Training on deck
Apr 26, 2014 3:43:02 GMT -6
Post by Akuma Waru on Apr 26, 2014 3:43:02 GMT -6
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"I can't see my end...but I can see yours."
It had been a week now since Akuma had gained his devil fruit, the Ope Ope no mi. It had taken a while getting used to this odd new sensation of power that came with the fruit, and at the same time, the new level of caution that must be taken near water. Even with the ability to fly above the ocean around the ship he would rather not take his chances by relaxing near the edge anymore.
One of the key things he had learned about his fruit was the concept of "Room". This was a power he had seen the original owner use in their combat aboard his pirate ship. Anything within the room could be affected by a wider array of the fruit powers, but, while the original user had the power to envelop his ship, Akuma had only managed at best to cover a 7 meter radius. Hardly very effective in comparison. Of course his Noroi came in handy when practicing these abilities. He found any cuts in the air he made with the weapon would affect anything in that direction, and, once cut, he could effectively manipulate and rearrange anything he desires, sich as fixing the legs of a table back in the wrong place, or the head of a training dummy replaced by a weight. It all had varying levels of effectiveness. The issue was that he had no idea how to use that in direct combat. Afterall, what marine in their right mind would allow him to test this on them?
About 15 it would seem.
"Private Waru!" Akuma was confused to hear his name from anyone other than admiral Miguel. It wasn't unheard of for an officer or another private to address him, but it was certainly out of the ordinary. Afterall not many even wanted to be around him. Folding in his wings and sheathing his Noroi, he turned from his training dummy, now looking upon the sight of a small group of marines facing him with the usual hands behind the back, look organised theme to them all. "Admiral Miguel has ordered us to aid you in the training of your new power! He has informed us you, as of yet, have found no way to make this power lethal, and we are duty bound to believe his word."
"Are you now...?" Spinning his Odachi by the scabbard, the loose bandages swinging in the air, he purposely flexed his wings, trying to intimidate the marines. Not a single one would flinch. Well, if they truly believed they would be safe, he supposed he could take them up on this rather unique off, holding the scabbard of his weapon at his hip, his right hand grasping the handle, ready to cut. "If you are sure." The officer nodded once to Akuma, and then to his privates. With seemingly brave faces, two rushed for the demon child, swords in hand.
"Room."
A streak of visible wind would surround Akuma like one of the great rings of saturn, before spiraling outwards, not even affecting the marines that charged towards them, but instead covering them with a blue aura. Centered upon Akuma, the "room" was created, and he could get to work, hopefully without harming those who were offering themselves to aid him. Drawing his blade the quiet hum of metal grinding against it's scabbard would ring to his ears, pulling the blade with eloquent movements across his body, and, with a quick swipe of his arms, the true practice would begin.
"Shambles!"
Though the cut would never be seen, it's effects would be. The Marine's bodies would rush forward, still prepared to strike. Their heads however were a different matter. Cut from their bodies with no blood or visible wound of any sort, they would hang in the air, each of them confused and scared as even those who waited for their chance to strike seemed quite off put by the horrid image this fruit's power had created. Sheathing his blade, Akuma would raise his hands, creating fluid motions as the heads began to spiral around one another at a rapid pace, dizying the minds within before placing them back upon their respective bodies. The bodies would instantly stop, fall, and struggle to get a grip on their surroundings once more.
"2."
The officer would nod again, clearly seeing truly what his crew were up against training with this demon. With a wave of his hand 3 more marines would rush in, each coming in at angles far from one another this time before entering the odd blue aura that had covered the training area. Fine. So they wished to play that game did they? Akuma checked his surroundings, he knew he could cut two of them with a single swipe, but that would leave the third at his back, a place he did not favor showing. Still, it was his best option. Turning quickly, he would create a large swipe of his blade, the legs and torsos of his attackers would separate, both swiftly falling to the ground.
"GAGH!"
With his back left open the third had enough time to close in and strike between his wings with his blunt training blade. Still, it hurt like hell, but it did create an odd sensation. The pain seemed to flow through him, feeling like an inner extension of the sensation he gained when using shambles. It hurt, but he felt as though he could redirect it. Forcing it down into his arm, and then his blade, he quickly thrust his weapon backwards, the pommel hitting hard into the stomache of his attacker. Not only would it hurt naturally, but a pulse of energy would force itself into the marine, equalling the force Akuma had felt, but on a far weaker body. He would scream out, not visibly damaged but easily forced down to his back, unable, or rather, unwanting to get back up. Feeling an odd confidence in his new powers, Akuma would use a single hand to fix those he had cut this time, not even caring to look in their direction.
