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► After making a full recovery Miyabita decided he should put his fire style training on hold. He hadn't learned enough to be satisfied yet but felt that he should put his body through a workout. He had been taking it easy and using his recovery time to work on chakra control and casting jutsu. He needed to see how well he healed so he decided to head to the dojo it was finally time to work on his Suiken: Drunken Fist. he arrived and immediately found a private room to work in. He didn't need anyone else from the village seeing him drunk they might get the wrong idea or something either way he thought a private room would be the best course of action. When he entered the room he picked a scroll of the wall teaching the basics of this style

S t a g e ○ O n e [1]

► Drunken Dancing 1/1 He opened the scroll and browsed the first technique. He smiled and was a bit surprised he was expecting some kind of stances or something. The first technique required him to simply get drunk and dance around. "Okay how hard can this be" he said shrugging his shoulders. he gripped the flask on his waist with his right hand unhinging it. He popped of the top of the flask and smiled staring into the tiny dark hole. "Well bottoms up" he said before chugging the raspberry sake inside the flask. The sake tasted bitter and he cleared his throat almost immediately his mouth was filled with a a sweet after taste. A few minutes later his eyes sagged and his cheeks became a rosey color. He was alas drunk and ready to learn the technique. "Oghhh Kaaaay hereah weh gooooo" he said with slurred speech. his knees bent in towards each other and his arms sagged he brought them up by his sides. He began to sway back and forth. Moving his right foot out then quickly his left to support himself so that he would fall. He continued to moved around the dojo dancing if thats what you would call it. He pictured himself moving majestically as if doing the tango with a pretty girl. If anyone actually saw him they would probably think something was wrong with him but hey he didn't care he was drunk.

► Drunk Dropper 1/1 He continued to dance in a vivacious manner. His moves appearing fluid having glanced at all the E ranked techniques he felt it was time to try the next one. It was a simple one-two combo that had no specifications on what need to be done. This style was unpredictable thus was the point you were supposed to give in allow your body to move on its own. He twirled extending his right arm and thrusting a powerful jab. He bent his body over to the side placing his right hand on the ground for support, he swung his left leg in a round house motion placing it back onto the floor. He spun again coming up to his feet. "Woooagh iiiii dizzzzzzyy" he said smiling and laughing then burping.

► Fallen Drunk 1/1 He continued to smile looking goofy and began to suddenly fall back. Everything moved in slow motion Miyabita now lay flat on his back staring at the roof of the dojo laughing."Ahhhhh i goooo falley on myyy bachk" He elevated his right knee placing the foot flat on the mat. He other leg lay straight. He stretched his right leg out and pulled forward dragging himself across the floor. He continued to to do so building momentum. He kicked with his left foot picking his body up of the floor and onto his right foot. He jabbed with his left hand his left leg still in the air but bent beside him. He kicked of the ground with his right foot bending it. He flipped and took his left leg and extended it in a falling heel drop. He fell back flat on his back and continued to laugh at himself.

S t a g e ○ T w o [2]

►Headbutt 1/3 He slithered back up as if his body was a snake back on his two feet. He moved with drunken passion and drunken grace over to the wall scroll area plucking the next level of techniques from the shelf and returning the one he had taken from it before. He moved over to the training dummy idol. it had been stationary and wasn't moving a perfect suite for the next technique.

► 2/3 He stared at the dummy and began to speak with it. "Heeeey whaaay aren't you moving" the dummy gave no reply. Miyabita didn't get the message he began to tap the dummy "yooooo whooo immaaa talkkkknin to you". Still the dummy gave no reply he shoved it with his right hand unaware of how much force he had used. He was sent flying back and moved his legs to catch himself. Now bent over backwards he said "okaaay thaats how wereah gonna playyy aren't we" Her swung his body forth and landed a head butt on top of the idol's head chipping it a bit.

►3/3 The pain should have been immediate but it didn't hurt because the alcohol had numbed the pain from the headbutt. He clutched his head with open hands it had been shaking and he had double vision but in his drunken haze he wouldn't see it as such "OOOOOucchhh why'd you go and do that for i thoyught we were friends" he said. When he looked at the idol he was disoriented and he saw two instead of one spinning around. He hiccuped and said "Uggh whoes your friend, nooooooooo i am your only friend he headbutt but nothing was there he fell over and onto his belly. He rolled over onto his back. "Ahhhh i think i need another drink" he said

► Crazy Legs 1/4 He swung his legs over his head and back rolled back onto his feet almost falling back over. He swung his right leg and gain the momentum and then jumped extending his left leg for a high kick. He landed back on the ground and rolled forth back onto his two feet.

