[attr="class","bolo-body] "It's not on," he drawled, almost lazily. "I check it everytime we leave because you always forget to." [break][break] The Hyūga deviated from the road to Kisaeng House. He slipped into the convenience store without much fuss. The clerk behind the counter was not a shinobi. Just another unimportant civie, Tsukiya supposed. Well technically, so was his room mate, but that wasn't entirely accurate. The Hyūga gave her a nod of acknowledgement as he made his way to grab a bottle of cold tea from the long wall of refrigerators. [break][break] "Guess it's five o'clock somewhere." [break][break] While he often complained about Nichi's constant abuse of sake, Tsukiya wasn't really all too serious about it. Vices were just another aspect of their lives, just like food and sleep were. The younger of the two vajrakīlaya members grabbed a can of sake and tossed it behind him, knowing exactly where his partner would be. [break][break] It took a few minutes to purchase everything they needed, but once Tsukiya had his newest refill of bubblegum and cigarettes, and Nichiren his booze, they were back on the road to Kisaeng House. [break][break] "Remind me," said the Hyūga, as he took a sip from the bottle of tea. "what are we doing today?"
[attr="class","bolo-body] A groan escaped Tsukiya's lips, shoving two chakra infused fingers in Nichiren's direction. The strike met air. His arm promptly fell back down to the side of the bed. [break][break] Smack! [break][break] The Hyūga's eyes shot open. His eyes darted towards his room mate's fading silhouette. What the hell? What time was it even? Tsukiya's eyes lazily drifted to the clock on his nightstand. Seven? Shit. That was right, they had a couple of tasks to do today. [break][break] With a rather recognizable sigh, the young Hyūga lifted himself off the bed. He rubbed the sleep away from his eyes. As per their morning routine, Tsukiya grabbed a pack of cigarettes from his bedside. Walking towards their bathroom, he lazily grabbed an ashtray on his work desk. [break][break] Moving to Nichiren's side, he carelessly set the glass bowl on the counter next to the sink, which resonated with a rather audible clank. [break][break] "Fish?" he slurred, as he popped the cover of his pack open, slipping one of the death-sticks between his lips, "can eat raw if low on time..." [break][break] Spark. Spark. Fire. [break][break] Tsukiya inhaled deeply. The first cigarette of the day was always the best one. Closed eyes rolled to the back of his head as he exhaled deeply, smoke now permeating in the air. Their routine was almost perfectly synchronized at this point. When the Kaguya would finish brushing his teeth, Tsukiya would start. Synchronous living: was that even a thing? It would last until the afternoon, then they would slip into the "routine" of wonderfully comfortable chaos.
[attr="class","bolo-body] The young genin smile wavered at his jounin-senpai's whispered voice. His body shivered slightly at the sensation. It wasn't an unpleasant feeling, but it was definitely unwelcome. Not that he would voice that out. This kind of thing already happened way too often for Tsukiya's liking. The last thing he wanted was an increase in frequency. [break][break] "My taijutsu would be a lot better if somebody decided to take his responsibities more seriously..." he whispered under his breath. [break][break] It was just like his jounin-senpai to mess with him during work. He tried to ignore Yunyao's advances, although that in itself was a task and a half. Yunyao had a penchant for bullying the younger Hyūga, which Tsukiya would argue internally that perhaps it was the jounin's way of showing affection... maybe. The jounin would usually stop when he wasn't given much attention, well sometimes. Sometimes he just didn't. Judging from the mood of his teammates, Tsukiya was quite ready for today to be a loooong work day. [break][break] "Shimizu-senpai," he began, turning to the pinkette, "I don't think I can do that, but perhaps Yunyao-taichou would be motivated to play instead of harass me when he sees that you've been winning ryō." [break][break] The young Hyūga always thought highly of the chunin. She was from a good clan, which appealed to his own Hyūga prejudice. It also helped that she was pretty... uh--pretty good with kenjutsu. He was ashamed to say that in his younger years, he might have had a slight crush on Yukio Shimizu. [break][break] "Want me to deal you in senpai? Or maybe we could get you a drink?" [break][break] A beat. [break][break] "I guess I should offer you the same thing as well Yunyao-taichou."