"5."
Without a word or motion from the officer this time his men would run out towards the demon who had so easily taken down their friends. One would rush forward, bulky and tall in stature, carrying what could only be described as a miniature cannon on his shoulder, aimed towards Akuma. With no hesitation, he would fire a cannonball at what was technically a fellow marine. The demon did not flinch however, but instead cut through the air once more. Despite the men attempting to dodge, at least one would lose their head, and this was all he needed. With a quick movement of his hands, he had to act fast, the cannonball inches from him.
"Kokan Suru!"
In an instant, the cannonball would seemingly vanish, a peachy shape left in it's place, but, in a slow realization, the marines would turn the their ally had been cut, finding his head replaced with the cannonball they had fired, each of them futilely trying to flee as the cannonball exploded and sent them on their asses, leaving Akuma to grab the head from the air and toss it up and down, allowing it to see the havoc Akuma had wreaked on his body. It would heal in about a weak though, so there was nothing to truly worry about.
"10."
"Fine boy. You face me now! Men! With me!" What was a confident officer was now angered by the harming of his men was an angry beast wanting to avenge the humiliation of his troops. Akuma knew this officer well, and allowed the head he had gained to hover beside him as he tested something. A single slice was made towards only the officer as his men followed in an assault either side of him. Expecting it, the officer raised his arms, imbuing them with the technique of haki and preventing the cut from even taking place. For a moment, he smiled confidently, as if he was untouchable to this new ability the demon had presented. Of course, this would not be the case.
Grabbing the head at his side, he would toss it as it screamed towards his latest group of attackers. A marine would reach out to catch it, but would not even get close as, much like the cannonball, it was replaced by Akuma himself. "Emajenshi!"
In a second, the attackers had seen their opponent practically teleport towards them. His black wings hanging behind him creating the most sinister of silhouettes as his red eyes flashed out. Wasting no time, he would unleash a mighty swing, making contact with the haki enforcing officer, and with a wider enough swing to cut his men. Despite the power of his haki, the direct contact seemed to overpower it, the blade swiping through with no blood, but with the finest of slicers, cutting ever last one of the men in two as Akuma landed in the midst of their falling body parts. For a moment, he would remain silent, sheathing his blade with a calm motion that seemed to end his battle mindset. With a few more motions, the men were rearranged, back to their original forms and laying in awe at what they had just faced as the demon left for his room.
"Inform Admiral Miguel I am ready to aid him on his next mission..."
One of the key things he had learned about his fruit was the concept of "Room". This was a power he had seen the original owner use in their combat aboard his pirate ship. Anything within the room could be affected by a wider array of the fruit powers, but, while the original user had the power to envelop his ship, Akuma had only managed at best to cover a 7 meter radius. Hardly very effective in comparison. Of course his Noroi came in handy when practicing these abilities. He found any cuts in the air he made with the weapon would affect anything in that direction, and, once cut, he could effectively manipulate and rearrange anything he desires, sich as fixing the legs of a table back in the wrong place, or the head of a training dummy replaced by a weight. It all had varying levels of effectiveness. The issue was that he had no idea how to use that in direct combat. Afterall, what marine in their right mind would allow him to test this on them?
About 15 it would seem.
"Private Waru!" Akuma was confused to hear his name from anyone other than admiral Miguel. It wasn't unheard of for an officer or another private to address him, but it was certainly out of the ordinary. Afterall not many even wanted to be around him. Folding in his wings and sheathing his Noroi, he turned from his training dummy, now looking upon the sight of a small group of marines facing him with the usual hands behind the back, look organised theme to them all. "Admiral Miguel has ordered us to aid you in the training of your new power! He has informed us you, as of yet, have found no way to make this power lethal, and we are duty bound to believe his word."
"Are you now...?" Spinning his Odachi by the scabbard, the loose bandages swinging in the air, he purposely flexed his wings, trying to intimidate the marines. Not a single one would flinch. Well, if they truly believed they would be safe, he supposed he could take them up on this rather unique off, holding the scabbard of his weapon at his hip, his right hand grasping the handle, ready to cut. "If you are sure." The officer nodded once to Akuma, and then to his privates. With seemingly brave faces, two rushed for the demon child, swords in hand.
"Room."
A streak of visible wind would surround Akuma like one of the great rings of saturn, before spiraling outwards, not even affecting the marines that charged towards them, but instead covering them with a blue aura. Centered upon Akuma, the "room" was created, and he could get to work, hopefully without harming those who were offering themselves to aid him. Drawing his blade the quiet hum of metal grinding against it's scabbard would ring to his ears, pulling the blade with eloquent movements across his body, and, with a quick swipe of his arms, the true practice would begin.
