, the vocation of a militant shinobi is not under your initial claim to the world. Interesting. Well - in spite of that. We can carry this out the traditional way that any of the family here in Naraka would typically, and so I must recite the classic request: Show me what you can do. Attack me as if your very life depended on it. With everything that you are - try to kill me. I will be fine. Oh, and also if you dont mind. Tell me about yourself and your aspirations. Or - if thats a bit too much too soon. I can tell you about me and maybe you would feel more comfortable? I'am quite the open book."
The man said with a smile upon his face as he stepped backwards a bit with his arms wide open. He was showing her open body language except in this moment such a thing had a double meaning from what it did usually. Typically - when someone showed open body language, hand motions and demeanor that openly displayed the chest, neck, and inner extremities (otherwise: Vitals of the body) it was a show that they were confident, comfortable, and saw the subject in front of them as not a threat. However in this moment it was to show Misaho that he was being openly honest, nothing up his sleeve and that she could trust him and the genuine nature of the things he said. Allowing her to see that he was ready not just for the engagement but to be attacked - giving her the floor to do her best without worry of retaliation and the restriction of thinking about a following defense in case the initial offense did not work. He would step back an additional two feet from his initial seven and then become stationary awaiting what she had to offer​

 

[Jello]

"Born to blossom, bloom to perish"-不幸の放浪者

As she sat there and waited for a few moments it didn’t take long before she could hear the voices of other individuals nearby. It was as if her impatience was immediately eased because it happened right after she wondered if she arrived early. No, she was right on time. Her eyes followed the noise and she spotted three people, one amongst them in medical attire and navy blue hair who spoke to the other two. It seemed to be a medic who closed things up with his patients. However, what caught Misaho off guard the most was that he was floating above the ground. Seeming like he was flying, it was a sight she hadn’t expected to see and more importantly thought that it was impossible to achieve.’That man is a specialist in wind release huh.’ She silently admired the technique he pulled off wishing to be able to pull off something like that although she was partly jealous of it too. The young kunoichi was almost too occupied with focusing on his levitation that she almost missed him waving his patiënts off. And so within that moment she immediately stood up from her sitting position and dusted off her pants who were slightly dirted because of the floor.

Her gaze didn’t leave the medic who remind behind once the two patients had happily left. Her head slightly tilted as she managed to catch on to how he cast off the gloves without having to pull onto the gloves to remove them, witnessing the wind that came along with the casted blowing removal. Those same gloves appeared to be flying toward the wind, which only confirmed that this man in front of her knew to control the wind as if it was his own body. Similar to how she was able to only Misaho didn’t possess the advanced control he had. She was highly impressed by it, finding herself comparing it to the other people in her life that knew wind techniques but none compared to this. Even as he offered her the friendliest smile and gracefully floated toward her she couldn’t help but admire his unique technique but also felt intimidated and envious by it. Even with the way, he introduced himself the man gave off a warm and inviting vibe, which could be expected as he was a medic so any empathy and kindness would be in his nature. But not every medic was like this, there was something about him that already gave off that he was unique to Misaho. She couldn’t really explain it, but she didn’t have any sense of mistrust for him. “Thank you for having me.” She then returned him a soft smile after showing her gratitude for being here.”Um, I don’t mind hearing about you first… I must tell I haven’t really been the most open person due to lack of socialization so… I think I’ll feel less uncomfortable after that” With that she awkwardly chuckled because she kind of felt embarrassing to admit that and even that felt kind of difficult for her.

She even found herself being nervous at the mention of her attacking first. Misaho wasn’t an aggressor nonetheless, one could say she’s more of a runner after all. But she was here to change her ways and grow from her past. She wanted to develop her skills for the better and stronger. With that being said she knew that this was the moment to do the first step. This journey was for her to show what she’s made of. While it appeared that Misaho hadn’t made a single move or inched a single muscle, one would find the wind around them to become uneasy. From the subtle change of it things quickly spiraled into a storm, a storm that would appear to become bigger in length but surrounding them it would minimize in size. And this had only occurred in a matter of a few seconds, one could barely catch what was going on within a few blinks. Soon the unsettling and stormy wind would only surround Tatsumi had he not found a way to avoid the closing in of the storm. If he were to get stuck in this tornado of wind he would start to realize there were sharp objects flying along with him inside all of the chaotic spirals. Within a moment or two he would find himself being sliced upon his body as a whole, the cuts he would receive wouldn’t be deep enough to land a fatal wound. But it surely wouldn’t be relatable to the pain of a paper cut. This very pain would be enough to restrict a majority of movements as this would only increase the pain level.

