Island Kano Country

Dream · Oct 6, 2024

KANO COUNTRY

Roland’s fingers hovered over the trigger of his revolver as Chinjao leapt back, his Awareness Haki just barely catching the old warrior’s intent. ' Damn... he's faster than he looks. If I didn’t have this edge, I’d be dead already. ' His eyes followed Chinjao’s movement, tracking the subtle shifts in his stance, the way his muscles coiled for another strike. ' He’s not running. He’s resetting the fight. '

“Fast? Bah! That’s nothin’! He’s runnin' scared!” Grog’s voice cut through Roland’s thoughts, the giant Viking’s laugh booming as he hefted his axe with raw, brutish confidence.

' Running scared? Nah, ' Roland thought, keeping his expression cool despite the churn of thoughts racing through his mind. 'Chinjao’s no fool. He’s regrouping, waiting for us to slip up. '

Roland spun his revolver lazily, shooting Grog a glance. “Yeah, sure, scared stiff, alright. But here’s the thing, big guy—if we don’t stay sharp, he’ll make us the scared ones.” His tone was light, almost playful, but inside, he was already calculating. ' I need to hit him hard enough to keep him on the back foot. A regular shot’s not going to cut it. Gotta go stronger... gotta put the pressure on before he turns this around. '

Grog grinned wide, oblivious to the tension in the air. “Aye! You shoot, I’ll swing! He can’t dodge both of us!”

' No, he probably can, ' Roland thought, but kept the sarcasm to himself. ' This guy’s no pushover. One wrong move, and we’re toast. His hand tightened around the grip of his revolver as he weighed his options. A stronger bullet, one with Haki... that might slow him down, at least give Grog an opening to land a hit.

"Alright," Roland said, his grin not quite matching the seriousness in his eyes.

"You swing, I’ll shoot. But make it count, Grog."

'I’m not missing this shot. This one's got to hurt him. '

As Chinjao landed, Roland’s Awareness Haki picked up a flicker of intent—another fast attack, something powerful. ' Here it comes again. Time to show him we’re not just playing around. ' His thumb cocked the hammer back, aiming squarely at Chinjao’s shoulder, hoping to disrupt his next move.

With a sharp crack, the Haki-infused bullet shot from the barrel with Grog appearing to lunge into the air as haki bloomed through his axe that came swinging down.

" ᚡᚨᛚᚺᚨᛚᛚᚨ'ᛋ ᚨᚱᚱᛁᚡᚨᛚ "

Awareness Path
This archetype‘s main path is Awareness and it’s secondary path is Precognition. This archetype focuses on one’s ability to sense the presence of others, and allows one to sense the power and emotions of others by their “voice”. This Archetype has limited precognition abilities. Fujitora is an example of this archetype.

Mastery	Primary Path
1-100	The user can sense anything within (Mastery x 2) meters of themselves when CoO is activated. Adds sensing emotions, killing intent, power level, and general health. At 81+, sensory ability becomes passive within half the user’s maximum range.

Roland has 89 mastery
81 / 2 = 40.5 meters becoming passive

Roland Bullet = 100 (Large Building Level) + DPR S (+4) + CoA (+2) = Small Country Level
Grog Attack Potency = Grog Str = 100 (Large Building Level) + DPR S (+4) + CoA (+2) = Small Country Level

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Edited as wrong part was colored to show thought

God_Usopun · Oct 22, 2024

KANO COUNTRY #5
@Dream

[Don Chinjao vs. Roland Sparda and Grog Strongjaw]

Chinjao's eyes narrowed as he landed, his feet digging into the ground, stabilizing himself as he surveyed the battlefield. The younger warriors before him were more skilled than he had anticipated, their teamwork seamless. Roland's precision with his Haki-infused bullets and Grog's brute strength became problematic. His mind raced, quickly assessing the situation.

"They're good... but I've seen better," Chinjao muttered, his body coiling like a spring ready to strike again. His observation Haki had caught Roland's intent, the sharp awareness flickering in the background of his senses. They were preparing for another coordinated strike.

His old warrior instincts screamed at him to push forward, to crush them with his legendary headbutt technique once more, but another voice whispered in his mind, caution. He had fought long enough to know when a fight was approaching disaster. These two were strong, but if they managed to overwhelm him with their synchronized attacks, it could become a defeat. Not yet. Not like this.

Grog's laugh boomed across the field as the Viking prepared his next strike. Chinjao could feel the tremors of the Haki-infused axe as Grog lunged forward, intent on meeting him head-on once more. "He's reckless... but dangerous." Chinjao's gaze shifted to Roland, who had his revolver primed for another shot. That one was the real threat. the one with the precision to exploit even the tiniest opening.

"I've got to think smarter. These two aren't going to back off... but I can't afford to give them what they want." Chinjao's muscles tensed as his decision solidified. The veteran fighter was not afraid of retreating if it meant preserving his strength for the subsequent encounter. Victory wasn't always about brute force; and it was about survival.

As Roland's bullet whistled through the air, crackling with Haki, and Grog's axe descended, Chinjao moved. Rather than meeting their attacks head-on, he darted backward, using his immense speed to evade the brunt of their force. His Observation Haki flared, guiding him through the storm of strikes, his movements fluid and calculated.

With a sharp breath, Chinjao pivoted away from the impact zone, narrowly dodging the combined onslaught. The ground where he had stood moments ago erupted into a cloud of dust and debris as Grog's axe and Roland's bullet collided with nothing but air.

Chinjao straightened, the tension in his muscles easing slightly as he put more distance between himself and his opponents. His goal was to escape no matter what, as he did not see a way of winning currently.

Reaction/Movement Speed:

101 Sub-realistic Speed

Dream · Oct 27, 2024

KANO COUNTRY

Post 29 - @God_Usopun

Roland’s gaze tightened as he struggled to track Chinjao’s blinding movements, each step an erratic flash as the old warrior darted around them like a phantom. His Observation Haki flickered with fragmented glimpses of Chinjao’s intent, but the sheer speed left Roland barely able to piece it together. He could see him—just barely—but it was like watching a lightning storm: each movement was almost visible but too fast to predict entirely.