[attr="class","bolo-body] "I would rather--" [break][break] Not. Before Tsukiya could even get out a complete sentence, Gauma was on him. His lavender eyes sharpened as he noted Gauma's right leg rise from the mud. [break][break] Tsk. [break][break] Risk for risk? Yeah, screw it, why not? [break][break] The Hyūga drew a sharp breath and twisted his body slightly to his left. He contracted his obliques and brought his left hand down to cushion Gauma's blow. [break][break] THUD. [break][break] An audible grunt escaped from the young Hyūga's lips. There was no doubt that the kick had connected, but his arm had definitely took some of that power away. Regardless, his left side was certainly going to bruise. Perhaps he could find one of those Yuki shinobi from his village for a solid ice pack? [break][break] There was no time to waste however. His left hand which he had used to slightly parry the ginger's blow quickly curled to grab Gauma's leg, holding it parallel to the floor. A wrestling manuever? Not exactly. [break][break] "I learned this part from you, Gauma-san." [break][break] A mischivous smirk emerged from Tsukiya's face as if slowly pushing the pained expression away from his face. He persisted, even if currently hurt to breathe. He raised his right arm, bringing it close to his neck as he drew his shoulder back. The ginger would be able to identify what was coming next. Two fingers were extended and a faint line of chakra appeared at the tips. [break][break] "This part is all me though." [break][break] Tsukiya aimed at the inner part of Gauma's thigh. The tenketsu point the Hyūga was aiming for was the one that controlled the chakra the flowed through the entirety of Gauma's right leg. If the hit landed, then Gauma would probably have a difficult time even wading around the mud for the next hour or so.
Catching a Hyūga off-guard in a straight-forward taijutsu fight was like catching lightning in a bottle while simultaneously trying to build a miniature ship inside of it. It just didn't happen. The white-eyed clan wasn't invincible in melee brawls, no no no--far from it. Unless they were against somebody FAR above their skill level, their eyes kept up with every action their opponent committed to. And Gauma, friend or not, was far from being superior to Tsukiya in combat. [break][break] Now whether or not his body was able to do anything about it... well, that was another question in itself. [break][break] Finding his arm suddenly free from the ginger's grasp, Tsukiya tucked his arms close to his body, palms facing outwards in opposite directions. He used the momentum both their actions generated to pivot into his opponent, much like a dancer would. The ginger's fist narrowly missed Tsukiya's stomach as it sailed awkwardly past his abdomen and stopped next to his hips. [break][break] "I know what I'm doing is traditional juken," he began, clearly agitated, "but we don't talk about this moment, EVER." [break][break] Tsukiya threw Gauma off his body with a rather forceful, yet non-damaging, shoulder bump. While going for quick and decisive strikes might have ended the fight then and there, he knew better than to engage Gauma in any form of grappling what-so-ever. If they both ended up on the ground, the Hyūga was done for. Between both of them, Gauma was definitely the better wrestler. Not to mention that the Hyūga martial art was never designed for shinobi that wanted fight off their back. No, it was better for Tsukiya to keep their spar a striking contest. [break][break] As they were still in close quarters, the white-haired youth moved into his traditional stance. While his open palms often gave those that didn't know the Hyūga style an impression of pacificity, Gauma knew the truth about the not-so-gentle-fist. The juken was a powerful offensive tool, but its defensive qualities were a notch above even the most elite martial arts.