 

[CelestialBlack]

She had opted that he should give her a bit of background on himself. He had no problem with that - not to say that it was something that he took a particular pleasure in doing, but more so that Tatsumi was the type of man that would be accommodating in whatever fashion that he could be. A lot of the thing that people did not know about Tatsumi was the fact that when he came up as a Sanzou monk - he'd first started in clan Sakurai for training purposes and then once he was ready set back to his own clan - that of the Sanzou. During that time he bettered himself along side Izanagi whom been learning the ways of the Sanzou himself, and the two had personality that was almost as different as night and day. Izanagi more often then not was a silver tongued man - he knew everything about the ins and outs of the human psyche and he knew well how to play that to his favor; an apex predator that knew just how to make his prey as docile and unsuspecting as possible before the pounce. Tatsumi on the other hand was different. He knew the ins and outs of social and psychological structuring - but he felt that it was impure and deceitful to use that against people. Instead - where he could do so in order to gain an advantage, he instead used it to understand a person's position and where they were coming from so that he could help them to feel more comfortable and avoid things that would otherwise distance someone from a social exchange. By offering background on himself - it was precisely that in which he was doing...a powerful man, that held no regrets about welcoming potential disadvantage and suffrage to himself by allowing himself to be so vulnerable; for he was a man that not only was confident in his abilities to fight his way out of it - but had come to terms with the philosophy that all things in life will suffer to some degree...it was an opportunity of misfortune that also helped make things just as beautiful.
Tatsumi would clap his hands together before his chest then spread them wide as he approached. This was not simply by demeanor alone or simple friendly mannerism - no, this too was a psychological que. A clap, to attract cognitive attention to that part of the body - followed by wide open body language as he spread his arms wide like a hug. Subconsciously - this kind of motion portrayed comfort and was a good way to soften the limbic system's defense against someone whether it physical or social. Exposure of the inner extremities, center mass where the heart, lungs, most of the vital organs and critically fragmental bones was a sign of comfort and sincerity - where as most people on defense or aggressive tend to fold their arms, or otherwise pivot and turn their body when talking so to subconsciously shield their chest area away from a stressor. "Ha no problem - hey if you want to you dont have to tell me a bit about yourself. I'm here to be at your service not the other way around so hey, don't feel obligated haha and by all means stop me if I bore you. Well, for starters: Where we stand before you is one of the several religious shrines here on the island - this one dedicated to a dear friend that I once knew by the name of Kazumasa Sakurai. He was a good man, and I watched him die right before my face. Not too shortly after I witnessed a grand total of seven hundred fifty-Eight people I cared very dearly for die right behind him. And ever since that day -" - He stopped. His foot coming to an utter halt right there on the floor of the grounds with his arms still wide as his eyes became more alert. His words...sincere....dark....and ever painfully true. Perhaps not something that would be expected to have been told right from the jump by a man that was so gentle and accommodating - but that was the thing about Tatsumi, although this was his nature it was not the history that he came from. And despite that horrendous history he still somehow managed to remain that same delicate and warm hearted person...what he was doing here was not a ploy to get in her head with a shocking story. It was an act of metaphorically putting a gun in her hands. That memory for him was a hollow point bullet and were it ever fired at him it would pass through his heart...slow....insidiously grueling. But it was something that he would do for anyone in this moment, a trust...he always took risks like these with people he intended to have a bond with; and that was how he felt about all of those that had ended up here in Naraka under Izanagi's charge. The man got down to the bread of things - he knew the typical banter about "Im this many years old, served in these places, have a PhD and conquered this many lands." was all old hat for people and it was the kind of uniform banter that made introductions boring...it wasn't relevant information, it was just copy paste curated information. No, what Tatsumi meant to do for his friends?....He gave them a piece of his very soul when he told these things.
When the woman's chakra started to spike and the winds started to pick up - that was when he had stopped. Though the moment that he did so the smile did not waiver from his face, and his eyes looked about observing it. It was like he could see the very currents of the wind and the chakra upon it -his eyes seeming to give off a low blue twinkle in a way as he inhaled deep, like stepping outside and catching a whiff of the rain-water on the winds...he sampled a fragment of her soul simply in this motion itself and it spoke to him - a smile spreading across his face as the winds closed in and he spoke: "Haha - ah yes. I'am Tatsumi Shinto and I have witnessed many friends and children of friends die before me. However. . . I do not intend to see such, ever again. I will not. This? This is your story isn't it? A gentle wind...twisted and sent reeling - twisted into a storm...carrying with you - no, within you all of the debris and shrapnel of the life those who hurt you fragmented into the breeze ages ago to come to bear against them once again.

