Bleach Hereafter RPG

KUMITE: NOVICE (CREATE-A-MISSION)
Type: Destroy (PvE) (Repeatable)
Level: 2
Description: In a desire to prove yourself, hone your strength or a fit of madness, you have decided to take on a kumite against mortals in a martial art of your choice. In an effort to set the table more evenly, your spiritual powers and supernatural gifts are strictly off the table.
- You may only use basic strikes.
- Perks, talents, spells, techs and release are restricted. Usage of them will disrupt the mortals and mean failure.
- Accuracy does not factor into Kumite: Novice. All hits connect.
- This novice kumite is represented with a 100HP pool enemy named according to the martial art capable of 2d6 damage per turn. (These numbers will need tweaking, I bet.)

"Bow!" Rang out the sturdy voice of the dojo's senpai. The gruff older man wearing a stern face littered with rough ashen stubble leered on down the length of the training space. A thumb was tucked under the scratched fibre of his bogu's do, features still beetroot from his own exertion of the hour's prior warmup.
    From beneath the caged fabrics of his men, Itsuki felt the sweat on his face as the air brushed past his bowing figure. Perhaps this wasn't the best decision for someone with heart disease. Still, the gauntlet had been lain down.
    It was time to earn his certification.
    Since it was his first time, special dispensation had been given. He wasn't to strike the first blow on everyone without being touched so much as to simply weather the storm that was the full dojo in session descending upon him and if he could survive that, land a blow upon each.
    The heft of the wooden blade brought to bare, tip aligned with the throat of his foe felt comfortably familiar compared to the pulsing beads of his fullbring.
    A steady breath traced a path through select memories. The copious scent of linseed oil. The sound of the wind in the trees peering against the windows. The feeling of water running through his fingers.
    The world beyond this moment faded away.
    White points of blades twitched, his opponent's gaze half-lidded certainty. The moment was coming.
    A dozen other white gi flickered along the edges of his attentions, vague awareness painting dark ink blots that obscured their stomachs, blotching out faces and running down to envelop their hands.
    Pale, naked shoots began to rise in the illusion of his periphery, growing from a sea of folded fabrics.
    Twin pale peaks rose above the white underbrush, two warriors stepped into one another.
    Itsuki was finally back here, where he belonged. A place where he could become strong enough to walk this path.
    He had returned to the bamboo grove.

Combat Tracker

108,000 RL
0 Armour
100/100 HP (25 Resilience)
160/160 Reishi
d11 DMG (35 Focus)
35 ACC (35 Fighting)
80DEF (50 base + 30 Reflexes)

1d12·1d12·2d6