The Hyūga's face twitched very visibly at his companion's behavior, despite the grin on his face. Well, he had expected it, but it still somewhat annoyed him. How was it possible for someone to remain so confidently brash about their last fight when the fight was so down to the wire?! [break][break] A very audible sigh escaped Tsukiya's body. No, that was just Gauma's way of riling him up. Both he and his fellow genin were not-so-different when it came to their personality as fighters. First shot? Gauma really knew how to make a joke. One hit to the right tenketsu point, and the ginger would be down for the count. Now if his team mate would only stop dodging his attacks like the... [break][break] "Cocky idiot..." [break][break] that he was. [break][break] Despite those words, the Hyūga now had a full grin on his face. Going up against a chuunin or jounin in their village was different. Sure, getting stronger was great, but the ass-kicking that preceded it wasn't the most pleasant thing in the world. Going against a peer was different. It was always fun. [break][break] "Guess I'll be going all out from the start then, Gauma-san." [break][break] Tsukiya's gaze sharpened in the split second it took to use the familiar hand signs that activated his dojutsu. [break][break] "Byakugan!" [break][break] His foot, which must have left an impressionable footprint of his sandals, dug deeply into the mud as he took a quick first step towards the ginger's direction. Tsukiya's body twisted in a manner that allowed him to throw the maximum amount of torque into an overhead palm strike headed straight for the ginger's nose. Breaking someone's nose wasn't all that difficult after all. There was cartilage, and there was bone. The Hyūga didn't really care for which one he broke.
[attr="class","bolo-body] The woods seemed like a good idea. Tsukiya couldn't help scoff at himself as he ran into the coastal forest. Forests, huh? There were a few trees with branches thick enough for shinobi to jump on, but it wasn't like The Land of Fire. [break][break] Maritime forests were built different. Kiri was cool and all, and as much as the young Hyūga pushed aside his heritage, and as much as he enjoyed being on a boat, any time he was among the trees, it just felt like he was home. Probably a nurture vs nature thing. Most of the time he didn't really give it much thought, but apparently, working with the remnants of Konoha shinobi altered his thought process. [break][break] Tsk. Stupid. [break][break] He stopped for a second before looking left and right. Both directions were full of heavy foliage. Either route was fine to take, he supposed. [break][break] Shrugging, Tsukiya spat his gum in the opposite direction of where he decided he was going. Maybe it would throw the dogs off, maybe it wouldn't. At best it would only help, so no harm done. [break][break] Tsukiya ran all the way until he arrived at the mouth of a clearing. Yeah, no point standing in the middle for all the dogs and the Inuzuka jounin to see. He walked as silently as he could by the edges, eyes darting behind him every so often. 50 meters was a good distance away. Considering the speed in which the ninken and their jounin summoner could travel at, that was about a... five second head-start. That wasn't too bad. His other job offered worse odds.
The younger of the two Hyūga caught the offered scroll without really much thought. Much to his chagrin, dog slobber soon coated the entirety of his right hand. With a slight grimmace, he shook his hand rather forcefully in the air, flicking the slimy substance to the side. [break][break] "Ugh... yeah, seems pretty straight forward." he drawled. [break][break] He gave the other Hyūga a look. They were probably about to do something similar. Stuffing said scroll in the shinobi pack attached to his belt, Tsukiya swiftly went through the familiar handsigns that activated his dojutsu. Horse, tiger, boar... [break][break] "Byakugan!" [break][break] He refused to look at the sand. That was an instant headache waiting to happen. His instincts spoke to him as his eyes quickly scanned over his vicinity. Grass, rocks, structures--any kind of obstacle that would make it even slightly difficult for dogs. Spending charka running on uneven ground was just a waste of chakra. Tsukiya couldn't exactly say that he was the fastest or strongest shinobi. Rather, he considered himself quite clever. He was guessing the penalty for getting caught was an ass-kicking mixed with some sort of mauling from the dogs. Yeah--best avoid that. [break][break] He felt the wind pick up next to him. Empty space now occupied where the older Hyūga used to be. [break][break] "Nice meeting you too, sheesh." [break][break] With that, Tsukiya ran. The Inuzuka jounin didn't say anything about kicking dogs, did she?