Heh

A tapestry of pain and fear.
Weaved with vivid colors. Yours and theirs alike.

Yes, weave yourself a masterpiece. A tapestry...from the threads of the noose they fashioned for you.



As he said these words he pushed his hands outwards towards the walls of the enclosing tornado. It was like watching a mime in it's box, his hands pushing and then bouncing back only to go out again - as if sizing up the velocity of the winds around him. There was bursts short but definitely there coming from the enclosing wind as it were...sound distorting, something moving against it as if breaking through small barriers against the wall of wind. He was manipulating wind in his own way - however with his it did not seem as prevailent...it was almost so low in magnitude at first that it was a mystery if it was really even him or not, subtle as a shadow. His wind was pressing against it in short pushes keeping the eye of the storm she'd created wide and with ample space for him. He smiled - impressed or entertained by the attempt as he held one arm up pointing directly above him and shut his eyes...he didnt need to see - only to feel what was going on around him. One leg going out, and the opposite hand following with slow fluid movement he was as if a ballerina. If one knew no better they would say that the way he closed his eyes and went into this almost water like dance of his he was pretending to be. Hand and leg out he would begin to turn and spin with the flow of the winds she had cast toward him and in doing so he would spin - as teal chakra started to spread from him into the wind and his body became a spinning top. He spun with its flow and path and as he did he started to raise that opposite hand till it had aligned with the one he held up to the sky. As he did this it would be like he hijacked the winds thats he had attacked with; using his chakra and his own wind manipulation to weave his winds into hers and not stop the path and velocity - but redirect it. The higher up it went the more the eye of the storm closed and closed and closed till finally it was above him - the precipice of the tornado now high in elevation above him to the point that none of the wind nor shrapnel would hit himself, her or anyone else; his raised arm having acted as a lightning rod to direct this so that once it was up he would push out with that opposite hand and the tornado now condensed into a pipeline burst would shoot off into the sky on a powerful wind...curving in an odd teal hue off into the sky and down towards the waters at the shoreline where the shrapnel can be cast off without littering the grounds or hitting anyone else...he'd hope the fish would be okay. Once this was done he would set his arm across his waistline and snicker...not at deflecting the attack but how inspired a simple technique had made him...he sensed the woman had quite a story to tell and as much as he wanted to know...she'd informed him that she was uncomfortable - and he would not pry nor give any inclination of intent to. His eyes refocused on her and he stood upright and normal again with hands at his side. Digging into his breast pocket he removed a decorative chopstick holster, within he would relinquish a pair of ruby chopsticks adorned with an embroidery of a golden dragon on each...they were very fancy. With that he would toss them to her - one in each of his hands as he smiled:
"Quite good. But one of the things that will help you in using your wind technique is hm...how do I say? Fight less...and express yourself more. You controlled the wind and thats good, but the wind is the band - you've still got to conduct it to produce the music you feel in the moment. Take these. By focusing your chakra to them, you can influence your wind in more imaginative ways. These are just being used for example of course - you can do it with anything, the more versatile the better. The end goal - is that you do what Im trying to show you with the chopsticks, with your body. It can be hard to feel anything in battle besides a need to survive, or at times a need to kill. But I have a hunch - that once you learn to do that you will see a great improvement in how you control the wind. No, in how you let the wind speak through you - let it tell your story. Like so."

