Naked Tits and Bloodied Kicks.

The chūnin let out an exhilarated ’whoop’ as he flew through the trees; his form seemingly boneless as it somersaulted from each landing to the next. His feet were light as they made contact with the bark, vaulting him forward; pushing the man to his limits because he refused to be held down by such trivialities. Limitations were mental blocks to be decimated – destroyed. Impossibility was nothing but an excuse to not excel and although Tosatsu was fuckin’ lazy, he refused to be categorized as inept.

Making the leap from the final tree, the shinobi found himself sailing through the open air. It was breath-taking; this freedom they had to disregard gravity and make their own rules. Here, Tosatsu was king; capable of fracturing mountains with his fists and flying through the air like a fuckin’ majestic-ass bird. It was almost too tempting to flutter his arms like a wannabe pigeon, but instead, the man closed his eyes to bask in the warm rays of the sun before slowly plummeting back to earth, and in return, reality.

Hitting the ground hard, the panther rolled with the momentum, getting to his feet easily once he recovered. Feigning to the right, he barely escaped a rushing kunai that whizzed past his head. Cackling as he watched several strands of white flutter away behind him, the chūnin barely had a moment to gather himself before he was once again hitting the deck. The abrupt motion knocked the breath out of him when his chest made contact with the dirt, but he wheezed in another, rolling to the left like a dog in the mud. Inwardly groaning at the inevitable laundry that he was going to have to do, the chūnin only spared his previously stark white coat a few seconds of commiseration. Getting back to his feet, he withdrew a single kunai of his own. It simply wouldn’t do for him to be defenseless under this particular assault.

Hauling ass, Tosatsu continued to run; his feet slapping against the open ground before him. He had long since left the comforting cover of the trees for the deep stretch of flat plains that followed. The hunters were still on his tail, rapidly eating up the ground between them while not showing any signs of slowing down. He was honestly beginning to think they were trying to chase him out of Lightning Country! What a drag. Basking momentarily in his own self-pity, the chūnin forced himself to focus. His ears twitched at the sound of incoming metal; the whistling a tell-tale sound that something was spinning towards him quickly. Predicting it to be a shuriken coming from the left, the shinobi slowed his pace to counteract the speed of the weapon. As its presence become notable, he let out an annoyed huff as he realized that it wasn’t flying straight, but instead was curving at an alarming rate. If it were any other time where he wasn’t the target, the panther was pretty sure he’d be impressed by such technique and skill as shuriken weren’t an easy tool to use well, but right now, it was seriously becoming a pain in his ass – and not because he nearly just took it there.

Bringing his kunai up in a defensive position, he spun slightly to the left; his left foot sliding along the dirt as he turned his lean body. Flicking his wrist sideways and to the right, he deftly caught the incoming shuriken by the hollowed out center. With his free hand, he dipped it into a pouch and withdrew an explosive note, sticking it to the kunai as a thank-you present. Continuing with the turning motion, he utilized the momentum the spinning created to efficiently chuck it back in the direction he assumed it had come from. Having thrown it blind, the chūnin figured the best results he’d get would be to scare his opponent into the open, but not wanting to put all is eggs in one basket, the man continued to move. Flipping backwards on his hands and feet, he faced the forest in which he had recently exited, his stance ready as he waited for the figures to emerge.

Tosatsu was tired of running.

His apparent blind throw must have hit its mark; a slim figure having darted out of the trees like a bat out of hell. She, too, rolled as she escaped the safety of the foliage, getting back to her feet easily and with another pointy object in her hand once again. Tosatsu felt it was safe to assume that this one had been his primary enemy whilst they had been fighting at a distance. Figuring it was polite to wave – either that or just him being a jackass – the panther attached a sly grin to his face as he did so, “Well, hello, Miss. Fancy seein’ you out in these parts.”

“Can it, you perv!”

Blinking slowly, his face morphing into one of pure innocence, the man portrayed a confused patron, “I don’t understand. I was so sure that was the male entrance into the onsen.”

Emitting a hiss that would put the wet cat she was resembling to shame, the woman relieved her anger by stepping closer and throwing a particularly large wind shuriken at him, the arch causing the metal to shimmer beneath the sun’s rays, “You asshole. That’s the second time that’s happened while I’ve been there!”

A mischievous grin spilled forth onto his lips, causing Tosatsu to laugh boisterously as he pocketed his knife to free up both of his hands. Flipping backwards in a perfect execution of a back handed aerial, the panther’s lithe body bent dexterously. Landing lightly, he pirouetted to the right as the massive blade blew by him, the wind billowing his open jacket and already disastrous hair. The adrenaline pumping through his veins, the chūnin smiled widely as the shuriken’s trajectory suddenly altered, bringing the weapon once again back at him. Not bothering with a feigning maneuver, considering that from what he now could see, there was metal wire attached to the lug of a weapon, Tosa slipped to the floor and rolled. The blade missed him by inches, his eyes crossing as he watched it skim over his face, but he was up and at ‘em before long.

“I can’t help it, Meiko-chan. You’re just utterly delicious to the eyes. I simply need to sate my cravings.”

Winking at the woman lewdly, Tosatsu let out an undignified yelp as he felt a hand grip onto his foot from beneath him. For a moment everything seemed to slow; the earth slowly fracturing under his weight like ice, fissuring as his form sunk down slightly before suddenly everything snapped back into motion. Releasing the hidden knife from within his free boot, the shinobi slammed downwards hard, his foot colliding with a giving material before abruptly disappearing. Relishing the freedom of both his legs, he didn’t waste a moment jumping away and landing a few meters out. Blood splattered the earth where his attack had hit, and Tosatsu could only spare a single breath calculating his next move before he know what he had to do.

“You fuckin’ asshole! Was that necessary?”

A bloody, waving arm was flailing through the air like a message of war. It probably wasn’t the smartest idea injuring a fellow Kumogakure nin.

Knowing what was going to happen next, Tosa put on his proverbial big boy pants and ran.

Really fucking fast.

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[b]Name:[/b] [Tier II] Enhanced Evasiveness
[b]Rank:[/b] B
[b]Type:[/b] Physical
[b]Prerequisites:[/b] Character must have the “Improved Evasiveness” Special Characteristic.
[b]Training:[/b] A 1200 word training post is required to gain this special characteristic.
[b]Restrictions:[/b] The Character must have either Taijutsu, Weaponry, or Medical as one of their specialties.
[b]Description:[/b] Compounding upon the gains of the 'Improved Evasiveness' Special Characteristic, a possessor of this SC has progressed to an adept level of mastery over their own body, not only through their own flexibility, but also of their surroundings and standing, thus they have become more proficient in regards to evasive maneuvers and general agile movements. At this stage a Shinobi has become notably more flexible than their peers which in turn allows them to contort and bend their bodies in ways that make them quite difficult to hit within combat.