"Yo!" [break][break] Tsukiya's voice cut through the clearing. The timbre of his tenor voice a pitch higher than the sound of the rather audible thump Gauma's shin made as he smashed his leg against the wooden training dummy. Inwardly, Tsukiya cringed a slight bit. He remembered his younger self doing the exact same thing with his bones. Young shinobi purposefully injured themselves to cause microfractures in their bones. The bones would heal and strengthen. All the better to use for blunt force trauma. Not a great strategy for ninja that wanted to live past the age of 50. But in Tsukiya's experience, getting past 40 as a shinobi was a challenge in itself. It was a profession that didn't have the highest mortality rate; especially for genin like him and his team mate Gauma. [break][break] "You just hitting boards today, or..." the teenage Hyūga began, as he walked closer towards his fellow genin, crossing his arms to stretch out his tendons. [break][break] "Do you want to get a quick spar in?" [break][break] A grin threatened to break his face. What was the record between them lately? He was pretty sure they were just about even. Gauma's taijutsu was a little more practiced than his, although it was a bit of a mish-mash of different styles. Tsukiya had the Byakugan, and while his Jūken was technically sound, given his association with the ginger, had some elements of unpredictability to it. Their styles made for an interesting clash.
The smell of cider was inviting. While it didn't completely mask the scent of tobacco in the air, the earthy fragrance brought with it a sense of comfort and nostalgia. It was enticing, almost beckoning those in the hall to stay a little longer and have a drink. Which wasn't too difficult, seeing as how alcohol was complimentary. [break][break] The decor was lavish, if not a little gaudy. The whole floor was carpeted with little spots of pine wood peaking out from underneath, which looked quite pleasant contrasted with the awful carpet design. The carpet was in bad taste, no doubt about that. A cool shade of blue, not so different from the deep seas that surrounded Kiri, was decorated ornately with what seemed to be a mandala pattern that emanated from the center of the room. It was almost painful to look at. The walls did not look interesting--a few interesting art pieces here and there, but nothing really worth expounding on. It was almost spartan, in purpose--even if it didn't seem like it at first. The carpeting made you want to look up; the walls made you look inwards. And THAT was all by design. [break][break] The chairs and stools looked incredibly comfortable and tasteful. The rounded fronts, the Ecru White that embraced the Danube colored foam--the seats exuded luxury. The tables were just as exquisite, handcrafted by skilled workers. The leather armrests were a beautiful shade of Gallery, a slight darker shade of white with hints of red in it. It contrasted nicely with the Midnight colored cloth that was spread across the table. [break][break] The contrast was astounding, but somehow, it didn't feel forced. It felt controlled, designed by smarter people to break you. Olfactory, visual, tactile, gustatory--all of your senses were engaged. It was imperative that anyone who entered the establishment focused solely on the games you could play on the different tables. It was place that was designed to take your money. [break][break] Tsukiya Hyūga stood behind one of those very tables. He was dressed far more orderly than he was accustomed to. He wore a stone-colored haori over a black kimono. It went well with his appearance. His white hair and lavender eyes lent themselves to a look of nondescript sophistication, which was completely the opposite of what Tsukiya was all about. He took a look at his work station for a brief second, before grabbing a couple of packed decks with a flourish. He unwrapped them and proceeded to separate the cards randomly into six different piles. The speed in which he did it left nobody in doubt that the man was a shinobi. [break][break] "Pontoon for today huh?" [break][break] With a sigh, he shuffled the six different piles onto each other and set them neatly on a card machine. He shook his head, irritated at his predicament. He would have rather played than work, but you couldn't exactly do that with Hyūga eyes and expect not to get your bones snapped. So with a practiced smile, he waited patiently for his next players.
