Training Thread(Marx)

Training for

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Marx clicked his tongue at his surroundings, the sun still high in the sky, and the warmth basking the Earth, and he was completely lost already. It was kind of bad, he had never met anyone else with such a terrible sense of direction, and it was sort of depressing. However, the young water bred male did not let that bother him, he was out of there, and he was moving around all well and good already, trying to think of something to do as he went. Figuring that he was going southwards, bound for the land of abyss, so he imagined that learning how to use a sword properly was a good idea, especially one that could channel the powers of his future Nature element. This did not work simply as his kugjustu or kenjustu techniques would work in the future, it would be weak and rather ineffective, but sooner or later, he would get it to a scale that was on par with a even the dokusei clan.

As the blade was unhitched, he felt the unadulterated power sear through the weapon. Much potential was met in these hands, and he understood the power that he was willing to unleash using such a tool. As the weapon swung forth, he felt how comfortable it was in his hands. Where the normal Katanas were just lumps of metal, this felt like a true blade, one he knew he could command with ease and elegance, this was more than just a sword, it was an extension of his own existence, a tool crafted by his own kind to create even more devastation with their mastery of nature. Her chakra was drawn to it, a moth to a flame, and such a flame would be more than hypnotic to her, she wanted to cast it over the lands using it. As the chakra moved through the blade, she felt the weight of it easing a little, as though it was less than a weapon, and part of her more completely.

The tip ignited in green flames as he swept it up to the sky, hidden in the bright light of the sun. His eyes squinted against it, the brightness of the sun not something easily looked at, but the radiance surrounding the weapon was his goal, the insignificant flame at the end of the blade would soon become something so righteously powerful that it would outshine the sun. As the blade was lowered to the earth, Marx felt his pride dip a little as he looked at the small flame that adorned the weapon. The tip had ignited and had flowed around the outside of the weapon, dancing maybe an inch from the sword, a heat that would need to be pressed against something before the burning would be felt, not even enough to cauterize the average wound. Indignant that her first try at it was quite UN-astounding, he forced himself to think of the future, sure, it was small and pathetic now, but soon his mastery over the wood would shine brightly.

Holding the blade at arms length, he looked around, looking at it, the blade did look a little more intimidating when it was covered in wood, and the small roots dance around the edges. Sure, it was weak, but it did not mean other people understood that, they would merely see that a sword was controlling wood, which was always cool. The Nature would grow with knowledge and experience of the sword, which was enough for him, as he needed to concentrate on where he was going. The forest he had gotten lost in, had turned into a small town, and he looked around it. The air smelled salty, and he was rather confused by that, last time he had entered the west continent outside off the academy. Well, there had been sand, now it just smelled like... The ocean? How weird, perhaps he had been heading the wrong way all this time. Shrugging, he continued onwards into the town, he would hitch a ride from someone or something. Sheathing the sword, forgetting that it was ignited, he walked towards a rather grouchy female on the dock, as he was not comfortable talking to the big guys.

The woman had been rather mean, and Marx had been left stumbling over her words, and now he had found himself a birth on the ship somehow. It had been strange, but sitting in the birds nest at the top of the ship was kind of cool, he had free reign as long as he watched for trouble, and had a bunk when night fell. Now he was climbing the ropes to get to the small position at the top, he was wondering how he had managed such a feat. Well, it was too late for concern now, and too late to remember he had a fear of heights. Pursing his lips and refusing to look down, he forced himself upwards, the wind blowing his gold tinted hair as he moved upwards the rope shakily. Cowardice was not something faced with sympathy in the compound, so he was certainly not looking for someone to help her here, she knew she could do it on her own. The wind hit her back comfortably as he climbed, the rest of his equipment back in his new room, keeping his belt and sword on him.

As the wood was felt beneath his fingers, he felt relieved that there some solidity again, instead of just the rope beneath her. As he climbed onto the wooden nest, he felt a little more comfortable, despite the height of course, but now she was given free time to train, and as long as she kept an eye out for any danger, he figured it would be cool. Unhitching the lengthy blade from her back, she clasped the steel handle in her palm, feeling the power through her again. The current of her chakra was taken from her, a little more this time, even though it was still a small amount, and she hardly noticed it. As the green current went down his blade Marx would scan it he didn't know that this was his chakra showing it's true release which was Nature. This felt right, this was the course of power he wanted.

As the blade continued to dance before his eyes, he watched the energy dart onto the flat surface of the blade, however, the chakra were a lot lighter, leaving the blade with a still thin look, yet one that danced with energy, and looked like a blade comprised of only chakra and ghastly aura than of Platinum alloy beneath. The flames of the weapon, where they had only been about an inch prior, were now about half a foot from the blade, and it danced in the wind, but he could feel the heat extending from it, hell, the wood beneath it was burning a little. Realizing what he had done he raised the sword from the wooden barrier and accidentally stabbed it into the mast behind her. Crying out, he almost fell from the top of the nest, but he gripped the sword and stayed on, the mast beginning to catch fire. As he released the handle, the fire disappeared, leaving her relieved, but sort of worried about the stab and burn mark.

