Lagi vs Tsuyoshi Yamanaka

Lagi stood with his arms crossed about his chest and with
little hesitation he let out a brief gust of air from his lungs. He revealed to
be a seemingly older male with light grey hair cut at the bottom, brown skin,
pale blue eyes, high cheekbones, lean build, and blackened earrings with small
red orbs attached to their ends. He possesses black, Kanji tattoos that run
across his back and along his arms. Lagi had been here for hours on end
meditating merely waiting for his next opponent his training session with his
new found student had come and passed. This soon brought a spout of boredom
about Lagi’s attitude as the bird began to pass by over head the sounds of
their blissful chirping almost calming with each passing moment. He soon began
practicing a series of kata to pass the time had someone been watching him in
his time of practice they would only find a series of violently demolished
sparring dummies. The remaining dummy he had been sparring with found itself
meeting a similar fate to the others as it had thrown a right jab. In the wake
of this Lagi had slipped beneath it strike only to wrap his hands around its
waist and deliver a violent suplex. This was soon followed by a series of
devastating blows to its joints leaving the sparring dummy in nothing but a
pile of scrap and with that finished hopefully Lagi’s next sparring partner
would find himself arriving amongst the third training grounds. In the moments
Lagi formed a fist and placed it at his side almost as if he was preparing to
do another kata. He was merely remaining patient taking the time to catch his
breath before he began.
Raibu: Tsuyoshi poured the last little bit of sake from a
bottle, into a glass that was sitting directly in front him. He picked up the
glass, swirling the clear liquid around inside before finally downing it. The
sensation was that of warmth as it traveled down his gullet, and then finally
sitting like a small campfire in his stomach. Tsuyoshi ran a hand through his
silver blonde hair and sighed. He had recently been slacking off with his
training, ever since his squad took on that mission that brought them to a
rather spooky house. The memories of what they had experienced within the
Genjutsu were still fresh in his mind. Tsuyoshi got up from his table, leaving
payment on the table for his drinks. Disembarking the bar, Tsuyoshi was met
with blinding light as he exited. He had lost track of how long he had been in
the bar, but it had to have been for at least a few hours. Once his eyes
adjusted to the sunlight, Tsuyoshi was met with the familiar, calm scene of the
Hidden Leaf. The sounds of people bartering in nearby shops, sharing laughs
with each other, as well as children playing in the distance. These were all
sounds Tsuyoshi was familiar with, sounds that usually instilled joy into his
heart, brought a smile to his face. Today was different. He was feeling rather
down. Tsuyoshi reached into his flak jacket, and pulled out an ebony wood
tobacco pipe. He then reached into one of the pockets located on his flak
jacket, and pulled out a bag that contained a brown bud like herb. Tsuyoshi
broke the herb down and sprinkled it into his pipe. He then reached into his
pocket, pulling out a single match. Leaning up against a wall, he struck the
match against the wall, and lit his pipe. He took one long draw, held his
breath and the exhaled. A thick plume of smoke exited his mouth and swirled
into the air, until it finally dissipated. Tsuyoshi was feeling rather
aggressive today, so he began making his way towards the training fields, in
search of a sparring partner. It would help him get back on track with his
training, as well as allow him to mark where his skills currently sat compared
to the other Shinobi in the village. Tsuyoshi soon came across one of the
training fields, which seemed to only have one Shinobi present. Tsuyoshi
recognized this man. He was the Jounin who had saved him and Garric during the
mudslide Catastrophe. “Tch..” Tsuyoshi calmly walked towards the man and
finally spoke when he was about 10 feet away. “Spar me.” Tsuyoshi took another
long draw of his pipe, immediately letting the smoke exit, rather than holding
it in. He then placed his thumb inside the pipe to snuff out the embers of the
burning herb. He placed the pipe back inside his flak jacket and crossed his
arms, awaiting his possible opponents response.
In those moments that he found himself speaking to Lagi in
such a rude manner it was surely over for him. This had truly struck a nerve
and with that his hand had burst into a flurry of electricity. Lagi’s moment of
irritation indeed led to him unleashing something of a greater hatred. He soon
enveloped his legs in a brief burst of lightning chakra mode to propel himself
the small amount of distance in mere seconds it was as if he hadn’t even moved.
To those fewing a dojutsu such as sharingan they would find lagi’s fist had
snapped forth and released a technique known as scissors in a much more boiled
down state. The technique wasn’t meant to kill him but the sheer impact at that
range would surge his body with enough electricity to cause his heart to seize
briefly which in turn would lead to him passing out. Had he been incapable of
dodging at such a close range he would find himself being struck at his center
mass and sent hurtling from the training area in seconds. Lagi wasn’t here to
play with impudent children he was here to train those who were worthy like the
members of his squad.
Raibu: Tsuyoshi snapped his head forward, being taken by the
sudden aggressive advancement. His opponents speed was amazing, and Tsuyoshi
had an extremely small window to act. “Tch..” Before Tsuyoshi could even think
of anything, he felt a seizing pain in the center of his body, and soon had the
sensation of him floating. Less than a second later, Tsuyoshi was hurtling through
the air, and his entire body felt locked, like it was seizing up. Tsuyoshi then
blacked out for a few seconds, but then came back to as his body made a painful
contact with a tree that was several yards away. Tsuyoshi flopped to the ground
and just layed there. His entire body felt like it had just been crushed by a
steamroller, and he could feel blood rushing down his arm. Tsuyoshi wasn’t
going to lose this early, and not this easily. He mustered as much strength as
he could and painfully climbed to his feet. He began hobbling towards his
opponent, slightly limping. “Is.. that all you can do..?” As Tsuyoshi talked,
his voice came out raspy, as a result of the lightning imbued attack. Tsuyoshi
then held up both hands in front of him, linking his index fingers and thumbs
together on both hands, and aimed towards Lagi. Attempting to use the Yamanaka
Hiden of Mind Body Switch. If successful, Tsuyoshi would find himself inside
the target's body, but if he missed, his body would be vulnerable until his
consciousness made it back to his own body.
The moment his opponents body had left the ground it was as
if lagi had followed suit not long after. The force and moment his body was
carrying caused Lagi to merely match his flight speed. In those brief moments
Lagi formed his hand into an open palm and struck the young man into the earth
with enough force to cause a small dent to form. The momentum his body was
already carrying backed the palm strike he had used and with that it would sure
cause opponents body to bounce from the earth several inches. If this was
proven to be successful lagi would finish his opponent with a devastating axe
kick to center of his back. If these two movements were to happen in succession
lagi would merely take his leave and vanish from the training grounds only to
have one of the villages medical team come retrieve the boy.