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The gravelly hum rung in his throat as he peered over the river that babbled, foamy waters to split along a myriad of toppled and staggered stones that had been weathered and all but polished smooth by nature. How long had it been since the Jounin last left those familiar lands of his lightning country? He felt far from home, though it did not matter -- there were densely planted forests and boulders to find along here and he'd return to striking at both, having taken to a diversion on his course here to remain ever vigilant. It was important to remain committed: to a promise, to a task, to your partner and it was equally important to put things aside to honor that commitment, in the way deserved: his training deserved the rough touch his calloused and veritably scarred hands, day in and day out. The climate was far milder--and so too were the ninja--than the tundra he had been born in; the sun seemed brighter and the air had a warmth about it that his frame, bare in some areas by virtue of his tan gi--though it remained to be answered if it were always that color or if simply unwashed--that had been torn at the sleeves, exposing arms as round as barrels threatening to burst.
Despite his disinterest in politics, as he held to the conspired belief that there was a base evil to their nature, he had known of the fall which occurred in this country at the beginning of a generation just before his. It was those same politics that had brought him here, for better or for worse, as the Raikage briefed them of the worldly news, surly the same things that had brought shinobi of numerous paths before his eyes that teetered more on the edge of green than they had blue. Many had been young. Far younger and, despite knowing little or nothing of Seiichi Koji, it only seemed natural that they steer clear of a stone-faced giant as he continued upon the natural path that had led him here, so far, bridged at the borders of both countries. There was still a ways for him to go, but his current pace was taken with purpose as it was decided that he'd travel at a distance from the contingent of kumo genin and chuunin that were summoned by this call of arms, just as he had been. If only to monitor their interactions and see how they handled themselves on what was to be some of their first expeditions from beyond their borders.
From his hip he'd draw a gourd that had first spent the day filled to the brim with a dark, sweet and spicy beverage with a notable stink of alcohol. Even with its higher than average alcohol content, it'd take more than a gourd alone for the goliath to be clouded by a buzz. Seiichi had allowed himself this distraction by the shallow water, drinking as a moment was spared to mull over what was to come. By his own devices he surmised that a lack of action would be reacted to with threat, the missive was easily read with a seedy tone. What, in all of this, had truly been the greatest threat?
Last Edit: Sept 7, 2021 3:29:20 GMT by Seiichi Koji
[attr="class","APP3"]The breath that was forced between his clenched teeth misted, doing so at every strike he'd unfurl forth. It was a noxious sound, the cringing rip of something tearing filled the silent space with a cacophony of noise as frost was unsettled from branches and fell to the decayed dearth beneath his bare, calloused feet with a heavy thud. CRACK! Then another. CRACK! And another one. In the distance, as the snapping of fibers roared through the air and went on endlessly in the open air, it all sound akin to the crash of thunder as it tore the air asunder with its hellish heat and whipped the earth with its deadly, ruining kiss. Married to the noise was the tearing of the dense tree fibers as they slumped over and crashed on the earth below, the avian life disturbed and roused to caw their protest as the shinobi returned to his training, unrelenting.
There had been many a word of the mountain man, of a humongous shinobi seldom found in the village 'lest the Raikage summoned him or a squad had been assigned to him. A venerable Goliath, Seiichi had begun his career with the same path-clearing punches he practices to this day, years invested in honing his strikes. Many could not keep up with him, but what one could witness from him was an unrelenting determination. With the same hunger and focus, even those in disciplines unrelated to his own could emerge stronger from there time spent with Seiichi.
There were also stories about him, frightening and mostly untrue tales. Not the ones about fighting bears and wearing their pelts, though. A man had to eat. Also dress himself, after all. Following your ears was all it took to find him, for it could be said he'd spend the day taking out trees or carving into a mountain. His hands, hideously scarred and heavily calloused, struck endlessly like mallet as he chipped away at nature, every little bit broken off of it making him stronger.
Last Edit: Sept 20, 2021 5:04:40 GMT by Seiichi Koji
Among the inner circle of Taijutsu practioners in Kumogakure, it was always joked that Seiichi had birthed himself: a stubby fist first practicing the same punch he'd practice to this day induced him, providing for a delivery that unfortunately took his mother. In reality, he was born screaming as any babe would as they forged forward beyond the trauma of a complicated birth. The hard nature of his father was only jaded further, advanced as if enveloped in a chamber of time and suddenly released with no chance of rounding the edges. He was an explosive and furious man and young Seiichi was forged beneath that ire, the heat of his anger and hatred to toughen the boy as he grew into a young man. Taijutsu -- it was his peace but also his torture, but Seiichi found within it his path. It wasn't that he was incapable of using chakra, quite the contrary of course, but he was no talent in unlocking its mysterious. This was made up for the clear talent he possessed in Taijutsu, a talent that was only further germinated and propagated by the constant pushing of his father; it was said that the sound of thunder cracking in the Land of Lightning was only another tree that fell beneath the bloody knuckles of a young Seiichi as he'd practice the same punch until exhaustion swept him from beneath his feet and forced him to take the little rest he or his father would allow him. Once he could rouse himself from the duress of his unconsciousness was to inevitably cause him, he was back at it again but only fueled further until that second wind was siphoned from beneath his breasts. Seiichi would do this for years to come, the young shinobi seemed driven by an undetermined will that made any who came upon him question his state of mind as he was often unmoved by the presence of others, even downright ignoring them as first bark would split beneath his fist and soon would stone.
