Tsurugi no Mai (Open)

The wonders that the shinobi world had come up with never ceased to amaze. Naganori had found a room that was completely spherical. It was jet black and looked endless with small speckles of light at regular intervals. On the southwestern side of the room slightly was an image of the world that, and, like a strange genjutsu, all of the star speckles seemed to randomly light up and the world slowly revolved. There was at least one entrance to this room with a single cuff in it that he'd had place on his left ankle.

The instructions outside of the room stated clearly that this room was for use for ninja of all levels, but warned that usage of the cuff was dangerous. It allowed those in the room to create B-Rank sphere shaped projectiles that would travel from one of the star shapes and seek out. The little balls of light would move at B-Rank speed and power, but the room was designed to withstand at least that much damage.

In the very center of the room, held up by means unexplained and unknown to Naganori Miura, was a 50 meter cube motionlessly floating in the center of the room. It's surface had grid lines that denoted in 1 meter intervals. The masked would raise the black hood of his track suit over his head and push a button that extended a bridge to the middle of the room, marveling at the state of advancement. The ever-cool surface of the moon-like floor on his bare feet was refreshing on his feet. As the bridge pulled back, he'd begin by going through stretches. He'd expected no visitors in this faraway corner of the facility, so he relaxed a little.

It had been some time since Arthur had his latest adventure and that was the one wherein he had undertaken a client request to investigate a certain dilapidated house in the Heavenly Emporium area of the ninja world. During this, he had met a man from Kiri named Sero and the two had a brief back and forth after which Arthur had left and reported back to his client then about the house and it not being haunted and that it was merely her child's overactive imagination at work. Since then, he had once again gone back to his usual daily routine of ninja arts study, solving cases for various clients, running errands for the Kage's office and for other superior ranked ninja who gave them to him, among other things.

So, time had marched on in this manner for Arthur up till present day wherein he was deeply engrossed as per usual in his ninja arts studies and his other such obligations. However, he had found that he was hitting a wall in his progress, so he decided to take a break on this particular day from mental exertion and instead decided to engage in some modicum of physical exertion instead to clear his mind.

What better place for this than that Royal Kumo Training Facility place that I have heard about lately? Perhaps I should pay it a visit today for a brief few hours...

With that thought in mind, he got ready in short order and after equipping all of his usual ninja gear he headed out to said facility. Sadly, upon getting there, he had found most if not all the rooms occupied fully, save for one. However, when he entered, he saw that someone else had already beaten him to the punch, so to speak. So, as he entered, he called out as he drew near the bridge connecting the opposite ends of the room

"Greetings, I do hope you will not my usage of this room alongside you. Unfortunately, all the other rooms are currently fully occupied, so I had no choice but to come here. My apologies if I have interrupted any of your plans today concerning this room."

With that said in his usual businessman's perfectly cordial tone and with a polite smile on his face when saying it, Arthur fell silent and waited for the man on the other side to reply back if he so desired. While waiting, he found that he was required to put on an ankle cuff like the other man seemed to have on his ankle as well, so Arthur followed suit and put one on his right ankle as well. After that, he did some basic taijutsu stretches and quickly checked his gear which consisted of a simple leather vest he wore over his shirt, a pair of standard pants, his baldric which secured his wooden staff across his back with the top of the staff just peeking out above his shoulder, a hip pouch which was slightly out of view as it was strapped to his hip at the back and which contained his battle supplies, and lastly, of course his standard-issue ninja sandals. Naturally, he did so in as relaxed a manner as possible to avoid any misunderstanding with the man across the room from him. Of course, as always, Arthur was in his physical human disguise form today as well to avoid anyone detecting his true identity as a giant, sentient, chakra-capable spider and due to his mastery of human behavioral patterns, he was confident that his truth would not be found out today either.

---

OOC:

-Arthur's Appearance:



-Equipment On-Hand Currently:

• 1x Bo Staff (just barely visible diagonally over his left shoulder)
  
• 3x Flash Bombs (currently hidden and out of view in his hip pouch)
  
• 1x Baldric (worn across his torso, front strap visible, rear out of view)
  
• 1x Hip Pouch (currently hidden and out of view since strapped at rear of hip)
  
• 1x Med Kit (currently hidden and out of view in his hip pouch)
  
• 1x Vest (currently fully visible since worn over shirt on the outside on his upper torso)
  

-Post Count (For Arthur/AE007 Only):

[1]

Heavy breaths left Naganori's mouth. The ground around him was scorched, and he had burns along his clothes from many close calls from the spheres. The air smelled of burned ink and paper, a smell foreign to most. A scroll burned to ash at his feet as the door opened. The masked nin would stamp out the last of the burning crushing the scroll into dust. He'd give a subtle nod to the stranger walking in. Light build, ninja gear, formal speech, probably a weapon's user. He was an interesting sort. Most ninja he'd been around wouldn't have been so polite. This was very nice. The mask would shift, lifted slightly by a smile.

Naganori had his standard equipment as well. He was wearing a loose, dark, hooded tracksuit. He had two pouches one on his left thigh, one on his right hip. He been slightly crouched, but he'd stand back at his full height and lift one hand motioning the man, well maybe boy. He rode the line. It was hard to tell. He wasn't as loud in his manner as any of the Kumo-nin Naganori had met before.

"Nope. Come. Join me." Naganori would continue exercising though. He'd conjure a mental projection of the oni he'd fought with a little over a year ago. Tall, red hair, big build, yellow eyes, fanged smile: HerOni balled his fists. Beside him was the other who worked with them on that mission, a woman on a tall steed. She was fully armored with a white cloak and an odachi. Naganori would lightly whisper, "Begin." The phantasm of the two would come after Naganori who would begin sparring these ghosts.

As he sparred the phantasms, Naganori would wrack his brain one last time going through the bo staff users he'd heard of, but he couldn't actually think of one. "Is that" He'd deflect a punch from the yokai aimed at his chest. "Your weapon of choice, that staff?" The question was asked after the man had gone through his stretches and checked his equipment. The horse bound knight would charge, Naganori could feel the weight of it the hoof beats. Naganori would use the horses momentum kicking the knight in the chest. The knight would be launched off the horse disappearing back into memories.

As Naganori landed he'd notice an open palm on his ribs, and then pain. He'd be launched a few meters away, but he'd catch himself as his eyes would search where he'd been for the yokai. A blur would approach and a follow up swing would glance off of Naganori's arms as he'd raise a foot into the ribs of the yokai boy. With a crack this phantasm would also vanish.