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 | | Subject: Tifa Shinoku Thu Apr 08, 2010 2:01 am | |
| Name: Tifa Shinoku Nickname:-- Age: 20 Gender: Female Rank: ANBU Former Rank: -- Village: Mist Former Village: Unknown Affiliations: -- Elements: -Main: Raiton -Sub: Suitan Kekke Genkai: -- Personality:Tifa displays a girl who is friendly, brave, sensitive, considerate, and very sapient. She's known for her care-free personality and beauty. Tifa has been through so much in the past, allowing her to have a plethora amount of advice. She may look young on the outside, but on the inside, she's as sagacious as a 90-year old sage. She has no problem speaking her mind, even if she doesn't know the person, and is the type of person to stand up for what she strongly believes in. She also has a tough personality, due to her father always telling her to toughen up and stop crying. Because of her father, she has a slight fear towards men. As a child, she was always being beaten up by him, even if she didn't do anything wrong. Also because of this abusement as a child, she's afraid to express her feelings. She is superbly good at hiding how she really feels, a bad habit of her's. When it comes to fighting, Tifa doesn't take it all that serious in the beginning, depending on the situation; radiating calmness instead of fear or nervousness. Tifa likes to pick at her her opponent slowly piece by piece, figuring out their weakness and using it against them. She can pick up superbly quickly, and by analyzing her opponent's strategies, she can easily turn their own strategies against themselves. Having the huge fear of losing, Tifa will not give up until she wins, and always finishes what she started. She prefers to work alone, but when she does has a partner to work with in battle, she only cares about them, making them come first before her. She is willing to protect them in battle even if it means sacrificing her own life for them. She's very intelligent, and she's very good when it comes to memorization. Appearance:(Yes I know, it's crappy and I didn't color in her eyes. I was too tired  ) - Spoiler:
ANBU: When Tifa's on the job, she wears the average ANBU attire; she wears the standard uniforms consisting of black and gray armor, metal arm guards, and a signature spiral tattoo on their left shoulder (female ANBU members have the tattoo located on their right shoulder to determine gender between the ANBU members). Tifa wears a sleeveless skin tight black turtle neck that is cut inward at a slight angle. Over that she wears a metal vest for protection. She wears black pants that aren't baggy, and black knee high boots with charcoal gray metal shin guards to protect her shins. Starting from her fingertips and going past her elbows, she wears black sleeves that are covered by metal arm guards. Tifa's ANBU mask is porcelain just like the others, and hers is molded into the shape of a bird's beak. Two tiny black dots indicate the eyes, and right beneath both eyes a line of turqouise paint runs down the mask, looking as if the imperfect face is crying. Normal Attire (Rarely seen in): Tifa wears a short dim gray zip up dress that fits her body perfectly and isn't completely zipped up all the way, revealing some of her white-laced tank top that she wears underneath. The zipper then runs all the way down then stops four inches before the end of the dress, being left unzipped. The dress isn’t fancy, nor casual, but just simple. Shorts: Tifa wears very short black spandex shorts that stretch to allow her to move freely when fighting. These shorts are rarely seen as they are covered by her dress. Shoes: Tifa wears black knee-high ninja boots. Instead of buttoning the top, she ties a bright blue silk ribbon around the top, the color resembling her eyes and her mother's. Below the ribbon she wears charcoal gray metal shin guards to protect her shins; performing her jutsu Siren's Kiss, it allows her to force