Rolands Observation Haki, mastery: 89

The user can sense anything within (Mastery x 2) meters of themselves when CoO is activated. Adds sensing emotions, killing intent, power level, and general health.
At 81+, sensory ability becomes passive within half the user’s maximum range.

Using the passive sensory ability due to the nature of what is before Roland and Grog:
89 / 2 = 44.5 meters (will bring down to 40 meters for this)

' Too damn close ', Roland thought, finger hovering over his revolver’s trigger as he calculated every twitch of Chinjao's body. Chinjao wasn’t just fast; his movements were honed from years of relentless battle. Every dodge, every step—it was precise, as if calculated to keep him a hair’s breadth away from danger. Roland felt his pulse quicken, his Awareness Observation Haki straining to keep up. ' If I can just get one clear shot... '

Beside him, Grog swung his axe in wide arcs, a grin stretching across his face, his laughter booming through the air, oblivious to the difficulty. "Roland! Did ya see that? He’s slippery as an eel, but we’ll pin him yet!” Grog’s moves were powerful, relentless, but his brute strength couldn’t catch Chinjao’s incredible agility.

“Yeah, just… try not to blink, big guy,” Roland muttered under his breath, keeping his voice steady despite the strain. His revolver tracked the faint blur of Chinjao as best as he could, instinct pushing him to follow Chinjao’s slight pauses, the moments where he shifted weight. ' One clear shot ', he thought again, heart hammering. The moment Chinjao stopped to pivot, Roland would have his opening.

But Chinjao’s movements were like liquid, never giving Roland enough time to line up his shot before shifting in a different direction. Each time he thought he had him, Chinjao was already gone, a mere ripple in the air.

God_Usopun · Oct 27, 2024

KANO COUNTRY #6
@Dream

[Don Chinjao vs. Roland Sparda and Grog Strongjaw]

Chinjao's eyes narrowed, each movement precise, every feint an invitation for his opponents to make a mistake. He'd faced countless warriors over the years; though skilled and powerful, these two didn't unnerve him. They only sharpened his resolve.

As he sidestepped Grog's sweeping axe strikes, he felt the sheer force behind each one. Grog was strong but reckless, and each attack created openings that Chinjao could exploit. With quick pivots, he slipped out of reach, watching every shift in Grog's muscles through the focus of his Observation Haki, reading each telegraphed move.

The gunslinger, however, was a different challenge. Roland's patience radiated through his calm stance, like a predator waiting for its prey to make the wrong move. A slight smirk crossed Chinjao's face as he danced back, noting the calculated poise in Roland's aim. "A clever one," he thought, acknowledging the sharp focus behind Roland's eye.

Grog's next swing cut close, forcing Chinjao to shift. They were coordinating, maneuvering him into a trap. He could see how they moved in sync, each attack closing in and herding him. His mind raced, instincts kicking in as he saw the flash of Roland's gun barrel.

It was now or never.

Aware of their strategy, Chinjao braced himself, quickly coating his head in Armament Haki. With a mighty leap, he lunged to the side, the bullet grazing his shoulder as he twisted mid-air, a sharp sting that underscored their intent. The hit propelled him faster, fueling his momentum.

"They think they can box me in? I'll break through," he thought, a fierce glint in his eyes.

Landing smoothly, he steadied himself, focusing his energy with resolve. He had gauged their strength, and it was time to remind them of his own.

Chinjao's breaths grew heavier as he took a small step back. The relentless pace was taking its toll, his muscles tightening, his once-vigorous moves slowing with the weight of fatigue. Each dodge, each leap drained him a bit more, fractions that he knew could be costly.

"Can't keep this up much longer," he thought, his steely gaze tempered with pragmatism. He'd come here to fight, but pushing beyond his limits against these two wouldn't be wise. He needed a moment to regroup, a brief retreat to conserve his energy for when it mattered.

With that thought, Chinjao prepared his escape. He'd unleash one last shockwave to buy himself precious seconds. His head remained fortified in Armament Haki, his final shield against their onslaught.

With a fierce battle cry, Chinjao slammed his Haki-infused head into the ground. A tremor exploded outward, a shockwave of dust and debris rising around him, obscuring him from sight.

"That should keep them busy long enough," he thought, his stance braced as he prepared to exit.

Dream · Nov 3, 2024

KANO COUNTRY

Post 30 - @God_Usopun

Roland’s keen gaze tracked Chinjao’s faint shadow within the dust cloud, his Observation Haki straining as he just barely kept up with the blur that was the legendary fighter. Every instinct told him this man was about to make a move—one Roland needed to anticipate if they had any chance of boxing him in.

With a flicker of impatience masked by his usual trickster grin, Roland let out a quiet chuckle. “Heh, gotta hand it to him—Chinjao’s moving like a fox in a henhouse. Can’t quite pin him down, though, now can we?”

Grog grunted, eyes squinting as he swung his axe through the thick haze. “Bah! Like fighting a ghost, this one! He’s there one second, then gone! Bet I’d catch him if he didn’t wiggle so much!” Grog’s gruff voice carried across the clearing, a little frustration seeping through his normally boisterous tone.

“Keep that axe ready, big guy,” Roland called over, smirking as he clicked the hammer of his revolver, eyes trained ahead, “but might help if you actually hit something that’s, y’know… there.” He flicked his revolver up, carefully studying the movement patterns through the dust, but even with his sharp senses, Chinjao was slipping out of sight, like smoke through his fingers.

A slight shiver down Roland’s spine told him Chinjao was closer than he appeared, a barely noticeable flicker in his Observation Haki confirming it. His aim adjusted instinctively, feeling the flicker of Chinjao’s intent through the haze, but Roland knew the speed difference was far from negligible. ' One wrong step, and I’m done ' , he thought, a calculated seriousness darkening his gaze for a split second.

Grog, swinging his axe in frustration as he tried to make out the older man’s figure, finally stomped his foot, sending a small tremor through the ground. “Hold still, old man!” he bellowed, teeth gritted. Grog was used to the wild thrill of combat, but this was just plain irritating.