► 2/4 He moved around the dojo throwing routine punches and kicks around. He stumbled over falling to the ground in grace. As if intended he would turn this into an attack.

► 3/4 No move was wasted he moved as if a fluid. He used his two hands to break his fall. Placing his palms flat on the dojo mat. When he fell he pushed his arms up and went into a hands stand and began to twirl his legs.

► 4/4 His legs moved as if they were helicopter blades. His hands following to keep the rotation going this was a deadly series of kicks that would be directed towards an enemy. He pushed of the ground with his right hand and landed on his feet. He slouched over taking a stance curving his arms but extending the right one ahead of the left and facing them away from his chest as a means to attack and even for protection. He was ready to move onto the next set of techniques.

S t a g e T h r e e [3]

► Slapfest 1/4 Miyabita stood and stared at the idol. He smiled goofy and said "HEhe you looook funnnie". He tiled over falling but quickly getting back up and looking around "I'm okay he" said in an almost panicked and frantic voice.

► 2/4 He closed his eyes and screamed "Ahhh Who turned the lights out". He laughed "Hahaha i got you" he said pointing at the idol who stared blankly at him. "Ohhh so not are you only mean you don't have a sense of humor either".

► 3/4 He became frustrated with the idol and its rudeness. He walked over to it giving it a hard slap across the face. "Ha see your not soooo tough now are ya........will you buy me another drink".

► 4/4 The idol still gave no answer and it drove Miyabita insane. He focused chakra in to his palms. And in a blind fury he began to slap the idol repeatedly. A loud sound could be heard each time a slap connected with the idol and he kept going. "This is what happens when you wanna be mean" he said screaming at the idol in between his slaps of fury. A few moments later he stopped and looked at the Idol. "I'm sorry" he said and gave it a hug god it was fun being drunk.

► Drunken Counterblow 1/4 He leaned into much on his hug. He slid down the idol's frame and because it had no arms he feel to its feet. He accidentally hit his head on the knob on the way down causing the rotation of the idol to commence.

► 2/4 He pushed himself up using his arms. The idol spun and hit him in the back of the head. "OUUUUCHHH"!!! he yelled he rolled back putting distance between himself and the idol. It almost sounded like he was sobbing "First i hug you and you don't hug me back and let me fall. Then you hit me when I'm down Whyyyyy"!

► 3/4 He began to take a stance. His right leg stood straight as solid as a rock. His left leg began to elevate then bend. His arms raised in front of his face for protection. He hooped closer to the idol now within its range. He could see the punches and kicks and reacted to all of them with a series of blocks and counters. In his drunken state he was more loose, more fluid like and moved in ways he would be able to if not drunk.

► Jazz Hands 1/4 He placed his hands down to his sides. He backed away from the idol and stared at it for a second. He walked over and increased the speed a bit.

► 2/4 He raised his hands to guard his face but constantly moved them. He moved them to guard many different areas of his body. He was become more fluid like and more comfortable with arm movement while using his drunken fist style.

► 3/4 He moved in close to the idol. He started of simply blocking, parrying, and dodging on coming kicks and punches. It was fairly easy since he was becoming more and more comfortable with the style.

► 4/4 He began to throw fast jabs into the routine with the idol. The punches were fast and and accurate. He was entering the next stage of drunken bliss and on his way to becoming a master of the style.

S t a g e F o u r [4]

► Rancid Breath 1/9 He walked over to the flask. He picked it up and shook it he thought it was empty. He had dropped it but none escaped from the flask because it was already about half empty.

► 2/9 He stared into the tiny hole of the flask. A wide smile appeared on his face. "I haveeee more magicc juicey" he said swigging his sake.

► 3/9 He held it in his mouth he didnt want the bitter taste. He swirled it around his mouth the sweet taste filled the space inside.

► 4/9 He focused the chakra in his mouth. The sake began to turn bitter. Something he hadn't been used to.

► 5/9 The taste was a mixture of what he expected a farm to taste like. That mixed with a sewage plant. It was rancid and disgusting.

► 6/9 The taste caught him off guard and he spit it out. The sake landed on the idol. A green smoke could be seen raising off of the idol.

► 7/9 He walked over to it. He could smell it from where he stood, but against his better judgement he leaned in. He pressed his nose against the idol.