all of her chakra and weight into her legs and fists, so she's always kicking things. On the metal plates, black wave-like swirls run up both sides of the plates; the waves are outlined in a bright blue color, contrasting against the charcoal gray of the plates. The way how these shin guards stay on is by two white belts that are connected on each side of where the shin guards stop and buckle around her leg. One buckle is located above her ankle and the other is halfway up the shin guard. Accessories: On Tifa's right shoulder she has the ANBU tattoo, and on her right arm's bicep she wears a satin-bright blue ribbon that is tied into a bow, symbolizing that she us willing to fight for anything no matter what. On her neck she wears a black choker that her mother had given to her as a child. A crystal opal dangles right beneath the choker and is centered. Almost looking like a cat's collar with a bell. Hair: As a kid, Tifa wore her light blonde hair differently than she does now. Her bangs used to sweep just above her right eye, and was clipped in place by a diamond barrette her mother had given to her. Now, she wears her light blonde hair in a style of her mother's. With this style, the bangs on her right side stick up and fall in layers to the side, looking sort of like a wave. On her left side she has just one bang simply fall down the side of her face. She then has longer bangs that fall past her chest that she parts from her longer hair in the back. Her hair that falls down her back stops five inches before her waist. (As in pic above) Eyes and Figure: Tifa was born with her mother's unique eyes. Her irises are outlined by a thick black circle, then her irises are a very bright, turquoise blue, very vibrant and catches a lot of attention when in public. A blue that is two shades deeper than her irises normal color than outline her black pupils. Tifa has a very fit figure. She's in perfect shape, and she has natural tan creamy skin. Bio:Before/ After Academy Arc: Found.- Spoiler:
"Just get away from me!" a weak cry came from a little girl, slapping her father's hand away. He stood there, quivering as he became irate. It was easy to see the anger within him rise as the blood boiled under his skin, his temper ticking very quickly. Catching her breath, Tifa stood there frozen. She didn't mean to slap his hand away, she was just trying to defend herself. The hairs on the back of her neck rose, goose flesh taking over her skin as her moistened eyes saw him raise his arm, his fist clenched so tightly his knuckles were bone white. He swung, and a loud popping noise was heard as his fist made contact with Tifa's lower cheek. She slammed into the ground, her light blonde hair sprawled out around her, a few red dots splashed onto the floor; soon forming a tiny puddle of blood beneath her mouth where it touched the cold wooden floor. Shaken and locked in fear, she lay there motionless; not a wince or breathless pant brushed off her trembling bloody lips. Her vision quickly swerved as tears began to swell up in her eyes, silently running down her bruised cheek. She heard his loud footsteps storm out of the room, slamming the door shut behind him. She layed like that for a good half hour, silently crying as she was afraid he'd come back. Pain numbingly formed around her mouth, and her frail hand shook as she brought it up to her lips. Her fingers brushed against her uneven yet beautiful lips, pain waved throughout her lips with each gentle brush of her fingers. She so quietly winced, and when she removed her fingers, blood sauntered down them like the hot wax on a burning candle. Her eyes shook with regret as she saw the sight of blood. He had hit her so hard, luckily her jaw hadn't been broken. She could feeling the soreness of a bruise coming, and she cleared her dry throat. Placing her hands beneath her and ever so lightly pushing herself up, she sat in her knees then stumbled onto her tiny feet.