Looking down, he wondered if anyone had noticed, and it was lucky that they had not. he would be gone before anyone realized what she had done at least. Hopefully anyway. As the boat was risen and dropped by the tide, he began to get his sea legs, even being as high up as she was, it felt kind of cool. The young Ningyo male heard some noise below, and looked over the wooden barrier down, apparently one of the men had tried something to the captain, and she had chopped his head off, and it was quite disturbing. The body was tossed over the edge, and as the boat pulled away from the floating corpse, it began to jiggle weirdly. He did not understand it at first, but as a fin grazed the surface, he realized he was being eaten, and another sick feeling arose in the pit of his stomach. He did not want to become shark bait. Looking out over the seas he did her job finally, noticing something in the distance. A ship.

"Captain, there's a ship, uh... In that direction"



Everyone looked at him as he pointed in the direction, since he had no idea which direction it was, just that way. The female on the deck slapped her palm to her face and walked to the port side. Sneering, she turned and raised her fist.

"It's feeding time boys, get hitched up! You, boy, you fight with us or I'll kill you"



His heart sank.

This was not what he had signed up for.

The weapon still embedded in the wood, he reached back and tore it free, it looked like there was no way out of this one, he did not want to hurt anyone, but he did not want to lose his bunk, especially not here in the middle of the ocean. Well, with no choices before he, he supposed he could partake in a little action, he would not kill of course, he would leave that uncouth action to the pirates below, but he would act his part. Closing his eyes, not really looking forward to any of the following, he re-sheathed the blade and placed his hand on the ledge. His blade was enough for this fight, he did not need to gather her other materials from his room, the belt and the weapon would serve him well enough for this battle, especially if he was going to need little room to fight lots of people. This was a whole new variety of battle for him, never before had he fought on a moving battle ground. It was kind of exciting.

As he hopped the ledge and landed softly onto the deck below, many of the males gave him treacherous looks, but he forced himself not to shudder and went to the edge of the ship next to the captain. The red haired woman was scantily clad indeed, but she looked so small, much like herself, but guaranteed, if she could order the males behind them about, then she was indeed powerful. Atsui had hoped not to have too much trouble with this, but as the ship approaching them grew closer, it became obvious that they too, were pirates. Which meant the little fighting she believed she would need to partake in, had suddenly become an all out war on two boats. He shoulder sagged a little, he really would need to kill someone here, otherwise things could get troublesome, and they would most likely all die in the end. Survival, it was them or him.

The female next to her must have mistaken her sudden change of demeanor as fear of a fight as opposed to her attitude. Smacking the girl on the back, the female laughed and held her sword high in the air, as though this was supposed to make her feel better. All the men behind them roared out too, and faintly, he could hear the roars of the other ship too. At this distance, he could probably strike their ship with a kunai with an exploding tag and end the battle before it started, but he could feel his blade talking to her. It wanted him to master it, and he could only master it through using it, and it wanted to be in this fight. Swallowing thickly, he placed his hand on the blade, feeling the power course through him again, like every time, the sublime feeling of dominance coating him.

As the blade was unsheathed, the energy spread through it as it was pulled from the sheath, looking as though it had been ignited the entire time. The weapon rang out as she raised it into the sky along with everyone else's, the chakra shining bright in the sky. The female looked at the mighty weapon with hunger in her eyes, but Marx would not have any of it. This was his weapon, the female could go die if she wanted to place her filthy hands on it. As his emotions exploded with his heart racing, the energy began to dance brighter and more dangerously, as though answering his call for the strength. This would require a greater source of power to fight here, he would need the ability to incapacitate with extreme pain as opposed to actually full out killing. The energy of the weapon would be searing, and the pain of being caught in the energy would feel as though a wound had been opened and cauterized in milliseconds. The ship grew ever so close.

Marx moved the blade across his body in an instant, an arrow crashing against its hot platinum, instantly the wooden projectile absorbed into the blade. Sure, it would not have done anything to him if the arrow had hit him, but again, this was cooler, the fact that he had totally just denied some guy with a sweep of his hand and his awesome energy blade. The female next to her gave a small noise of surprise and awe at the fact the the red faced boy had moved so fast and so fluidly that he had stopped an arrow. However, that arrow was the catalyst of the fight, and people began to swarm, from both sides people swung from ropes attached to the riggings to get to the other boat, and the small boy prepared herself for it all. As a male came swinging right at him, he dropped from the air and tried to cleave Marx in half, but he was too quick, bringing his blade up to stop his own, he redirected to the side and drew the flat side of the sword along his ribcage.

he winced as he screamed in pain, the energy would rip through him forming roots, and even the stench of it got to her. But he would not be getting up from that wound easily, especially not as he was kicked in the face by another, trying to shut him up. The male spun around and blocked an attack from behind, the blade passing close to the males face as it did so, probably burning his eyes and the sensitive skin on his face, making him close them and look away. Perfect time. As her foot met his stomach, his face smashed off the flat of his sword and he screamed out until she struck him again in the face with his knee he had probably just killed this one by accident. His mother and Team Shogunate were two parts of his life that made her impossibly hard to defend against, meaning that if you were given head trauma, you were probably dead. There was no time to dwell though, he needed to keep going.