As he said this he held out his right arm, making sure that it was up towards the air - stiff and his hand in a flat knifehand form. This was him symbolizing the chopstick. In that moment he would focus the wind to it - it was subtle but apparent by the way the dust on the ground under his arm's position swirled. He pulled his arm back in towards his chest and turned, shooting it up towards the sky and as he did that the wind swirled around his arm, and shot off into the air like a bullet making a high pitch sound as if a whistle was blown. His attempt at illustrating what he wished her to try with the chopstick be it towards him or in general.
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[Jello]

"Born to blossom, bloom to perish"-不幸の放浪者

The woman had first listened to the man's story before she had activated her attack. And she felt impressed by his history. But she also could feel the slight empathy for the losses he had faced, it wasn’t easy to see someone go especially when their very last moments were with you. She could imagine how one could feel the guilt inside them of not being able to do anything to save them but what could one do against it? When it’s time for them to go it’s the time to let go, no matter if you’re ready for it or not. Death wasn’t something you could control. After all, everyone has a turn to go at one point in life. This was the cycle of life. Usually when one would hear something that could be an intense moment for someone at the first meeting someone wouldn’t really be able to handle it. They would start becoming uneasy and start walking on eggshells to be careful so they wouldn’t appear insensitive. Misaho well, she remained silent as she respected the openness he had with her to be able to tell this. She still had the trouble of actually trusting people with her story. In a way, some parts of his story were relatable to her own story and he too knew that. She figured that most of the people here had been through traumatic experiences in life and that’s what brought them here. His story seemed to give Misaho enough courage to try and open up by telling her own story.

“No, I Uh-- I actually want to tell my story.” A silent pause for a few minutes.”I am Misaho of the endangered Soyokaze Clan…My life is indeed much like the change of winds, from most parts things seemed like a slow and slight breeze. Things however weren’t like they seemed and that breeze turned into a storm real quick.” She then looked up at the sky for a few seconds, she wore a gentle smile on her face despite the heavy story she shared.”My mother was a victim of my father she was abused and eventually killed in front of my eyes when she tried to escape. Later on, I managed to escape my father and lived my life on the run, a constant storm. Eventually the running and majority of his attempts at trying to either retrieve me or kill me I managed to get here to Naraka. For now, it seemed like the storm is calming down slowly. But his possible presence is haunting me with every breath I take.” She then looked back at Tatsumi as her smile faded and she sighed slightly. It was a bittersweet feeling she had, sharing her story with someone else on the other hand she was afraid of any shock would feel for her and the pity that followed after, she didn’t want or needed their pity. They who usually had better lives and wished for Misaho’s to be like theirs was a backhanded thing to hope for in her eyes. She didn’t want to be reminded of how messed up things were when she knew herself how messed up it was and how life wasn’t easy for her. Misaho knew a lot of people had suffered for most parts of their life, although she wished it wasn’t a normal thing it still happened. Right now she didn’t wanna feel anything for her past aside from the rage she held for her father. She believed she could truly give her past a place if she settled things with the main source of her problems, her father. But the other side of her made her feel relieved because she knew that Tatsumi and many others in Naraka had similar stories and so there wouldn’t be any pity for her.

“I guess I could say I came here to find myself and grow stronger.”

With her efforts and courage, she had hoped to be successful. One thing she disliked about fighting was that it made it obvious it was an expressure for those who were doers and not thinkers. Misaho was constantly consumed by her own thoughts, so much she couldn’t ease them in battles. She would constantly think of what to do next rather than just doing or initiating an attack. This moment wouldn’t be like anything out of her ordinary. She didn’t really know what to do next, which was dangerous if this were to be a matter of life and death would she be able to snap out of her worries? Would she be able to finally fight for herself rather than run away? Was she in the wrong for running away? With all the wonders and racing thoughts, Tatsumi’s answer seemed to ease her down a little bit. ‘Fight less and express more. She watched how he was able to attract the wind to his flat hand rather than a sway or subtle move to summon it towards him. Eventually, it spiraled around his arm and he was able to shoot it up into the air like a bullet. She too raised her hand as she tried to focus enough on gathering the wind from the air to her hand, from subtle spirals it would turn into a smaller ball of wind that would grow larger and larger within a few moments. She then stepped her body to the side as she leaned in forwards on one leg as her body lowered and the other leg was laid behind her. Then her hand was brought down in front of her along with her other hand to support her hand, with open palms she’d release the large ball of wind and direct it towards Tatsumi in a strong gale that would travel towards him in bullet speed. Would it connect he would be blown away multiple feet from her, but the main objective for this attack was mostly to understand what he meant and to see if she could do it as well.