She tip toed quickly to the side of her bed, only grabbing one thing from the night stand next to it: her music box. It had been a gift her mother had given to her when she was only three, the only thing she had left in memory of her mother. Besides the choker she wore, anyways. She hustled over to the window, lifting it up and sticking one leg out of it. She placed one hand on the window frame and gripped it tightly, the other carrasing the music box. She took one last look at her door, silently remembering all of those times her father had walked in and hurt her. She painfully looked away, jumping out of the window and gracefully landing into the grass with a light thud. She broke into a sprint, the cool night air feeling delightful against her face, the pain slightly numbing from her mouth. She didn't stop running, she couldn't stop running. This was her chance to break away, to start over and have the life of a normal child. An hour passed by, her legs sore from running. She couldn't feel her feet anymore, the bottom of her feet bleeding from stepping on glass and rocks. She gasped for air as she slowly walked along an empty dirt road. Fields of plush, green grass that were on each side of the road swayed back and forth as the wind's gentle fingers brushed against them, Tifa stopping to stare. She was completely clueless to where she was, but she didn't care; she was free, out of harm's grasp. She smiled slightly, but winced as she forgot about the pain in her mouth. She weakly shuffled into the tall grass, falling onto her side and laying there, her hands out in front of her. She stared at the golden music box within her small hands, sniffling as she thought of her mother. The box was so beautiful: its gold covering shined within the moon's bright light, vibrant red swirls running along the sides of the box. She could see a little girl's face reflecting off of the shiny covering. She looked worn out, beaten and no good, her blonde hair slightly motioning as the wind brushed against it. Tifa sighed, closing her eyes shut. Reopening her blue eyes, she slowly and carefully opened it, a beautiful, porcelain girl being summoned to dance. The statue began to twirl, clicking the music into place. A beautiful melody called Seeds of Love played as the girl spun and spun. Tifa closed her eyes in memory of her mother, but there wasn't much to remember, only her face. Her mother's face was soft and had a beautiful cream color to it. Her hair was a honey blonde, about shoulders length. She had huge, round blue eyes, eyes that made you feel like you were drowning in an ocean if you stared into them for too long. Her lips were uneven; the bottom lip much fuller then top lip, just like how Tifa's are. Thinking of her mother made her want to cry, but she knew crying wouldn't bring her back, and she learned that the hard way. The soothing music stopped, the ballerina stopping her spin as the music ended. She parted her lips as she began to speak, "Oh mommy...where did you go? Daddy won't speak of you, and I don't remember much of you, just your pretty face and the feeling of being held in your arms...Please, can you come back? I promise, I'll be good. I'm always good. I need you...Just come back...You promised you would, remember?" Tifa whispered as her voice shook. Her eyes suddenly felt heavy, slowly her eyelids closing, shutting out the world before her...
The next morning, Tifa had been found by a woman who went by the name of Ruca-San, a jounin who had been traveling back home from an assassination mission. Concerned and worried, she took Tifa with her back to her village, healing her wounds and painful scars of the past. She could sense that Tifa had a good head on her shoulders even though her past was rough. She was a tough little girl, therefore Ruca-San wanting to make Tifa a shinobi. Though Tifa was only six years old at the time, Ruca-San never went easy on her. In her eyes, the more harshly you are trained, the better you will become. When Ruca-San knew Tifa was ready, she enrolled her into Academy school when she turned eight. Tifa soon impressed the teachers there with her skills, knowing more than she should. While other kids were learning the simple jutsu every shinobi knows, the transformation skill, Tifa was learning how to heal. She was shown how to heal by healing a bird's broken wing, and she did it with simplicity. Making Ruca-San proud, she'd always ask Tifa what she would want as a treat for working hard, and Tifa's answer was always the same, "A new jutsu! Pleeeaasee Ruca-San?!"
As days went by, the bond between the two were inseparable. Ruca loved Tifa so dearly, as if she were her own daughter. The two would never leave each others side, especially in training. Ruca-San thought that it was time to show Tifa something that she will from then and on hold dearest to her. Tifa's mother's white katana. At first, Tifa thought it was just a very beautiful katana, but when she found out who the previous owner of it was, she broke down. Ruca-San couldn't explain everything to Tifa; she was too fragile to know the truth. The secret she kept back from Tifa balled up in her throat. Her mother's death. Ruca had been her mother's partner in an S-ranked assassination mission, her mother sacrificing her life to save Ruca. Before her death, Tifa's mother had told Ruca to give her katana to Tifa, if she ever found her. Ruca promised she would. So when Ruca came across Tifa in the field, she was very shocked by the resemblance Tifa had to her mother's appearance. Convinced that she was Tetsuya's daughter, she took her in without hesitation.
Ruca trained Tifa how to use the katana, being a great swords woman herself, she had no problems teaching her. Tifa caught on very quickly, and she took in using the katana very seriously.