But Chinjao’s counterattack came quick as lightning. The ground cracked with the full force of his Haki-infused headbutt, sending an explosive shockwave outward, a wall of debris surging like a storm around them. Roland grunted, reflexes kicking in as he sidestepped the wave, barely missing the brunt of the shockwave as he kept his revolver trained forward. But his patience was running thin, and Chinjao’s skill was pushing his limits.

In the aftermath of the shockwave, Roland’s smirk slipped just slightly, a hard edge cutting through his usual trickster demeanor. “Grog, maybe try not lettin’ him bait you. That head of his could probably crack steel,” he called, his voice steady yet tainted with a hint of urgency.

Grog blinked, glancing over his shoulder, and gave a toothy grin. “Ya mean his old headbutt’s the only thing he’s got goin’ for him? I could take a whack at it!”

Roland snorted, taking a slow, steadying breath as he tightened his grip on the revolver. “Not if he decides to turn tail again,” he muttered, almost to himself, while observing Chinjao as he prepared to make a calculated retreat. 'Smart old fox. '

God_Usopun · Nov 4, 2024

KANO COUNTRY #7
@Dream

[Don Chinjao vs. Roland Sparda and Grog Strongjaw]

Chinjao could feel the intensity of their observation of Haki, the way it brushed against his presence like a net trying to capture a swift fish. He smirked, catching snippets of their conversation as he moved within the dust cloud. Roland’s sharp gaze was on him, tracking every faint shift, every flicker of movement, and Grog was swinging wildly, his frustration mounting with every miss.

He thought they were trying to box me in, his seasoned mind analyzing their strategy even as fatigue tugged at his muscles. He had to give them credit. Their combined effort was relentless. But if they thought he’d let himself be cornered like a wild beast, they were sorely mistaken.

With a swift decision, Chinjao channeled his Armament Haki, coating his head in a dense, hardened layer. He knew one more powerful attack might drain him further, but it was the price to pay for an effective exit. He slammed his head down in one fluid motion, releasing a ground-shattering shockwave. The force cracked the earth, sending a fresh wave of debris and dust to thicken the haze around him, obscuring his form even further.

He could feel the sharp gaze of Roland tracking him and the heavy tremor of Grog’s impatient stomps as the Viking sought him out. They’re still close. If I want to leave, I need to move now.

The smirk on Chinjao’s face faded as exhaustion settled deeper. His body felt the toll, each movement a bit slower, each breath a little heavier. But his mind was sharp, and his resolve was iron. He took one last look at the two, grudgingly respecting their tenacity. Then, like a shadow melting into the night, he stepped back into the cover he had created, his form vanishing into the swirling chaos.

Dream · Nov 5, 2024

KANO COUNTRY

Post 31 - @God_Usopun

When the cloud settled, Roland shot a glance at Grog, who was dusting himself off, grinning ear to ear. “Not bad for an old-timer, huh?” he bellowed. “I’ll give him that! The old goat can pack a punch!”

“Yeah, I’ll give him credit,” Roland replied, brushing dirt off his coat, the corners of his mouth lifting into a smirk. “But he won’t slip away so easily.”

Grog’s brow furrowed. “You mean he got away? Just like that? No proper fight? What’s the fun in that?” He pouted, arms crossed.

Roland squinted through the swirling dust, his gun still aimed at Don Sai, determination etched on his face. The chaotic scene around him was a whirlwind of movement and tension, but a spark of inspiration ignited in his mind. 'Why chase after Chinjao when I could lure him out like a moth to a flame? ' He leaned into his realisation, a sly grin creeping onto his lips as he turned his attention back to Sai. “You know, Sai,” he called out, his voice steady and clear, “I hear there are a lot of innocent people around here. Must be quite a sight for a bunch of merciless gunslingers like us, wouldn’t you agree?”

Grog, still swinging his axe wildly and catching the dust in his laughter, caught the shift in Roland’s tone. “Yeah! I mean, if Chinjao doesn’t show himself, maybe we should start making a little ruckus! Maybe break a few things? I hear the market square’s full of shiny stuff!” He grinned, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

“Exactly, big guy!” Roland said, fully embracing the idea. “We wouldn’t want anything to happen to those precious little shops and homes, now would we?” He turned his focus back to Sai, his voice dropping into a low, conspiratorial tone. “I’d hate to see what might happen if our dear old friend Chinjao doesn’t come out to play.”

He could almost feel the weight of Chinjao’s absence pressing down like an impending storm, and Roland seized the moment. “Come on, Chinjao! We know you’re watching. Let's settle this Grandpa.”

Grog, not one to grasp the subtlety of tactics, joined in with an eager nod. “Yeah, we could really use a little help here, Chinjao! I mean, what’s the worst that could happen if we start wrecking the place? It’ll be fun!”

With every word, Roland felt the threads of tension weave tighter around them. His Awareness Haki buzzed, brushing against the faintest shifts in Chinjao’s intent, each flicker barely registering in his mind. But he knew the old warrior was there, lurking just beyond the edges of visibility, considering his next move.

“Don’t make me go after one of your friends or Sai,” he warned, eyes darting to Grog, who was still grinning like a child with a new toy. “It’d be a shame if we had to get messy just to draw him out. I’m sure he wouldn’t like it if we just ‘accidentally’ turned some of his beloved citizens into collateral damage.”

Grog threw his head back in laughter, the sound echoing in the charged air. “Collateral damage! Sounds like a fancy word for messin’ things up! I’m all for it! Let’s get this party started!” He raised his axe high, the blade catching the light. “Chinjao can’t hide forever!”

Lamby · Nov 14, 2024

Kano Country - Lamby Edition #1

Dream said:
KANO COUNTRY
Post 31 - @God_Usopun

When the cloud settled, Roland shot a glance at Grog, who was dusting himself off, grinning ear to ear. “Not bad for an old-timer, huh?” he bellowed. “I’ll give him that! The old goat can pack a punch!”

“Yeah, I’ll give him credit,” Roland replied, brushing dirt off his coat, the corners of his mouth lifting into a smirk. “But he won’t slip away so easily.”

Grog’s brow furrowed. “You mean he got away? Just like that? No proper fight? What’s the fun in that?” He pouted, arms crossed.

