[attr="class","APP3"]If it weren't on account of an order shaped by the very lips of the 'Shadow of Thunder', Seiichi may have never found himself in these foreign lands to begin with. It wasn't unlike the shinobi to seclude himself from the open cage of society and her stalwart walls, instead opting to set the another day aside for practice. What could a man of Seiichi's proportions be possibly practicing in the woods, the massive shinobi already seemed to be pushing two and a quarter meters if one could approximate his overwhelming height -- had he been out there, consuming the wildlife?
Simple, really:
He conditioned his form, as he was doing now. The sound of flesh crashing into a sandbag could be heard beyond the dojo's sliding doors, signaling at least one other had been in the dojo come this unusual hour into the evening. Closer inspection would find a man who had remained after all the rest, tirelessly practicing techniques that clearly strained even his impressive statuesque; sweat beaded his flesh, drenched his gi, and had puddled on the floor around him as he stood stalwart and unyielding. Another strike could be heard as the sandbag swung back into him, and naturally another as his execution of form was dauntless in the face of what exhaustion was to come on. What drove a man to such lengths?
Simply, really:
He was conditioning, still. Despite not utilizing his full strength with every blow, 'lest he risk draining his funds during his mandated excursion to Otogakure, his entire concentration was put forth as he was meticulous with the finest details of his blow. He focused on his breathing, drawing vigor in timed and powerful breaths while each strike was tightened just as impact occurred. It was a strengthening of his joints, really, exposing them to the grueling task of consistency as the blown-back sandbag always returned to him after every tight-fisted blow. It was difficult to determine how long he had been here and, even if he were probed for an answer, the Kumo Jounin was bound to fall short of anything reasonable in response. He was mixed along the training dummies and sand bags and the claws that he carried with him, typically on a hook woven into his belt, was laid against the wall as to not interfere.
And that sound continued. It was a rending sound, a brutish one, that sounded as if skin exploded on each impact.
There was no telling how long this would continue, were he left undisturbed. In the things that Seiichi fell short in, it was no doubt that he could overcome those shortcomings with such an impossible indominable will.
Last Edit: Sept 14, 2021 11:33:11 GMT by Seiichi Koji
Such strength, such brute force, all in a single form. . . Noriyuki hadn't seen such dominance in his life. The man beast's muscles were intimidating but it had the Uchiha wondering if the old saying was true about the big one's falling hard. "If you ask me those muscles make him slow. I bet I could bring that giant down just by dancing around him." he bragged to a group of shinobi who stared at the spectacle in awe.
They too had come to train but just stood aside and let the hulking creature take up all the dance floor. Pitiful. This caused The Uchiha to frown at the foreigner making himself king of his ring. Who did this guy think he is? "Oh yeah? Go over there and prove it!" one of the shinobi told him. "I said I bet." Noriyuki answered, holding out his palm. He wasn't doing this for the money. He just wanted the big mouthed shinobi to pay for the show he was going to make him watch. "I wanna see this."'the ninja said, flicking a gold piece onto Noriyuki's palm.
With that Noriyuki, charged forward without a shred of fear as he went to poke the bear with a stick. "Hey buddy playtime's over. It's time for the king to enjoy the court." he sure looked even bigger up close, but Noriyuki wasn't impressed, his dark eyes, looking the man over coldly. "Beat it."
[attr="class","APP3"]Seiichi found himself with no distraction or obstruction for a grand span of time. In his solitude, the man was allowed to further refine his fa jin. Each strike, monitored in breath and release, was a faultless repetition of the last as he engrained the motions. In all his time, the sand bag that he struck at never failed to returned to him, as if it were on a string attached to the large shinobi. It was a war of attrition the he waged in, attempting to make the conscious movements unconscious ones with the time he committed to it.
Then he was prodded on the shoulder, approached as some wild animal.
The jounin had paused, his arms returning to slide slowly to his sides. If it weren't for the interruption, there was no telling how long Seiichi would go on; in fact, at this point, he was a man covered in beading sweat, with a pool of it around his feet as it the mat lazily absorbed it. The stick could not bend him, his frame did not give to the peculiar sensation-- it was difficult to discern whether he'd poke a man or a wall. A deep breath could be heard and he filled with air. His massive shoulders rose and, for a moment, it seemed as if he'd widened in mass and grown in height as his upper back rolled back and then forward, a cacophony of cracks filled the air. Then he turned around:
死
Shi
His form exhumed an energy that could only be described a malicious miasma, its careless contempt only perpetuated by the jaded haze that lifelessly fogged his eyes as Seiichi peered down to the smaller man with an undiscernible visage of stone. In fact--far more forebodingly--it seemed that even the lifeless lenses attached to his pelt glowed with some inhuman rage. Surely this wasn't the case, though, as it could have been disregarded as the overheard fixture of light glinting off of them. Time seized operation in that stare down, the weight of his glower so intense that that any who shuttered a breath were bound to feel it rot in their chest in anticipation for the man's next move.
". . ."
He simply nodded as he exhaled, in total understanding. Despite the man's crass approach on the matter, Seiichi knew well that he was only borrowing this space in the calm of what was bound to be a vicious storm.