Genin Arc:- Spoiler:
"Tifa Shinoku, you are assigned to team 4!" Suki-Sama announce excitedly. Tifa's head automatically twisted to the right to see her teammate, Ichiro Sunay, her right eye twitching. He wasn't bad looking, actually pretty cute. But he sure can be very annoying with that positive attitude of his, and just the way how he can be immature at times, like everything is just a game to him. She mumbled under her breath, rising from her seat and walking over to him. Flashing a kind smile, she waved and sat next to him. For some reason, he blushed red, not saying a word, but crookedly smiling back. Tifa confusingly sighed, looking away and waiting to see who her next teammate would be. "And Kai Yoshimato, take a seat with Team 4," Suki-Sama added. Tifa heard a lot of squeals come from girls all around the room, startling her. The chair beside her was then pulled back and occupied by someone's presence. "Hello," a calm and soothing voice said. Tifa cocked her head upward and to the side, her eyes staring into an ocean of green. He had snowy white hair that fell slightly into his eyes, and he looked very handsome. He smiled at her, and she smiled back, her ocean-blue eyes feverishly looking away. He was just a teammate, and nothing more. From her right, she heard Ichiro mumble a swear under his breath, making her giggle. That was the first day that soon started her genin days...
In Tifa's genin years, she had gained a strong bond with her two teammates, all working together very well. Rarely did they fight, and when they did, it was between Kai and Ichiro. As a genin, Tifa took her position on the team very well, being the medical ninja on the team. She was always having to look out for herself, not letting herself rely on her teammates. She knew how to defend herself, and she was stronger then Kai and Ichiro at some moments. Not in strength, but mostly attitude. She was always the one to reassure everyone that everything would be ok, and in the end, she was right most of the times. When Tifa was not with her team, she was always found training alone or with Ruca-San. Training was the only thing she wanted to do, only because she didn't want to be the weakling she once was as a child, and her team didn't deserve a weakling on the team. She hated losing, it stung her badly, so that also has a huge role when it comes to days of training very hard.
Chuunin Arc: Father...?- Spoiler:
Kiosho strolled casually over to Tifa, his bloody hands shoved into his pockets. A wide smirk was carved on his face. His eyes were glimmering in excitement as he stopped in front of her, her body thrashing around like a crazed beast. "Oh, shh...It only gets worst..." he hushed in a calm, soothing voice. His sandy blonde hair ruffled in the wind, his penetrating mint green eyes locked on her's. Kiosho lifted his hand, and twitched his pointer finger up. A plethora of ear-splitting cracks boomed throughout Tifa's chest, and her mouth hung open. Her ocean-blue irises shrunk as the pain ripped through her. She tried to scream, but the only thing that poured out of her mouth was warm blood. Every rib in her chest snapped so simply, breaking with ease.
Tifa violently writhed on the ground, the burning increasing as it now flowed through every thin vein that ran through her chest. She screamed, her screams ear-splitting and very unpleasant. She screamed in pain so loudly it could have been clearly heard four miles away from their destination. The pain just got heavier and even more unbearable; her body began to twitch, and her chest would jerk upward as her heart was about to be engulfed in heat, going through a burning frenzy. Her screams were then cut off as blood clogged her throat. You could hear it gurgling in her throat as she tried to breath. She then coughed up the massive amount of crimson blood, the blood pouring out of her mouth and down the side of her jaw, covering her chin. New screams made their way out of her bloody throat. Now, these screams were the kind of screams you would never be able to forget, the kind that sends a hole through your chest. They were layered with such undesirable pain, it was almost heart shattering to hear. She couldn't stop screaming-they just wouldn't stop coming. She began to cry as the pain grew and grew inside of her whole body now. Her chest jerked more violently now, right where Kiosho implanted the jutsu in her. Even though she was it's new host and hadn't grew yet in her, she already felt like someone was trying to claw their way out of her chest; obliterating anything in it's path. Her throat burned as new blood was coming up her throat, but this time, the burning was a luke warm temperature. The fire was mute at first, but as it got halfway up her throat, it felt as if someone had shoved hot boiling gold down her throat. Her head flew up as she coughed it up-just adding more blood to her body. She was now completely drenched in blood-not forgetting the pool of blood she was laying in. She should've been dead by now-the amount of blood that she had already shed should have killed her.