Roland squinted through the swirling dust, his gun still aimed at Don Sai, determination etched on his face. The chaotic scene around him was a whirlwind of movement and tension, but a spark of inspiration ignited in his mind. 'Why chase after Chinjao when I could lure him out like a moth to a flame? ' He leaned into his realisation, a sly grin creeping onto his lips as he turned his attention back to Sai. “You know, Sai,” he called out, his voice steady and clear, “I hear there are a lot of innocent people around here. Must be quite a sight for a bunch of merciless gunslingers like us, wouldn’t you agree?”

Grog, still swinging his axe wildly and catching the dust in his laughter, caught the shift in Roland’s tone. “Yeah! I mean, if Chinjao doesn’t show himself, maybe we should start making a little ruckus! Maybe break a few things? I hear the market square’s full of shiny stuff!” He grinned, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

“Exactly, big guy!” Roland said, fully embracing the idea. “We wouldn’t want anything to happen to those precious little shops and homes, now would we?” He turned his focus back to Sai, his voice dropping into a low, conspiratorial tone. “I’d hate to see what might happen if our dear old friend Chinjao doesn’t come out to play.”

He could almost feel the weight of Chinjao’s absence pressing down like an impending storm, and Roland seized the moment. “Come on, Chinjao! We know you’re watching. Let's settle this Grandpa.”

Grog, not one to grasp the subtlety of tactics, joined in with an eager nod. “Yeah, we could really use a little help here, Chinjao! I mean, what’s the worst that could happen if we start wrecking the place? It’ll be fun!”

With every word, Roland felt the threads of tension weave tighter around them. His Awareness Haki buzzed, brushing against the faintest shifts in Chinjao’s intent, each flicker barely registering in his mind. But he knew the old warrior was there, lurking just beyond the edges of visibility, considering his next move.

“Don’t make me go after one of your friends or Sai,” he warned, eyes darting to Grog, who was still grinning like a child with a new toy. “It’d be a shame if we had to get messy just to draw him out. I’m sure he wouldn’t like it if we just ‘accidentally’ turned some of his beloved citizens into collateral damage.”

Grog threw his head back in laughter, the sound echoing in the charged air. “Collateral damage! Sounds like a fancy word for messin’ things up! I’m all for it! Let’s get this party started!” He raised his axe high, the blade catching the light. “Chinjao can’t hide forever!”

[Don Chinjao vs Roland Sparda and Grob Strongjaw]

"Maniacal little bastards..." Muttered Chin Jao, amidst the swirling fog. The thick haze he had used to perfectly disguise himself though he wasn't cut completely from perception. "They're trying to draw me out." Quickly deduced the old timer. The remnants of his haki quickly fading away, as soft exhale exited his mouth.

"To involve civilians in that manner- Are they really willing to back up their claim? The threat of collateral just to bring me back into the light, exhaustion had already held me by it's reigns. I tire, greatly I must say that I tire. My next few moves must be calculated, to save my strength and to keep those bastards back on their toes." He thought, letting his muscles take a moment of rest before springing into action once again.

Don Chinjao, the mighter warrior of Kano Country, a valiant martial artist with a truly unique affinity for a peculiar art that truly placed him atop the pedastal of the greatest. He sighed quietly, releasing a misty exhale amidst the hazy fog. The mist would soon dissipate, eventually and inevitably Chinjao would have come to face his oppressors one way or another, his hands switched, subtly jumping as he clenched both his hands into a fist.

"To live in strength is what a warriors dreams to be blessed with, to stop these men; adorned in the thickness of black, n the ever hungry jaws of evil- That is my duty! For the sake of the King and in Honor of him!" He exclaimed in thought. His will power skyrocketed and his body moved in accordance to it, he loudly clasped his hands and leapt through the misty haze. Landing before his adversaries before the shockwave of his clap could properly propagate through the air!

His will drove him forwards and his power came from deep within, though his muscles screamed in agony; Don Chinjao still possessed a duty to stop these hooligans! Groggily his head hardened in armament haki, quickly spun 180 degrees; he leapt in reverse!

Buto!

Buto (literally meaning "Military Head"): Chinjao jumps in reverse and headbutts the enemy. The strike is strong enough to stop Cavendish's Durandal and creates a shockwave while clashing.
Requirements: 41 mastery, 41 Strength
Destructive Potency Rank: B

101-119: 4. City Block Level + B: +2 +2(CoA)=8. Island Level

Dream · Nov 14, 2024

KANO COUNTRY

Post 32 - @Lamby

Roland squinted, his eyes narrowing as his Haki barely registered Chinjao’s intentions flickering through the haze, like the ghost of a shadow. This old man was moving faster than Roland had anticipated, even with his own heightened awareness. Chinjao’s intent pulsed, faint but there, just enough for Roland to sense the incoming strike but not quite enough to clearly predict it.

“Oh, would ya look at that, Grog,” he murmured with a sly grin, his voice edged with amusement. “Our friend Chinjao’s finally come out to play. Seems like he’s all fired up for one last dance, wouldn’t you say?”

Grog hefted his massive weapon, eyes narrowing as he tried to focus on the blur that was Chinjao, but he wasn’t exactly following Roland’s banter. “Hah! ‘Bout time! I was startin’ to think he was scared of a little dust.” He snorted, barely able to keep up with the speed at which Chinjao moved but charging forward anyway. “Oi, Roland, think we can wrap this up? I got places to be—and by places, I mean a nice, meaty meal waitin’ somewhere.”

Roland chuckled, taking careful aim. “Right there with you, big guy. Let’s make this quick. Our dear warrior here has some noble speeches to give, and I’d rather not be part of his farewell address.”

As Chinjao’s hardened, Haki-coated head came spinning toward them, Roland could barely make out the motion, but he took his shot anyway. “Don’t suppose you’re gonna stop that flying hammer of a head anytime soon?” he called out mockingly, squeezing off a shot aimed right for Chinjao’s trajectory. It was a calculated risk, but Roland figured it might slow him down enough for Grog to catch up.