It was a wonder that he learned to read and write, but he did attend the academy and he did graduate. As he aged and took on the dutiful role of village shinobi, Seiichi would appear more among other ninja. His appearance, though, seemed unruly as it was soon clear that there was very little he did besides train himself further and participate in what his squad captain required. Those that worked with Seiichi noted he was a young man of few words, and that he also looked little like a young man and more like a fully grown man. Among his peers, Seiichi grew to be utterly massive. If it weren't for his already dense muscles and even denser joints which were tortured but realized under the attrition of his relentless and unforgiving training, the sheer size he'd grow to be only led to the frightful visage he'd develop. His final recorded height reached 215 cm and, unless one braved approaching him further with the intention to measure him once more, it's uncertain if he's grown even more; if it weren't for how frightful he looked, it didn't help that he often smelled of metal and sweat nor that it would take him many years to learn how to properly skin a pelt from a bear and tan it to the point where the smell of a death and its decay didn't linger any longer.
He can still be found training in the mountains and the woods. If you still your breath and cup your ear one only need listen to that crack of lightning or the splintering of earth as he pounds his fists with determination along the tree-line or at the base of a mountain, making a tunnel on his very own from one end to the other-- it is only that, for this reason, he is also known as 'Sugokatta'. As dutiful as he his to his training, as consistent as he'd been with it all of his life, he's also a dutiful shinobi and only gives it his very all to whatever cause he commits himself to-- akin to the manner he delivers his fist, true and unwavering. He's no spectacle to witness and there is no fluff or exaggeration to his movements, but one will be hard pressed to find a better example of discipline; he takes well to hard workers and, as in his time as a jounin, has come to realize that it's an engrained trait in them all, even if someone can come off as undetermined or lazy.
Proficiencies
Taijutsu [Veteran]
↳ Budō War path. Martial way. A lifestyle devoted to the philosophy of realization, heralded by the "path" and "way" taken. Through rigorous conditioning are mental and physical forms evolved, and the fruits of those labors are used to blossom the spirit of others. Disregarding his own personal use of his strength, Seiichi is far gentler than his frightening form expresses. Seiichi is a rare talent in his generation, those that don't consider Seiichi among the finest in striking simply don't know of Seiichi. His striking form is unique, as each blow he delivers seems perfect to manuscript. Though, what does one expect of a man whose practiced the same punch until exhaustion, only to recover in his sleep and then do it again? From the intensity and precision of his blows, owed to 'using the right technique at the right time', his hands, feet, elbows and knees are unimaginably durable allowing him to deal blows with crippling effects. He is accustomed to disabling with counterstrikes, offense being his most capable defense. In the times that blows do land, they'll be met with an incredible durable and dense form, the body beneath his head a fortress. His focus is nigh unshakable and his resolve are absolute. He does not pull his punches and intends every outcome when he strikes; to the more arrogant, Seiichi's way of combat is detrimental.
↳ Resuringu Wrestling and ground combat are nature to a man like Seiichi. The ninja also specializes in this manner of combat using his overwhelming strength and ridiculously powerful joints to force a foe into submission. With an ursine-like grip, enemies or sparring partners alike will find escaping him a monolithic task as his hold only become tighter in response to the fight he receives, threatening to teeter any onto the edge of their moral coil. There is an overwhelming combinations of aerial moves, holds, strikes, throws and pins to behold. At the end of the day, however, who said a headlock couldn't be lethal?
Tsume (Bukijutsu) [Veteran] Literally "claws", they're a hand-held weapon Seiichi has been known to use in the past. Sharp and deadly, a swiping blow is enough to cleave the head off the neck while ripping through the rest of the face accordingly. When in use, Seiichi adopts a much faster form of fighting that incorporates a series of long-range attacks made possible by his physical prowess alone. He's quick as he slices and dices, shredding an opponent down to eat them up whole. They're an unconventional weapon and an alarming counter for bladed users as he's even capable of catching and snapping swords while striking with his free hand.
Stealth [Journeyman] Like all Shinobi, Seiichi is versed in stealth. Through the understanding found in his training, the shinobi is capable of finding a level of placidity which allows him to slow down even his heart rate to make his presence less detectable, as wall as shallowing his breathing. Admittingly, to conceal himself is not his preferred approach to situations, but understands that necessity of it due to the more tenured role he holds among the roster of his village ninja. Having spent many years in the woods, he's learned what it takes to keep himself at a distance and observe beasts that typically find themselves at the top of the food chain -- before he inevitably takes them down to have a meal and fashion them into his clothing.
The Eight Gates [Rookie] "I fight therefore I am." With an unshakable belief in his insuperable technique and strength, Seiichi Koji has unlocked the Tenketsu of Opening, terminating any inhibition that had been remaining. With insurmountable dedication, a far greater array of jarring combinations and techniques have become available to him as he forges forward.