► 8/9 He inhaled deeply. Breathing in through his nose. The smell was immediate and rancid.

► 9/9 He jumped back. Grabbing his nose with both hands "Woghah That smells horrible". He gagged holding in vomit. After a few seconds his smelled returned to normal. "God that is a strong odor" he said shaking his head it threw off his senses.

► Drunken Deception 1/7 He picked back up his flask and took another swig of alcohol. He spit it out into a mist at the idol. It rained down into the idol's eyes.

► 2/7 He smiled it was another technique common in Suiken: Drunken Fist. The user spits alcohol in the face of the enemy. They become blind and disoriented.

► 3/7 This was the perfect time to bust out a combo. The person affected was completely at the mercy of the user. Was it unfair? Yes it was an unfair technique creating an unfair advantage.

► 4/7 But hey who said fighting was fair. It was all about who survived. Suiken: Drunken Fist was a great technique to learn. It was a mixture of fighting with grace and fighting dirty.

► 5/7 He continued his combo with a flurry of punches and kicks. He jabbed with his left and then his right. The punches were quick and had good force to them. Hitting the idol in the chest.

► 6/7 He threw in a series of kicks. High ones low ones round houses. His body moved in ways he wouldn't be able to without the aid of alcohol.

► 7/7 He finished off with 3 hits. A quick jab to the throat with his left hand. It would cause the enemy to become disoriented clutching their throat. He pulled his right arm back and thrust it forward punching the idol in the ribs. He leg sweep ed with his left leg.

Influenced Battle Dancer 1/9 He stopped the combo. And backed away from the idol his body tingled. He felt a type of way he had never felt before.

► 2/9 He entered a heightened state. He was at the apex of his drunkenness. It was blissful. He was able to see things in a new light.

► 3/9 He could move faster but some how it felt slower. He used his speed appearing in front of the idol. He threw a flurry if punches.

► 4/9 His speed was impressive. In his drunken state everything faded to black. He could see things much clearer hear better and was less predictable.

► 5/9 He continued his merciless assault on the idol. He began to wither away at the wood. It chipped and stray pieces of wood flew from the idol.

► 6/9 He jumped into the air. He used his left hand and placed it on the head of the idol. And flipped over it he landed on his extended arm.

► 7/9 He pushed his legs out kicking the idol in the back. He fell to the ground and pulled his legs back pushing them up and landing back onto his feet. he continued to assault the idol with a series a punches and kicks.

► 8/9 He was numb the punches he could tell hit with great force. but he couldn't feel them he felt great and he was enjoying his drunken fury. "Here we go one last time".

► 9/9 He began to feel the effects wearing off. He was slowing down but was still moving at a heightened state. He continued to attack the dummy then moved away. He had returned to normal his heart rate slowed his hands trembled for a minute and were red. He loved every second he was finally happy to be training again.

► Drunken Tango 1/9 He was ecstatic he was finally able to return to hard training. He needed a physical workout he had been working with fire style until this point.

► 2/9 He began to dance again but it wasn't a normal dance. He twisted his body and it would work on his muscles more. He moved more agile becoming more and more familiar with drunken fist.

► 3/9 He began to sway back and forth with drunken elegance. Spinning and twirling around the idol dodging it spinning fists and twirling kicks. He was practicing moving more elegantly raising his agility.

► 4/9 He was truly happy he had done a lot of work today. His body may feel slightly sore tomorrow. He smiled he would deal with that later and if it were an issue.

► 5/9 He was back to doing what was most important to him training. After being put in the hospital one thing became more clear to Miyabita. He needed more power to prevent anything from happening to his loved ones again.

► 6/9 He needed strong chakra. A powerful and crushing physical body. It was important he was the wielder of a sharigan and needed the appropriate body to use it.

► 7/9 It didn't matter what happened to him he would achieve more power at any cost. He continued to dance around the idol throwing vicious punches and kicks in its direction.

► 8/9 all landed with the grace and power that you would expect a Hyugga clansman to have through utilization of their gentle fist style. In this state his limiters went away he feared nothing his body moved spastic-ally there was nothing he couldn't do.

► 9/9 He focused on delivering a series of quick jabs to the chest of the idol chest. In serious concentration the continued pressure from the attacks would probably damage an actual persons rib cage. Causing it to collapse in on the lugs which would probably mean an instant and painful death for whoever involved. He was becoming more and more deadly with his jutsu, his katana, and even his hands and he enjoyed every second of it.