Grog, laughing, barreled forward with an enthusiastic, “Come at me, you horn-headed geezer!” He swung his axe in wide, reckless arcs as he charged each with his resolve with Busoshoku Haki, hoping to catch Chinjao in one of his blurred movements. “If you’re fast enough to dodge, then show me! I’ll make a meal of ya yet!”

"ᛞᛖᛗᛟᚾ ᛒᛖᚨᚱ!"

Grog Str = 100 + DPR A/(+3) + 2 Haki = Total DPR (Island Level)

Roland kept his tone light, but there was a sharpened edge behind his words. “Time to bring it in, Chinjao,” he taunted, his voice low. “Unless you want me to go looking for more... vulnerable targets. The clock’s ticking.”

In the middle of his laughter, Grog threw Roland a curious look. “Heh, that mean we can finally stop messin’ around with all this dust and show him what we’re really made of?”

Roland gave him a knowing smirk. “That’s the idea, big guy. Let’s light it up and send this old warrior back to his kingdom with a story he’ll never forget.” He reloaded his gun, taking aim once more as he and Grog closed in on Chinjao’s position, ready to finish this fight.

Lamby · Nov 15, 2024

Kano Country - Lamby Edition #2

BOOOM!!

Equal DPR: Attacks cancel each other out, though the area around the clash may still take damage.

Sounded the collision between Don Chinjao and Grob, his might seemed to match that of the martial master however there was much-much more occurring behind the scenes than one could anticipate... Their clash sent shockwaves rippling through the air disturbing the fragile terrain, causing the lose debris to tremble in fear and for the loose dirt particles to scatter and flee from their strength.

Chinjao recoiled with a stern face, his armament haki immediately faded after the impact! He landed but slid backwards, he swiftly turned about to face his adversaries as fatigue continued to creep upon him. "He blocked my attack with such ease, their stamina and capability to continue onwards albeit my efforts are impressive." He praised in thought.

"I did not sense it however before I clashed with the man's axe, a prick had struck me. It dampened my momentum, such tactics at this level in the battle. I should just give up here, my fists are clearly not enough."

"But to give up is the cowards way of admitting defeat..."

Dream said:
Roland kept his tone light, but there was a sharpened edge behind his words. “Time to bring it in, Chinjao,” he taunted, his voice low. “Unless you want me to go looking for more... vulnerable targets. The clock’s ticking.”

In the middle of his laughter, Grog threw Roland a curious look. “Heh, that mean we can finally stop messin’ around with all this dust and show him what we’re really made of?”

Roland gave him a knowing smirk. “That’s the idea, big guy. Let’s light it up and send this old warrior back to his kingdom with a story he’ll never forget.” He reloaded his gun, taking aim once more as he and Grog closed in on Chinjao’s position, ready to finish this fight.

Chinjao silenced his thoughts. Groggily, he forced himself to move as his adversaries closed in upon him. He tightly clenched his right fist, it hardened signalling his use of Armament Haki and he dashed at them. Moving in on Grob, he threw a right punch! Desperately he tried to continue his mission despite his fatigue, but... Will it be enough? His will power was fading and fatigue gnawed at his mental like a predator to freshly caught meal. His haki faded albeit his intent and it left him bare...

101-119: 4. City Block Level + D(0) = 101-119: 4. City Block Level

Dream · Nov 21, 2024

KANO COUNTRY

Post 33 - @Lamby

The battlefield thrummed with tension as Roland’s Awareness Haki tracked every flicker of Don Chinjao’s movements. The old warrior, his formidable presence amplified by years of experience, darted forward like a streak of lightning. Roland’s pistols gleamed in his hands, but he didn’t fire yet.

Roland's Awareness Haki Mastery = 89

>Observation Haki: (Awareness Path) 89

Mastery	Primary Path
1-100	The user can sense anything within (Mastery x 2) meters of themselves when CoO is activated. Adds sensing emotions, killing intent, power level, and general health.

89 x 2 = 178 meters

' He’s fast—faster than he looks. But speed is a tool, and even the sharpest tools dull with enough force. '

"Oi, Roland!" Grog’s booming voice snapped him from his calculations. As he hefted his massive axe, a feral grin spreading across his face. "Looks like he wants me! Let’s give the geezer a real fight!"

Without waiting for a response, Grog charged forward, his steps shaking the earth like an avalanche descending a mountain. Roland’s sharp gaze followed, his pistols spinning lightly in his hands as he positioned himself.

Chinjao met Grog’s initial swing head-on, his Armament-coated head crashing against the Grog’s axe in a thunderous impact. Dust and debris erupted in a cloud around them as their clash sent shockwaves across the battlefield.

Roland tilted his head, smirking as he analysed the chaos. ' Big guy’s all guts, no finesse. But brute force has its uses. Let’s see how far he pushes the old man. '

As the dust began to settle, Grog let out a guttural roar. His axe clattered to the ground as he flexed his hands, veins bulging with raw energy. "Heh, you’re quick, old man," he growled, cracking his neck as his wild grin widened as he raised his arms high.

"ᛞᛖᛗᛟᚾ ᛒᛖᚨᚱ!" Grog bellowed, his voice resonating like thunder across the battlefield.

Chinjao’s eyes narrowed, his battle instincts sharpening in response to the overwhelming force barreling toward him. With a defiant growl, he charged forward, his Armament-clad head gleaming under the fractured sunlight.

The two collided with a deafening BOOM. Grog’s axes slashed in a devastating cross motion, carving twin arcs of destruction through the air as they clashed against Chinjao’s unyielding head. The impact rippled outward, shaking the ground beneath their feet.

Grog Str = 100 + DPR A (+3) + 2 Haki = Total DPR (Island Level) - "ᛞᛖᛗᛟᚾ ᛒᛖᚨᚱ!" is the attack here by the way:

Chinjao met Grog’s initial swing head-on, his Armament-coated head crashing against the Grog’s axe in a thunderous impact. Dust and debris erupted in a cloud around them as their clash sent shockwaves across the battlefield.

101-119: 4. City Block Level + D(0) = 101-119: 4. City Block Level

Clash: Island Level vs City Block Level

Result:
Attack is 4 or more DPR higher: Overwhelms the weaker attack and is largely unaffected.