"Shambles!"
Though the cut would never be seen, it's effects would be. The Marine's bodies would rush forward, still prepared to strike. Their heads however were a different matter. Cut from their bodies with no blood or visible wound of any sort, they would hang in the air, each of them confused and scared as even those who waited for their chance to strike seemed quite off put by the horrid image this fruit's power had created. Sheathing his blade, Akuma would raise his hands, creating fluid motions as the heads began to spiral around one another at a rapid pace, dizying the minds within before placing them back upon their respective bodies. The bodies would instantly stop, fall, and struggle to get a grip on their surroundings once more.
"2."
The officer would nod again, clearly seeing truly what his crew were up against training with this demon. With a wave of his hand 3 more marines would rush in, each coming in at angles far from one another this time before entering the odd blue aura that had covered the training area. Fine. So they wished to play that game did they? Akuma checked his surroundings, he knew he could cut two of them with a single swipe, but that would leave the third at his back, a place he did not favor showing. Still, it was his best option. Turning quickly, he would create a large swipe of his blade, the legs and torsos of his attackers would separate, both swiftly falling to the ground.
"GAGH!"
With his back left open the third had enough time to close in and strike between his wings with his blunt training blade. Still, it hurt like hell, but it did create an odd sensation. The pain seemed to flow through him, feeling like an inner extension of the sensation he gained when using shambles. It hurt, but he felt as though he could redirect it. Forcing it down into his arm, and then his blade, he quickly thrust his weapon backwards, the pommel hitting hard into the stomache of his attacker. Not only would it hurt naturally, but a pulse of energy would force itself into the marine, equalling the force Akuma had felt, but on a far weaker body. He would scream out, not visibly damaged but easily forced down to his back, unable, or rather, unwanting to get back up. Feeling an odd confidence in his new powers, Akuma would use a single hand to fix those he had cut this time, not even caring to look in their direction.
"5."
Without a word or motion from the officer this time his men would run out towards the demon who had so easily taken down their friends. One would rush forward, bulky and tall in stature, carrying what could only be described as a miniature cannon on his shoulder, aimed towards Akuma. With no hesitation, he would fire a cannonball at what was technically a fellow marine. The demon did not flinch however, but instead cut through the air once more. Despite the men attempting to dodge, at least one would lose their head, and this was all he needed. With a quick movement of his hands, he had to act fast, the cannonball inches from him.
"Kokan Suru!"
In an instant, the cannonball would seemingly vanish, a peachy shape left in it's place, but, in a slow realization, the marines would turn the their ally had been cut, finding his head replaced with the cannonball they had fired, each of them futilely trying to flee as the cannonball exploded and sent them on their asses, leaving Akuma to grab the head from the air and toss it up and down, allowing it to see the havoc Akuma had wreaked on his body. It would heal in about a weak though, so there was nothing to truly worry about.
"10."
"Fine boy. You face me now! Men! With me!" What was a confident officer was now angered by the harming of his men was an angry beast wanting to avenge the humiliation of his troops. Akuma knew this officer well, and allowed the head he had gained to hover beside him as he tested something. A single slice was made towards only the officer as his men followed in an assault either side of him. Expecting it, the officer raised his arms, imbuing them with the technique of haki and preventing the cut from even taking place. For a moment, he smiled confidently, as if he was untouchable to this new ability the demon had presented. Of course, this would not be the case.
Grabbing the head at his side, he would toss it as it screamed towards his latest group of attackers. A marine would reach out to catch it, but would not even get close as, much like the cannonball, it was replaced by Akuma himself. "Emajenshi!"
In a second, the attackers had seen their opponent practically teleport towards them. His black wings hanging behind him creating the most sinister of silhouettes as his red eyes flashed out. Wasting no time, he would unleash a mighty swing, making contact with the haki enforcing officer, and with a wider enough swing to cut his men. Despite the power of his haki, the direct contact seemed to overpower it, the blade swiping through with no blood, but with the finest of slicers, cutting ever last one of the men in two as Akuma landed in the midst of their falling body parts. For a moment, he would remain silent, sheathing his blade with a calm motion that seemed to end his battle mindset. With a few more motions, the men were rearranged, back to their original forms and laying in awe at what they had just faced as the demon left for his room.
"Inform Admiral Miguel I am ready to aid him on his next mission..."
CODED BY SYLVIE