Sand. Ugh, he hated sand. It constantly shifted under the weight of his feet. The blasted thing would always get into his shinobi sandals. Whenever his Byakugan was active, his brain was almost obligated to notice the number of grains there were at any given moment. The best part about sand, to the young genin, was leaving it behind once he got back to Kiri. Nevertheless, training was training. He wasn't particularly close to the other memembers of the shinobi force, but only a fool would turn down any opportunity to get stronger. Any thing that helped him smash heads in was a worthwhile endeavor. [break][break] Tsukiya walked with an almost lazy swagger to join the other shinobi. He chewed on his bubblegum obnoxiously, eyes scanning his fellow shinobi as he examined who he was training with. Oh, the other white haired Hyūga. Tsukiya could barely recall even having a conversation with his distant cousin. And the Inuzuka jonin? Should be fun then. [break][break] "Hyūga, Tsukiya. Sup?"
The gentle fist, is anything but gentle. there are 361 nodes that a practitioner of the gentle fist can either open or close. a user of the gentle fist aims to damage their opponent's internal organs by surgically (and forcefully) injecting their own chakra into their opponent's chakra pathway system. while injecting someone with chakra isn't anything new, when used in tandem with the byakugan the results are often incredibly destructive.
▶ shurikenjutsu (rookie)
a hyūga using shuriken? how times have changed.
▶ stealth (rookie)
stealth should be the corner stone of being a ninja. too often, ninja are seen using flashy techniques and getting into loud battles. a true shinboi operates covertly. a true shinobi moves in silence. a true shinobi kills in silence.
「 kekkei genkai 」
▶ hyūga heritage
What an absolute tragedy. Tsukiya's ancestry traces back to the great diaspora from Konoha many years ago. The hyūga clan, once one of the most feared and respected clans in the shinobi world, were all but scattered in the wake of war.
▶ byakugan
With near-360º vision, the ability to see through solid objects, the ability to see tenketsu, and a range of upwards of 50 meters, the byakugan truly deserves its place as one the Three Great Dōjutsu.
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「 summary 」
A Hyūga is unmoving. A Hyūga is all-seeing. A Hyūga is... blah blah BLAH! [break][break] Tsukiya couldn't care less about his heritage. Half-Hyūga, half... whatever the hell his bastard of a sperm donor was. As far he was concerned, his eyes were great for two things. Fighting and high-stakes poker games. Not that he could play anyway, he was a card dealer. If he wasn't banned from playing by being an employee, he was certainly banned for simply being a Hyūga anyway. [break][break] His mother's constant beatings--er, training, she often remind him--literally beat the Jūken into his body. He was taught to identify which chakra points you needed to hit for a debilitating injury versus the chakra points that would eventually lead to organ failure. She sharpened his mind with both the knowledge and instincts he needed to survive in a world hostile enough to slaughter entire villages. She was brutal, but at the same time, quite caring. While it left him with a confusing childhood, he understood from a young age that he was honed to be an instrument of her vengeance. Her revenge against Oto, the Taiyou Empire. and anyone else who was instrumental in the fall of Konoha. It was the old carrot and the stick. It left kids psychologically damaged; manipulated them to do as they were told. [break][break] But Tsukiya could never bring himself to care about that at all. [break][break] He who lives by the sword dies by it. [break][break] Many clans were on the brink of extinction thanks to the Hyūga. To Tsukiya, such was the way of a shinobi. Revenge was petty, and in his opinion, stupid. One could only, after all, live in the moment. The past? The future? Who cares about any of that stuff! He lived by his creed--his Nindō. It was simple. [break][break] "I'm here for a good time, not a long time." [break][break] Throwing his lot in with the Vajrakīlaya was the best idea he had had in a long time. It was fun, brutal, and refreshingly simple. Life was boring enough as it is. Joining the organization gave him direction. Not to mention the fact that the life certainly promised one hell of a time. His orders were often straightforward, and his idea of good orders were as easy as... [break][break] Point and shoot.
[attr="class","ping-face"]HUNTER X HUNTER[break]tsukiya hyūga looks like killua zoldyck.
