Yawning heavily, Nimato quietly strode along the side walks of the city, his hands shoved into his pockets. Since his silver streaked black hair had been covering his eyes, he carelessly bumped into a man about a foot shorter than he was.
"WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOIN', FOOL?" asked the man. This shorter man, about five feet tall, was obviously some sort of gang member. He had a crimson bandanna wrapped about his mouth and below up to his neck, that had consisted of white and black stripes. He had his black hair tied back into a pony tail that had hung at half his back length. He was clad in a white tank top despite the cold wheather, and blue jeans that were torn open at the knees, along with black sneakers that had seemed like jordans.
"C'MON GUYS, LET'S TEACH HIM SOME MANNERS AND ROUGH 'EM UP!" yelled the man, as a circle of similar men had surrounded Nimato.
"WE'RE CALLING ALL OUR MEN TO DEAL WITH THIS LI'L SHIT!" yelled the men who surrounded Nimato. Flicking some of his silver streaked black hair from his eyes, Nimato had shoved his hands into his pockets once more, simply glancing about at the men, and speaking aloud confidently.
"Even with them, you're not quite enough to take care of me.." Nimato said, his voice low in pitch but high and volume, the voice having some sort of ring to it that had shown Nimato was cocky of himself. About three times the amount of men had arrived surrounding Nimato as well, each one wielding some sort of sharp weapon. Butter fly knives, machetes, combat knives, boning knives, clasp knives, battle knives and strangely, the leader wielded a cutlass.
"Ah.." muttered Nimato. "Seems like they're gonna attack me.." he continued. Suddenly a few had charged at Nimato as the rest cheered the group on, a crowd of civilians watching in horror. Nimato had begun a series of side steps, combat rolls and croutching positions, easily avoiding the attacks all the while. Swings and thrusts of sharp metallic weapons were sent at Nimato, and as he dodged, more were sent at the same time as someone had grabbed him. Still, Nimato had the talent to evade them all with extreme ease. The men had began panting, another series of men rushing at Nimato, launching more obvious and easy to avoid attacks, which Nimato had once more evaded with his extreme speed, agility, flexibility and awesome swiftness. Beginning to use bending movements of his torso or limbs as well to evade some attacks, Nimato had also begun some lunging and flipping.
"Guess it's my time to fight, eh.." Nimato muttered to himself, quickly reaching over his right shoulder with his right hand, clutching his Swiss Long Sword by the gripping of it's hilt, quickly drawing it's double edged blade, and pointing it in the direction of the entire crowd of gang members.
"Let's dance!" Nimato spoke aloud, leaping toward one of the men and pressing his right foot against this man's face, which caused the head to jerk back in such a quick movement, the collar bone had snapped. Pushing off of his right foot from the face of the man's head, Nimato launched himself toward a small crowd, executing a single flip while heaving his blade outward, cutting one of the men in half. Landing onto the ground atop both feet, Nimato had impaled another man through the chest. Heaving the blade of his sword upward, he cut this man in half, swinging the sword horizontally, and cutting some others in half at the waist, the side walk beneath him filled with corpses and blood. Quickly sheathing the blade of his Swiss Long Sword, Nimato clapped his black gloved hands together, slamming their palms against the ground, a circle of violet forming that had a cannon materialize form it that had shot several cannon shells into the guts of several other men, the cannon shells tearing through their forms, some others hurtling away and taking the bodies with them, the cannon vanishing into thin air, tendrils of earth rising from the ground from the circle of violet this time, which had impaled many other men through the chest, and upon protruding from the back of these men, they continued extending to impale more and more men. His lips stretching into a wide smile, the tendrils of earth had retracted back into the ground, all the men with gaping holes in their chests falling to the ground, lying dead in puddles of their own blood. Suddenly, stalagmites of earth began to rise from the ground beneath the remaining men except for the leader, the stalagmites impaling them from between the legs, and extending until their points protruded from the heads of the many men. The stalagmites had vanished into thin air, the circle of violet on the ground fading now.
The leader, standing on a road that was filled with corpses of his men, with a pool of blood at his neck as he stood there, had begun to yell, terrified. Nimato's ruthless, merciless, crimson iris'd, black slcera'd eyes had simply stared at the man. On a last resort, the man had made a mad dash in Nimato's direction with blood shot eyes, a determination beyond imagination, an anger past all limits, and a terror beyond any ever felt by any man at all, yelling crazily, blood splashing all about as he rumaged through the pool of blood. The leader had thrust his cutlass forward, the point of it's blade piercing through mid-air, heading toward Nimato's chest, and Nimato had suddenly appeared behind the leader, who had mysteriously now had blood spraying from all angles of his arms, neck and head, which were the only parts of his body visible since the rest stood in the pool of blood. The blood shot eyes of the man were blinded with blood as they began to fall out, blood gushing out of the leader's mouth and empty eye sockets, even his nose, fissures forming through out his body that were emitting a darkness like glow. Suddenly, the man had exploded into gravel sized fragments, which had spread through out the pool of blood Nimato stood in, which was at his waist's length, since he was about a foot taller than the leader who had the pool at the base of his neck's length. What had happened was, Nimato had quickly drew his sword, impaling the leader through all angles, and adding some sort of dark energy to the wounds, the dark energy had expanded and gathered within the leader's body, and caused him to explode, after that, Nimato had quickly sheathed his sword, and used some sort of extremely quick way of transportation to appear behind the leader, making it seem like he had done nothing though the man still died. Sighing heavily, Nimato quickly waded out of the pool of blood, his clothes quickly drying from the gales of wind that had passed by. All of the civilians, who had not helped Nimato, drowned in the pool of blood that had filled the entire section of that city. Nimato had strode along the side walks once more, heading back into the academy, leaving behind a trail of bloody foot steps as the pool of blood he had recently waded out of began to shrink to a lower length, since it had began spreading through out the entire city.
Subject: Nimato's Human Abilities. 