 

[CelestialBlack]

In the moment that the woman told him her story he would be looking upon her with his utmost focus. You could tell by the intensity of his stare that he was giving her all of his absolute attention in this moment - and not in the way that most people did when they listened to a story like this just to listen for the time to give the right reactions, but he was personifying himself there in her shoes dealing with the situation that she had at hand; at least in the format by which she presented it to him. He would nod silently between the details and here and there his eyebrow quirked, only to sharpen again as he tuned in even more so and framed his lips with the upper end of his pointer finger as he cupped his chin. When she was done - he remained looking at her focus for a moment even after that, and finally he released his chin and opened his mouth to genuinely repeat the echo in his mind: "Endangered. Such a burden, and in light of that it is even still your own which does not bind you together...but wishes to do you part. I see. I bless you not with lighter burden, but support for the broadened shoulders you will develop in order to carry it so. Heh, I know you've got it in you. To do what's right."

Whether she knew it or not, those words may very well rest and resonate with her for the duration of the issue that she was dealing with between her and her father, the treatment and injustice done to her mother, and the peril that it puts their clan in. "Do the right thing." so specific for a bystander to a situation that otherwise would seem that the issue of "the right thing" would be very evident. But perhaps there was reason that the man was more then just a doctor...he was one of the highest honored priests in all of Naraka as well after all, and perhaps his saying this was his way of not only saving her the typical patronizing people would give someone going through such a thing, but also leaving a shard of wisdom with her that will not only help to serve her in exacting her ambitions towards her goal...but preserving the person that she was in her pursuit of them. Right after, he observed her form in the way that she started to initiate the technique. It was good form and her motions were fluid. He knew that the resulting attack would be directed at him and with this in mind he did not bother to move. The best way for the chef to test the dish was to try it themselves after all. As she struck forward he nodded his head approving of her formation and foundation when she launched the wind bullet forward - and the resulting impact would cause him to pull Vajra from his robe and hold it forward horizontally as one would hold a blade sideways. In doing so he would create an almost invisible barrier that would form a wedge, meeting the bullet horizontally in the middle causing enough of a separation on the force of the wind that it would cut it in half upon the barrier - but still the impact and force would slide him backwards. The man hopped lightly off his feet and instead of skidding back roughly he would seem to float backwards like a piece of paper pushed by a blowing fan. Smile upon his lips and wide excited eyes he pointed upwards as if he found inspiration: "Very good. Ha - I have just the thing for you that could become instrumental for you. Yes. It would seem that trouble - has found you, in a moment that all you wanted to do was get away with it. And as such - so I shall teach you a technique that will turn trouble brought your way - into a weapon against the trouble itself. We refer to this technique - as Divine Impact." As he said this he would begin to hold the chopsticks in his hand pointing downwards - as one would when holding a kitchen knife in stabbing position. His free hand would open - and within it would start to generate a swirling orb of wind chakra till finally what was composed in his hand was a rasengan. A smirk upon his lips at seeing the technique - something he had not used in quite sometime he would flutter around to stand next to the woman, but a good couple of feet aside from her so she was free from the potential blast. As he did this he would begin explaining to her the structure of the technique. Focusing the wind chakra within him to the downward chopsticks and using it as a generator around him to weave a wind barrier around his body like a cocoon. When he started to do this he would throw the rasengan up a bit towards the air but still forward. The orb curved as if it was being manipulated upon the winds (because of course, it was) and it was apparent that soon, it was due back in a collision course with Tatsumi. While it made its arc around, Tatsumi would focus the wind around him into a strong, hardened barrier of wind - elegant and refined in the fact that it was so powerful and yet sharp, focused. The moment that the rasengan would come back, it would crash upon the barrier and in doing so it would grind there against it seeming to fight against the quickly traveling speeds of the winds in the barrier. After a moment, it would seem the impact against the barrier only made it more violent and in doing so Tatsumi would swing the arm that held the chopsticks in opposite direction of the spiraling winds and in doing so - add the force of the rasengan to the force of the winds, and strike back with double the impact that the original barrier would have if it was used as an attack at first. The results was a gigantic sonic boom of wind that would blow the flowing parts of both their hair and clothing back and upwards as the rasengan was dispersed and the wind was cast off and away. Tatsumi smiled in satisfaction and looked to her: "Its a technique thats meant to bait in those that are too overzealous. You dont have to charge up so much chakra into it - but, the more the better I always say. Though if you need to quickly you always can for a quick shield and counter. But be warned - consecutive use can be quite tasking, and the stronger the attack - the more you will need to charge it to match. Otherwise you could risk blocking an attack thats just going to pierce through and hit you anyway. What do ya think? Want to give it a try?​