The blade flared as he spun, a small trail of fire behind his as he turned around, using the flat of the blade again to knock some guy out. He was unconscious before he could register the pain of being knocked in the head by a searing hot piece of metal, which was lucky for him. People seemed to notice the small angry boy with the flaming blade, and they noticed the fact that he was knocking people down left right and center, and now he was given a wide berth from most, but he had settled into her battle lust. As more and more pirates piled onto the ship, he became more confident and more amused by everything. It was as though he was moving at a far greater pace than everyone else. People fell before her, each time, he would knock them on their asses, at least one part of their body burned badly by his weapon, and their pride shattered by the small female, none of them having expected such a wrath from such a person, the captain perhaps, but the red faced youth no.

His body erupted with the heat as he fought, slowly draining the air of any moisture it contained, and the world around him would heat up, making the battle even more desperate, the dried throats of the pirates and their sweat, all of it caused by her. As the blade moved swiftly, he dismantled defense after defense, each one being brought down before his, screaming or unconscious. Unsure of how long it had been, he knew that the force could not last much longer. It was not until a blow caught him off guard with such fierce power that he was knocked through the battle. The wood splintered beneath his body as he crashed into the wooden wall of the ship, looking at what had struck him. A man of impossible proportions loomed over the battle, knocking people off the side of the ship, defending the people in front of them. His body was practically covered in shields.

"That's unfair..."

The wood snapped and cracked as he pulled himself from it, the wall mostly destroyed and the contents of the mess was shown to everyone up on deck. he was a little shaken from the blow, uninjured, but certainly shaken. His armored skin was more than enough to protect him from any injury the male thought he would have sustained, which was made clear by the expression he wore on his face as he got up. Clearly they had not expected to attack a ship containing an immortal. He had let go of his sword when he had been struck, and it now lay on the deck of the ship. The fight had been silenced and everyone was watching her, the sword, and the massive man coated in shields. There was a quick scramble from a man who jumped on her sword, possibly thinking that it held a special power, but he was quickly proven wrong as his skin was seared when it touched the metal. Atsui tried not to wince, but he could not help it, his scream was deafening. Stumbling back, he clutched his hand in agony, right before falling off the deck into the water.

The sword was still hotter than hell, and he had paid the price. As Marx walked for the sword, he knelt to it and picked it up in her right hand once again, feeling the warmth spread through her. The blade was once more back where it belonged. As the male in the shields stepped back, he advanced, holding the weapon outwards, pointing it at him, gesturing he was next. As he stepped back again, he moved, running at him, using the blade to cleave at his shield. he knew that the kinetic energy would be practically useless, but she was trying to force the metal to heat exponentially. If his shield grew to such a temperature, then he would not be able to wear it anymore, simple as that. However, as the weapon approached, he seemed to grow his wits back, and spun his shield rapidly. First simply the flame was sucked towards him, but then she felt herself also being pulled. His eyes widened and he fell forwards, slamming into the sheet of metal.

However, Marx was starting to get really annoyed with all this, and with the blade still in hand, and to his unprotected legs, he brought it across and through both of his shins. He froze, then released an inhuman scream as he tried to stumble backwards, but leaving both of his feet behind, blood poured from the wounds, and the Ningyo jammed his eyes shut so he did not have to witness it. His voice became distant, then a massive splash erupted from the water. He was certainly too heavy to be buoyant, and he realized that he had killed him. The weapon burned the blood off, the fire cleansing the blade again, leaving no reminder of the kill, but he knew, he knew. All of a sudden it was as though sound had restarted, and the battle exploded around him.

Standing and raising his weapon, he stopped two swords and used the fire on the weapon to melt through the swords and knocked both of them backwards, both of them suffering massive burns on their hands and chests from where the sword had landed. Both of them falling over, she moved over them, striking another male in the back with the flat of his sword and forcing him to scream out as his shirt caught on fire and the heat burned his back. There were very few pirates left, but the young girl could see that the captain of this ship was locked in a power struggle with the captain of the other. It did not seem like she was winning either, it would not have been a concern of hers if she did not think that by losing the captain, the ship would be lost. Quickly, she moved to the deck, the scarce remainder of enemy pirates escaping or dying, there was just the clean up.

The first few steps up the stairs were easily cleared, but the moment I hit the last step, I was hit by a powerful gust of wind that nearly threw me off the upper deck. Holding onto the banister, I kept my hold, and managed to move forwards. It appeared that both of the two captains possessed extraordinary power over the wind release, the massive bursts were exploding from each time their swords met, and the wind was being forced around them by the others wind Masters, forming a wall at each other that could not break each other. The full force was being fired around them, and the wind was enough to put out the fire of my blade, but I refused to let it stay unlit. As he struggled forward, he felt the almost tide lack actions of the wind as it forced itself through each blow, and looking at them, he was able determine when the massive gusts would occur.

It did not take long for the two too finish and unfortunatly the captain of his ship lost, there was nothing left too do but jump off the ship with the west continent in sight Marx would grip his blade only too see it had changed into something more.