Kiosho grinned sadistically as he watched with satisfaction. Her precious heart-tretchering screams sounded like beautiful music to his ears. So many years he's waited to hear them. She only had five seconds left to suffer now, so he turned around and held out his hand, a black hole appearing in front of him. He stepped into the black portal, and before it closed up he turned around and waved goodbye. "Goodbye...It was fun fighting 'ya, kiddo," he chuckled. He paused, not looking at her. He reached into his pocket, pulling out a small envelope and throwing it over his shoulder. It landed into the puddle of blood that surrounded Tifa, the blood staining the milk-white paper. "She loved you, kid..." he whispered so quietly, only his ears being able to receive before completely disappearing, leaving her alone.
Tifa was too caught up in the pain to even realize that Kiosho was leaving. All of a sudden, her back finally stayed against the ground. Her chest didn't spazz, and now her fingers were the only part of her that twitched, curling into pale, clawed fingers as she lost blood slowly. She felt so exhausted and broken down; she felt herself sluggishly slipping away from her torn body. She knew she couldn't make it; she was beyond repair. No one would want something so damaged as she was at the moment. Every rib in her now hollow chest was broken, her ankle was broken in two places, three bones were broken in her left and right wrist, her left leg starting from her knee and down was broken. She couldn't feel her arms or legs, and the burning pain numbed in her chest. Now, they were just faint throbs of fire flickering the last bit of fire it had left to burn off. Even though her eyes were wide open--full of pain--she couldn't see anything. Everything was pitch black... If someone were to be standing five feet away, she'd look like a lifeless puppet. Hollow and motionless...
Tifa and her team had passed the chuunin exams with ease. They beamed as they were all proud of themselves, so excited to rank up. As the days flew by and time ticked away, they all slowly began to grow up. Everyone changed, from looks to personality to strength. New missions came here and there, but not as much as they wanted. Tifa had gotten a letter from an anonymous person one day, saying they knew where her mother was. She was only three the last time she saw her, and so she rashly agreed to meet up with the person who knew where her mother was. Realizing who had sent her the letter, she regretted agreeing to meet the second she saw him. Her father. Enraged, she attacked him, making the wrong decision. This idiotic decision she made almost left her in death's hands. She had been found an hour and a half later when Ruca-San had noticed how she hadn't came home. Rushing her to the hospital, all she could remember were the heart-wrenching looks on her teammates faces as they wheeled her away. As Tifa was in recovery, she had fallen into a coma that lasted for 12 whole months, completely oblivious to what has happened around her as days were wasted sleeping. While Ichiro and Kai were worried sick about her, she just sat there feeling weak and useless. She could feel the immense amount of chakra that radiated off of Kai and Ichiro, meaning they were now more stronger than her. Tifa's release was not long after, and for months all she dud was push herself to train and reach the level of her teammates.