Roland moved like a shadow in the chaos, leaping and rolling into position. His pistols gleamed under the fractured sunlight as he twisted mid-air, lining up his shots. "Gotcha," he murmured, his voice barely audible over the battlefield’s cacophony.

Bang! Bang! The twin shots streaked through the air, precise and deadly.

Roland Gunslinging = 100 + 3 (DPR: A) = City Level

Roland landed behind him, his boots skidding in the dirt. ' His mind raced. I can feel it... his will is slipping. That last clash drained him, but the beast isn’t done yet. Gotta keep him on the ropes. '

From behind, Roland raised his pistols, his voice calm but cutting. "End of the line, old man. You can keep fighting, or you can bow out gracefully. Me? I’m fine either way."

Grog’s laughter boomed like a war drum as he charged forward again, his claws slashing through the air with relentless fury. "Oi, Roland! Leave some of him for me! I’m just gettin’ started!"

Roland’s smirk widened, his Haki locking onto every subtle flicker of Chinjao’s intent. "Don’t worry, Grog," he said coolly. "I’m just softening him up. You’ll get your moment."

The tides were turning, and Roland knew it. ' Time to finish the job. '

Just for reference when you see this:
" BOLD " = Speech
' Italic ' = Thought process / Thinking

Lamby · Nov 26, 2024

Kano Country - Lamby Edition #3
@Dream

Dream said:
As the dust began to settle, Grog let out a guttural roar. His axe clattered to the ground as he flexed his hands, veins bulging with raw energy. "Heh, you’re quick, old man," he growled, cracking his neck as his wild grin widened as he raised his arms high.

"ᛞᛖᛗᛟᚾ ᛒᛖᚨᚱ!" Grog bellowed, his voice resonating like thunder across the battlefield.

Chinjao’s eyes narrowed, his battle instincts sharpening in response to the overwhelming force barreling toward him. With a defiant growl, he charged forward, his Armament-clad head gleaming under the fractured sunlight.

The two collided with a deafening BOOM. Grog’s axes slashed in a devastating cross motion, carving twin arcs of destruction through the air as they clashed against Chinjao’s unyielding head. The impact rippled outward, shaking the ground beneath their feet.

Grog Str = 100 + DPR A (+3) + 2 Haki = Total DPR (Island Level) - "ᛞᛖᛗᛟᚾ ᛒᛖᚨᚱ!" is the attack here by the way:
Clash: Island Level vs City Block Level

Don Chinjao, he had lost the battle. His attack was overhwelmed by Grog's mighty axe and he suffered gravely for it.

101-119: 6. City Level vs 8. Island Level
Verdict: DPR 2 or more higher than dura: super effective

The axe split his hand in two, and his blood painted the battlefield like a crime scene. A crimson spleckle to mark the distinct change in directing, Don Chinjao had failed and more had awaited him. His concentration, once sturdy and firm slowly faded. The shock of the pain transferred swiftly through his nervous system and adrenaline pumped through his body.

Dream said:
Bang! Bang! The twin shots streaked through the air, precise and deadly.

Roland Gunslinging = 100 + 3 (DPR: A) = City Level

Roland landed behind him, his boots skidding in the dirt. ' His mind raced. I can feel it... his will is slipping. That last clash drained him, but the beast isn’t done yet. Gotta keep him on the ropes. '

From behind, Roland raised his pistols, his voice calm but cutting. "End of the line, old man. You can keep fighting, or you can bow out gracefully. Me? I’m fine either way."

BANG! BANG!

6. City Level vs 101-119: 6. City Level
Verdict: DPR equal to dura: normal damage

The cold and merciless echoes of death reverbarated through the air, it was tense and now dead silent. Don Chinjao, the mighty martial artist of Kano Country, cultivator of his esteemed Hasshoken... Was defeated. The bullets struck him in his chest as his opponent skillfully landed behind of him, putting on quite a show right as his demise was upon him. The jaws of fatigue grabbed him and did not let go, the pain of having his hand split stung and burned his old and brittle nervous system, he was no longer the young man he once was.

"I see..." He muttered to himself. He coughed a thick air of evaporated saliva and strongly exhaled. His usefulness to the mission had come to an end and he quickly came to terms with it. He fell to the ground landing on his back, the open wound on his limb poured blood to no avail.
The bullet wounds in his chest did not make it any easier, without help he was going to die.

With his final breathes he spoke, "I will never bow to scum. Through honor I have lived valiantly as a warrior and will die as such, kill me if that so satiates your own pride but evil won't handsomely reward you." He shut his eyes, and he began to ruminate.

Dream · Sunday at 11:46 AM

KANO COUNTRY

Post 34 - @Lamby

Roland twirled his pistols, his smirk barely masking the sharp glint in his eyes as he stood over Don Chinjao. The tension in the air was thick, but Roland didn’t seem to mind. If anything, he thrived on it.

"Scum, pride, evil... such heavy words, Don," Roland said, his tone playful but edged with menace. "You’d think we were here writing some tragic epic instead of... well, whatever this is." He gestured vaguely at the blood-soaked battlefield before holstering one pistol with a dramatic flourish. "Me? I’m more of a rewards guy. Gold, secrets, power—you know, tangible stuff."

Behind him, Grog stomped over, his axe still gleaming with fresh blood. He tilted his head, his brow furrowed in exaggerated thought. "So, uh... is he done, or do we, y’know, finish 'im off?"

Roland rolled his eyes, turning to Grog with mock exasperation. "Always straight to the axe, aren’t you? No foreplay, no finesse. It’s tragic, really."

Grog blinked. "Fore-what-now? Look, he’s still twitchin’. Twitchin’ means alive, right?"

With a dramatic sigh, Roland crouched down next to the fallen warrior, his voice dropping to a smooth, almost conspiratorial tone. "Don, I could finish you off right now. Quick, clean, poetic. Or," he leaned in closer, "we could make a deal. You’ve got a skill I want. That fancy Hasshoken of yours? Yeah, I’ve got plans for that. Teach me, teach us, and maybe we’ll leave you in one piece. Sound fair?"