Then he moved. . . but just a space down. It was an insulting act, one that spat in the face of the other man. Without asking, it was difficult to discern whether or not he'd done it maliciously.
And, as it were in protest, he prepared to practice on the dummy he now faced. The calloused pads of his feet could be heard dragging on the mat as as his frame shifted, sliding into stance. Then, with a single strike, he committed himself to hours of dauntless focus unless he were disturbed once more.
Noriyuki was in disbelief. He expected some kind of retaliation or retort from the large beast of a man but he expressed calmness as he did what was told of him. Despite his strength, he never made a single move to assert his dominance over him. The man wasn't making the bet easy for him at this rate. By provoking him, he thought that would be a sure way to send the bull on a charge.
He found that those with big muscles were quick to anger, but this one didn't fall into Noriyuki's stereotypes or trap. "Hey, when I said beat it I meant fight me." Noriyuki said, following after his big back as he changed location. There was no fear in The Uchiha as he chased the bear down with a stick. It didn't occur to him that he may have been picking a fight with the wrong person. That hardly ever mattered to Noriyuki when he wanted to do battle.
To him any opponent, big or small was one he'd go head-on with. The bigger and stronger they were, the better because it only meant he'd be pushed for a win. Besides, the old saying went that the bigger they were, the harder they hit the ground. If he made this behemoth topple, he'd not only be richer but would have the bragging rights to truly be called 'King of the Training Floor' "I'll make a much better training partner than that practice dummy." he said, folding his arms. For one he could fight back.
Secondly, as precise and hard as the man's striking was, Noriyuki would be harder to hit versus an inanimate object. "Don't tell me you're scared." he'd be shocked and disappointed if such a monstrous looking man was afraid of someone smaller than him. He didn't boast much in terms of strength and power but he was agile and quick, an edge he'd have to be clinical in taking advantage of seeing as he was outweighed pound-for-pound.
[attr="class","APP3"]He continued to hear that voice. A nagging voice. It was one that felt it necessary to speak to him, despite having no purchase upon a reason to infringe on the man's own personal time. It chased him down, leaving him with no peace.
Finally, at some point after being served a word-soup, Seiichi would turn around. "It appears that you're young, boy. And arrogant. And foolish. and weak." He announced, his loud voice to carry through as it was natural for him to sound so stentorian, regardless the place or context in his speech; should his friends witness him being pulverized or the uchiha making a smart choice and backing down, he would never be allowed to live in peace. "There is no mother who loses her son or sister who loses her brother when I strike a dummy," he had begun to explain, going somewhere with this. "Dummy as you may be, there are others at risk of losing more on your fall." They were confident and life-sized words, ones spoken without hesitation as he insulted--no, belittled this heckling stranger. Despite their own confidence, their pride or their own harnessed power, Seiichi--just in his current state--existed at a ledge that was insuperable to most men. For all his god given talent, this stranger could never hope to surpass it with big talk alone.
Had he truly thought it wise to engage Seiichi Koji for practice? Had the man's mind somehow conjured a scene of some mythological battle between a man and a giant, the mortal man felling the monster? This was no battle of David and Goliath. Should he choose to fight Seiichi, it would only appear as if a lamb embraced the slaughter. He stood there for a measure of time, any silence to befall was allowed as he reevaluated the man and their expressed mettle.
"Fine, so long as your friends will find you treatment I'll make time to humor you in the dohyo."
He finally spoke, after some consideration. He'd walk to the opposite end of the arena, taking his stance if the Uchiha had followed him. It was a centered stance, lower to the earth as he rocked on a very centered mass of gravity. It was in these fights that Seiichi excelled at. Martial bouts without the addition of ninja arts were a realm he was peerless in. This young man would soon understand the meaning of his words.
"Show me what you got." He goaded him, calling his bluff if he was too cautious to advance.
Noriyuki couldn't believe what was coming out of the other man's mouth. What trash talk! Then again he was only being the pot calling the kettle black seeing as he was just as big on the talk game. From a frown, Noriyuki broke into a smirk, liking the energy he was getting from the mountain. "Fancy with the wordplay, looks like there's a little brain underneath all that brawn." he shot back "The only one who's gonna eat the dirt here is you." Noriyuki would crack this mountain and reduce him to pebbles. He didn't care how much power was behind that frame, he'd tire it down and bleed him out.
He'd aim for small, precise cuts with his ninjato, all of which could add up to debilitating blood loss. With the man's large surface area this approach might be best in bringing this giant down. "I can care less about how young, and arrogant I am you old, fat mass of flesh. I'm going to leave you kissing death today." Noriyuki wouldn't kill him but he'd bring him close to death's door.
When the squared up on the floor, Noriyuki drew his twin blades and stanced up, more on his toes than rooted to the ground like that big oak. He dissected him with eyes in preparation for what he'd do with the swords. The Sharingan wouldn't come in to play just yet.
He was adopting a more counter attacking style where he would use his dojutsu with timing whenever the man attacked. The man wanted him to attack first and although it was against his fight plan he charged forward with momentum to knee slide past the giant's feet and attempt to slash his ankles with a light cut. Noriyuki made sure not to inflict a gash that was too deep, he wanted to drag this one out after all. . .