ANBU Arc: - Spoiler:
The noise of wet spit splattered onto the ground right in front of Tifa's feet as the hostage who was being restrained by two other ANBU members spat at her. "I. Don't. Know. Anything!" he snarled at her. Tifa saw a slight glimmer in his eye, perhaps proposing his lie? Forming a quick series of hand signs, Tifa said, "Time Reversal Technique." She closed her eyes and sifted through the man's memories, finding one where he was speaking with who they were after. The hostage appeared to be more into the money he'd receive than listening to what the man before him had to say. A little irratated, Tifa came back to reality. She then stared at the spit before her, calmly doing nothing. She reached her hand slowly behind her back and pulled off her katana and looked up. She held it in both hands in front of the hostage. "It appears that you were just a waste of our precious time..." she said from under her porcelain mask, her voice soft and mesmerizing. She slowly pulled the sheath back, the blade being revealed as the it came off. The man before her began to struggle, his eyes widening. The ANBU that held him tightened their grip, not moving an inch no matter how much he struggled. In the blink of an eye, Tifa's right arm was outstretched to the side, blood splashing onto the floor. She twirled the katana, the blood flying off clean before clicking it back into its sheath, returning it to her back. The body fell to its knees, sluggishly falling forward. A pool of blood began to form around the neck area, and the two men looked at Tifa. "Go report to the Hokage...I'll keep looking," she whispered fluidly. They nodded their heads once, and they all disappeared quickly, a puff of kicked up dust left in their silent
trace.
Her age, previous rank, or background didn't matter to her pick. The kage had picked her himself, and she was greatly honored on the inside, while on the outside she showed no emotion. A reason why Tifa wished to join the ANBU was because she was highly incredible when it came to assassinations. She did it quick and painless. Though she preferred to work alone, she did great working with others in a team. Another reason why she was chosen was for her illustrious tracking skills and great chakra, so she was very helpful during missions into enemy countries. Tifa serves as one of the interrogators that probe the minds of enemy ninja to learn information valuable to the village. If an ANBU is greatly injured in battle, they are required to destroy their bodies to prevent any information from leaking into the enemy hands, making Tifa very cautious when it comes to fighting. Knowing this, Tifa thinks each day is her last, only preparing for what lies unknown to her ahead. A couple of months as being in the ANBU, Ruca passed away of a sudden heart attack. Due to this unexpected death, Tifa remains silent unless someone speaks to her first.
And here's an RP sample just in case this app is crappy: - Spoiler:
Tifa walked along the side of the dirt road, the breeze gently motioning her blonde hair to the east and kicking up some dirt from the road. The sun was blazing above her, its warmth kissing her face. The robin egg blue sky was empty except for a few shredded cirrus clouds here and there. The sky then disappeared from above as she walked further into the forest, the sky now becoming a myrtle green as she was now walking beneath the great banyan trees' canopies. Hints of sunlight made it's way through the canopies where it wasn't so thick, revealing patches of light. She was about to press her foot down as she took a step forward but she paused on her heel, all of a sudden swiftly twirling around and catching three of the six kunais that had just been thrown at her from the shadows of the deep forest ahead. The other three flew past her, stirring up her hair as the speed blitz by.
She twirled the kunais around her fingers as she waited calmly for the enemy to come out. Finally, a foot emerged from the shadows, than the body. As they stood in the sunlight, Tifa just stared at the person, not interested at the moment. She was in no mood to waste her time over a pitiful fight as her eyes analyzed the man before her. He had orange hair that stuck up in a messy manner. He wore a mask that covered his whole face, but on the left side it revealed the left side of his mouth and nose, than swirling to the side and up as it covered his eye and up. There was no eyehole on the left side. On the right side of the mask where the mouth was, it had a large grin on it, no lips outlining the teeth, making it look like the mask was grinning sadistically. A thick line of black ink outlined the eyehole, and then twirled up the temple. He wore a brown long shawl as it draped over his body, the hood pulled down. Her eyes than shifted towards his crooked headband that was tied on his head, but it was twisted to the side, the plate right behind his ear, glistening in the sunlight. She narrowed her eyes the slightest bit as she read the symbol. She stopped twirling the kunais and clutched them in between her fingers.