Before Chinjao could respond, Grog’s face lit up. "Hasshoken? That’s the... uh... punchy-wavy thing, right? Oh! I wanna learn it too!" He jabbed his thumb into his chest with childlike enthusiasm. "I’ll call it... Smashoken! Yeah! Grog’s Smashoken!"

Roland froze, turning to Grog with a look of utter disbelief. "Smashoken? That’s the name you’re running with?"

"Yeah!" Grog grinned ear to ear, clearly pleased with himself. "It’s catchy, right? Better than... uh... Hashy-chokin’? Or whatever."

"God give me strength," Roland muttered, pinching the bridge of his nose. He straightened up, his grin returning as he addressed Chinjao once more. "Ignore him. He’s all muscle, no metaphor. But the offer stands. You teach us Hasshoken, and we make sure this isn’t the last chapter of your story. What do you say?"

Grog leaned in, his massive frame looming over both of them. "Yeah, c’mon, teach us! I’ll be the best Smashoken... uh... Haste-chokin’ guy you’ve ever seen!"

Roland shot Grog a glare. "It’s Hasshoken, Grog. Try to keep up."

"Right, right. That’s what I said. Close enough."

Roland sighed, shaking his head with a mix of amusement and exhaustion. "Don’t let his idiocy fool you, Don. We’re serious about this. What do you say? Work with us, or..." He gestured vaguely toward Grog, who was now swinging his axe through the air in an attempt to imitate the Hasshoken technique. "Well, you could leave your legacy in his hands."

The battlefield was silent save for the low groans of the defeated and Grog’s enthusiastic, nonsensical sound effects as he practiced his “Smashoken.”

"Tick-tock, old man," Roland said, his grin sharp and daring. "What’s it gonna be?"

Lamby · 2024-12-05T20:35:33+0000

Kano Country - Lamby Edition #4
@Dream

Dream said:
KANO COUNTRY
Post 34 - @Lamby

Roland twirled his pistols, his smirk barely masking the sharp glint in his eyes as he stood over Don Chinjao. The tension in the air was thick, but Roland didn’t seem to mind. If anything, he thrived on it.

"Scum, pride, evil... such heavy words, Don," Roland said, his tone playful but edged with menace. "You’d think we were here writing some tragic epic instead of... well, whatever this is." He gestured vaguely at the blood-soaked battlefield before holstering one pistol with a dramatic flourish. "Me? I’m more of a rewards guy. Gold, secrets, power—you know, tangible stuff."

Behind him, Grog stomped over, his axe still gleaming with fresh blood. He tilted his head, his brow furrowed in exaggerated thought. "So, uh... is he done, or do we, y’know, finish 'im off?"

Roland rolled his eyes, turning to Grog with mock exasperation. "Always straight to the axe, aren’t you? No foreplay, no finesse. It’s tragic, really."

Grog blinked. "Fore-what-now? Look, he’s still twitchin’. Twitchin’ means alive, right?"

With a dramatic sigh, Roland crouched down next to the fallen warrior, his voice dropping to a smooth, almost conspiratorial tone. "Don, I could finish you off right now. Quick, clean, poetic. Or," he leaned in closer, "we could make a deal. You’ve got a skill I want. That fancy Hasshoken of yours? Yeah, I’ve got plans for that. Teach me, teach us, and maybe we’ll leave you in one piece. Sound fair?"

Before Chinjao could respond, Grog’s face lit up. "Hasshoken? That’s the... uh... punchy-wavy thing, right? Oh! I wanna learn it too!" He jabbed his thumb into his chest with childlike enthusiasm. "I’ll call it... Smashoken! Yeah! Grog’s Smashoken!"

Roland froze, turning to Grog with a look of utter disbelief. "Smashoken? That’s the name you’re running with?"

"Yeah!" Grog grinned ear to ear, clearly pleased with himself. "It’s catchy, right? Better than... uh... Hashy-chokin’? Or whatever."

"God give me strength," Roland muttered, pinching the bridge of his nose. He straightened up, his grin returning as he addressed Chinjao once more. "Ignore him. He’s all muscle, no metaphor. But the offer stands. You teach us Hasshoken, and we make sure this isn’t the last chapter of your story. What do you say?"

Grog leaned in, his massive frame looming over both of them. "Yeah, c’mon, teach us! I’ll be the best Smashoken... uh... Haste-chokin’ guy you’ve ever seen!"

Roland shot Grog a glare. "It’s Hasshoken, Grog. Try to keep up."

"Right, right. That’s what I said. Close enough."

Roland sighed, shaking his head with a mix of amusement and exhaustion. "Don’t let his idiocy fool you, Don. We’re serious about this. What do you say? Work with us, or..." He gestured vaguely toward Grog, who was now swinging his axe through the air in an attempt to imitate the Hasshoken technique. "Well, you could leave your legacy in his hands."

The battlefield was silent save for the low groans of the defeated and Grog’s enthusiastic, nonsensical sound effects as he practiced his “Smashoken.”

"Tick-tock, old man," Roland said, his grin sharp and daring. "What’s it gonna be?"

Chinjao layed in pain, his face stoic and still. ~~Thanks to the convenience of lighting, and plot~~ His face was engraved with an intimidating half-silhouette'd glare. A stern face struck with an interesting canondrum, to aid the enemy in a persuit of knowledge whilst on death's front porch. His wounded limb thumped and he could very accurately sense the pulsation of his own blood.

"They're offering me another spec at life, after failing the alliance. It's always a warriors honor to pass on his legacy but, that very role had been long fulfilled with Sai. I am not intrigued in passing on my legacy to the people who are evil- Alas, they're offering me an escape. Another chance at this life, I am old but I could serve yet another purpose if they allow me to live. I can return to aid in their defeat, to lessen the casualties and push a new outcome..." Thought Chinjao, he remained, surprisingly, calm and level-headed though the blood loss may have been clouding some of his decision-making.

"Forgive me..." He thought, proclaiming in a whistful tone.

Dream said:
The battlefield was silent save for the low groans of the defeated and Grog’s enthusiastic, nonsensical sound effects as he practiced his “Smashoken.”