He then swiftly bent downward, his cape flowing up and revealing a plethora of kunais that had explosive tags on them. Tifa clenched her jaw shut as he swiftly reached for three of them. She pounced back as one flew by, digging into the trunk of a tree and exploding. The tree flew up in flames in a matter of seconds, and Tifa turned around to see where the man had gone but he had disappeared. She scanned the area and her eyes caught something shining in the trees, and she placed her hand on her sword's handle and flickered beside the man, taking her sword out and swinging it to the side with a lot of power. He barely dodged it as the blade slammed into the tree, slicing it in half. As he flipped backwards and landed on the ground, he lifted his arm to look at his cape. Tifa had cut half of it off with her sword. She landed in front of him and smirked at her work, and he charged towards her, his hands glowing with blue chakra. Wanting to play by his game, she dug her sword into the ground beside her and did hand signs, her fists and starting from her knees and down glowing a brighter blue as she preformed Siren's Kiss. With this jutsu, Tifa had taught herself, she gathers an immense amount of chakra into her fists and legs and then releases it on contact with an object, lightning flowing through the chakra, causing severe damage to whatever she hits. All of her weight and strength goes into this move, and can shatter bones within the body if she puts a certain amount of power into it. She grabbed a hold of his fist and pushed it to the side, kicking him right in the rib cage with her shin. He yelled in pain as all of the weight she put into it crashed upon his side. Before he stumbled to the side, he reached his other fist over his arm and punched Tifa square in the jaw, both of them flying back in opposite directions from their hits. Tifa's back smacked against the banyan tree's thick hollow trunk, smashing it in two. The man flew into the ground, boulders of gravel flying outward from beneath him. He skidded to a stop as he hit a thick tree root, and he sat up slowly. As he looked up, he saw Tifa five inches away from him, falling towards him with her right fist pulled back, her left hand outstretched towards him, as she was making precise aiming. He quickly rolled to the side right as she punched the ground where he had been just a second ago, the ground exploding beneath her punch; a large crack thundering ahead of her with large boulders flying upward from the ground. With her fist still pressed against the ground and bent over, her hair flowed in the wind from the impact, and her gaze shifted towards him. He fluidly stood up to his feet and appeared behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist and yanking her up and backwards, bending his back as he smashed her into the ground. Her head hit the ground very hard, and her body then going limp. He let go of her and stood up straight, his back facing her, cracking his neck. All of a sudden, a wave of blistering electricity coursed through him, and he couldn't move his body, but he managed to turn his head slightly to the side and peek behind him from the corner of his eye. Standing two yards away, Tifa was panting heavily, blood drizzling down both corners of her mouth and her clothes scuffed up with dirt. She had her hands up mid-way, and connected to her finger tips were chakra strings that attached to every limb on him. She twitched her pointer finger up, then pulled her hand back, electricity flowing through the chakra strings and stunning him; he was than yanked back as she pulled her hand back. Since he was stunned, he couldn't move any of his arms of legs, and he flew towards Tifa. She then pulled her right hand back further-pulling him closer to her at a very high speed now- and punching him right in the gut. He coughed up blood as the chakra flowed through her fist and into his stomach. He flew back but she rose her hands and crossed them, yanking them downward and pulling him towards the ground. He slammed into the ground, more electricity rushing into him. He writhed in pain on the ground as he was being shocked. As she slightly grinned, she twitched both of her middle fingers up, sending him upward and towards her. As he was being reeled in, he made the attempt to grab a kunai that had a chakra tag wrapped around it and cut the chakra strings, setting him free. He hit and rolled onto the ground, pulling his head up to look at Tifa. The chakra strings hung loose, but you could see the electricity being sent back towards her, shocking her. She screamed in pain as it stunned her, her body slowly bending forward as she tried to fight off the stunning. He pushed off of the ground with his palms and flipped upward, reaching for his katana and taking it out of its sheath.
He then pushed off of a tree and was sent soaring through the air towards her. Her head snapped up as he got closer, and she quickly did hand signs. He swung his katana forward and impaled her right in the chest, but his eyes widened beneath his mask as he and the katana went through her. He was about to hit the ground face first but he placed his free hand on the ground and pushed upward, flipping onto his feet. It was like she had completely turned into nothing. She turned to him and painfully smirked, still slightly stunned. She had done a jutsu she taught herself, one that she calls Translucent body skill; by turning her chakra into liquid, it allows Tifa to go through any object as her body turns into water. He could taste the blood in his mouth, and he spat to the side. He nodded his head towards her sword. "What's the use of packing a sword like that if your not even going to use it?" he asked, panting heavily. Tifa's eyes quickly glanced at it then back at him. She appeared behind her sword and clutched the handle, ripping it out of the ground and hoisting it onto her shoulder. It was at least twice her size.
The left side of the man's mouth twitched upward into a smile, and he flickered in front of her, slashing his sword at her. She bent her knees and pushed back, the smallest tip of his long katana cutting her forehead. She skidded backwards as she landed on her feet. She could feel the warm blood pour out of the large scratch on her forehead. It then dripped down her nose and ran down the sides of her cheeks. She gritted her teeth as she tried to ignore the pain. She wasn't going to try to heal it and waste chakra on the scratch. She then looked at him with a pissed expression, glaring at him. He chuckled lightly to himself, and stood in a crouched stance, motioning his finger to come closer if she dared. She broke into a quick sprint towards him, jumping side to side, picking wind. His head snapped side-to-side as he tried to stay with her, but her speed was too quick. Before he knew it, she appeared in front of him and twirled to the side, slashing her sword. He jumped back, but her sword cut deeply along his arm, starting from his upper bicep and ending just above his wrist. He clenched his jaw and staggered back, digging his foot into the ground; his sword clashing into her's. She pushed down, but he had his palm pressed against the flat side of his katana, allowing him to hold her off. He pushed her off and kicked her in the face, sending her through the air. She stuck her hands down and dug her fingers into the ground, flipping her upward and landing onto her feet. He then flickered beside her, his fist glowing blue.
Disappearing from in front of her, he appeared right behind her and went to punch her again but she jumped to the side and grasped onto it, twisting it behind him. He yelled in pain, then ducked and swooped his leg to knock her off balance. Tifa fell to the ground on her back, knocking the wind out of her. An oof escaped her lips, and as she sat up, he punched her in the face, sending her through a tree. It's trunk snapped in half like a small twig as she hit it. She rolled backwards and finally came to a stop, her head throbbing. She opened her eyes and saw him standing above her, about to send another blow to her face. She grabbed his fist and pulled him towards her with such force, kneeing him right in the face. Hearing sharp bone-shattering noises, she smirked in success as she broke his nose. His head knocked back and blood gushed out of his nose. She rolled back onto her upper back and put her hands above her shoulders, pushing off and landing onto her feet. She spun around and high kicked him in the face, sending him into mid air. Tifa ran next to him, and she cupped her hand around his throat, slamming him into the ground. The second time she went to slam him into the ground, he pulled out a kunai from his cape and stabbed her forearm, the kunai going right through it and sticking out of the other side. She screamed in pain, clutching her arm to her stomach.
She painfully tore the kunai out of her arm, blood gushing out as the kunai was ripped out. She threw it to the ground and placed her hand over the huge gash in her arm, her hands glowing green as she did mystical palm healing jutsu. She had to stall a bit before it healed all the way, so she ran to the side, having him chase her for a couple of minutes. When the healing was complete and he was right on her heels, she swiftly turned around and elbowed him in the face, his mask shattering into a million tiny pieces. He flew back before she could even see his face, and watched him fly into the small lake that was nearby. He skidded on the surface like a skipping stone, and before he could sink, Tifa grabbed him by the shirt as she stood on top of the water, turning him around. She shot her arm downward, about the punch him but immediately stopped when she saw who it had been. Blood dripped down her worn out knuckles and splashed onto his face, adding more blood to it. Blood poured out of his nose and covered his face from the nose down, and he looked at her with exhaustion. Her fist shook, and she unclenched it. It was her old teammate. Ichiro.
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