"Tick-tock, old man," Roland said, his grin sharp and daring. "What’s it gonna be?"

His body twitched and he prepared to speak, opening his mouth to answer his opponents. "The secrets behind the concept aren't difficult to grasp, and the strength of the body varies with user as not all can withstand the quake-like vibrations of my fists and the spawn of the art I had cultivated. To do this would be a sign of betrayal however you are blessing me with another chance to continue living. So I will comply..."

[Don Chinjao vs Roland Sparda and Grob Strongjaw: Concluded]

The battle for Kano country was one fought with valiant warriors and many people with incredible abilities, however none expected the fall of Don Chinjao to come so quickly. The reverbarations of the fight had yet to reach them all, but his son will be the first to know...

Next: Don Sai vs Namor and Kurama!

Dream · 2024-12-05T21:41:11+0000

KANO COUNTRY
[Doctor Dennis Kurama and Namor McKenzie vs Don Sai]

Post 35 - @Lamby

The air hung heavy with tension as Kurama’s piercing gaze studied Sai’s every move. The commander’s stance was firm, yet Kurama’s mind worked swiftly, dissecting possibilities like a blade through silk. Beside him, Namor’s imposing figure exuded regal dominance, his posture a display of confidence bordering on defiance.

“Commander Sai,” Kurama began, his voice like a calm ripple across a stormy sea. “You stand here out of duty, but have you truly considered the cost? Battles are not won by mere resolve—they are won by understanding the limits of one’s strength.” His words, carefully measured, sought to plant a seed of doubt in Sai’s mind, testing his conviction.

Namor stepped forward, his presence magnetic and overwhelming. “Kurama’s patience astounds me,” he declared, his tone both mocking and regal. “But I am no diplomat. Commander Sai, heed my words: your polearm and bravado are as fleeting as foam on the waves before the might of Atlantis—and now, the Silver Vampirates.”

He spread his arms, his voice carrying the weight of the deep ocean. “This is not a plea for peace but a warning. Stand down, or face a reckoning your ancestors will curse your name for provoking.”

Kurama stepped in smoothly, his voice taking on a gentler tone. “Namor speaks from power, but I speak from reason. This confrontation serves no one. A withdrawal now secures the future of Kano. Pride need not be your undoing.”

Namor’s piercing gaze remained fixed on Sai. “Choose swiftly, Commander,” he said with a growl. “For the tides do not wait for indecision.”

The forest remained eerily quiet, the balance precariously teetering between Kurama’s subtle cunning and Namor’s overwhelming authority. Together, they presented Sai with a choice: a path of survival or one of inevitable ruin.

Lamby · 2024-12-05T22:29:37+0000

Kano Country - Lamby Edition #5
@Dream

Dream said:
KANO COUNTRY
[Doctor Dennis Kurama and Namor McKenzie vs Don Sai]

Post 35 - @Lamby

The air hung heavy with tension as Kurama’s piercing gaze studied Sai’s every move. The commander’s stance was firm, yet Kurama’s mind worked swiftly, dissecting possibilities like a blade through silk. Beside him, Namor’s imposing figure exuded regal dominance, his posture a display of confidence bordering on defiance.

“Commander Sai,” Kurama began, his voice like a calm ripple across a stormy sea. “You stand here out of duty, but have you truly considered the cost? Battles are not won by mere resolve—they are won by understanding the limits of one’s strength.” His words, carefully measured, sought to plant a seed of doubt in Sai’s mind, testing his conviction.

Namor stepped forward, his presence magnetic and overwhelming. “Kurama’s patience astounds me,” he declared, his tone both mocking and regal. “But I am no diplomat. Commander Sai, heed my words: your polearm and bravado are as fleeting as foam on the waves before the might of Atlantis—and now, the Silver Vampirates.”

He spread his arms, his voice carrying the weight of the deep ocean. “This is not a plea for peace but a warning. Stand down, or face a reckoning your ancestors will curse your name for provoking.”

Kurama stepped in smoothly, his voice taking on a gentler tone. “Namor speaks from power, but I speak from reason. This confrontation serves no one. A withdrawal now secures the future of Kano. Pride need not be your undoing.”

Namor’s piercing gaze remained fixed on Sai. “Choose swiftly, Commander,” he said with a growl. “For the tides do not wait for indecision.”

The forest remained eerily quiet, the balance precariously teetering between Kurama’s subtle cunning and Namor’s overwhelming authority. Together, they presented Sai with a choice: a path of survival or one of inevitable ruin.

[Don Sai vs Doctor Dennis Kurama and Namor McKenzie]

Sai remained silent, feeding the fires of their awe and curiousity. Letting it simmer before finally serving them a dish well put together, well garnished and season with Sai's own take on their confrontation. He breathed in, heeding the elegance of Kurama and the brutish n' brazen proclamation of Namor, though he had a mission. Just like his grandfather, Chinjao, they both provided their services to defend against the looming threat that had come upon them from the Silver Vampirates. Upkeeping the responsibility bestowed upon him, he offered himself and now he is faced with two adversaries that he knew he had to beat even if the odds seemed stacked against him.

Stoically he raised his right arm into the sky, flickering his cape. His physique shined gracefully upon his adversaries, he twirled his halberd overhead. Garnering confidence, he slammed the blunt head of the polearm into the ground subtly shaking the earth, he jolted upright and glared at Namor and Kurama.

"I have a responsibility." He replied, with a steady and calming tone. He raised the polearm once more and got into an offensive stance, with a wide grip he held the weapon, his stance; loose and his resolve was cemented. "Who am I to throw it away!" He declared standing his ground!

Sai
84
84×5 = 420
Strength: 64+32+5 = 101
Speed: 64+32+5= 101
101×2 = 202
Reaction Speed: 101
Movement Speed:101
Vitality: 72+32+5= 101
101×2=202
Durability: 101
Stamina: 101
Haki: 100 = 100
100×2= 200
Armanment Haki(Offensive):100
Observation Haki(Precognition): 100
Martial Arts: 100
-Hasshoken: 100+20
-Polearm: 100
+20 Boost:
-20