The location that all Shinobi go to when they die. You cannot commit suicide in order to end up here.While in the Afterlife, you may learn the jutsu of those that have already passed away. You must wait Two days in Real Life in order to revive back to the Living World.
:: Clans ::
Kyonshi Clan This almost unknown clan is dead, literally. A new member isn't born, they are unearthed. Born from the mingling of various necromantic energies, they have returned from the dead and wield unnatural strength and abilities. This clan dwells naturally in only one locale, the Afterlife. They bare the abilities in an assortment of almost every weapon in existence, making them ideal in the use of almost every weapon. The Kyonshi Clan are one of few clans that actually retain the knowledge of their past lives, during their almost undead life. [ You can only create a Kyonshi if one of your other characters dies and is not reincarnated, though the only things the Kyonshi will retain of their former life is some memories, and any items that were possessed ]
Posted: Thu Sep 08, 2011 10:29 am
::Techniques::
"First Hokage" Moku Bunshin no Jutsu - 700 Skill Points:This is a unique Ninjutsu technique used by Yamato. Using his ability to utilize Mokuton (wood release) techniques, Yamato will form hand seals and cause beams of wood to emerge from his body. This wood will morph and form a clone of Yamato, capable of utilizing all the same Mokuton techniques as the original. [N]
Tree World Construction - 900 Skill Points:A secret jutsu that only the First Hokage was known to use, it uses chakra to be converted into a source of life and enables the user to control plant life and create large plants to be used as a barrier. [N]
Shichuuka no Jutsu - 1000 Skill Points:This is a unique Ninjutsu technique used by Yamato. Using his ability to utilize Mokuton (wood release) techniques, Yamato will form hand seals and cause beams of wood to emerge from the ground. These beams will converge and combine to form a dwelling of his choosing. This dwelling will resemble a normal home, with rooms and doors on the inside. In essence the technique allows Yamato to conjure a home from nothing, and not even have to summon it. [N]
Shichuurou no Jutsu - 900 Skill Points:This is a unique Ninjutsu technique used by Yamato. Using his ability to utilize Mokuton (wood release) techniques, Yamato will form handseals and cause beams of wood to emerge from the ground. These beams will converge and combine to form a prison. In essence the technique allows Yamato to conjure a prison from nothing, and not even have to summon it. [N]
Birth of Dense Woodland - 1200 Skill Points:This is a Ninjutsu technique unique to the Mokuton element. The user performs the necessary hand seals and a dense growth of forest and branches grows from the ground to entangle his or her target.Limited only by the Mokuton Element. [N]
Moku Shouheki no Jutsu - 1000 Skill Points:This is another unique Ninjutsu technique used by Yamato. Using his ability to utilize Mokuton (wood release) techniques, Yamato will form hand seals and cause beams of wood to emerge from the ground. The beams can converge to form a half spherical barrier to deflect an incoming blast. [N]
"Second Hokage" Water Encampment Wall - 1000 Skill Points:This is a Ninjutsu technique utilizing the Water Element. The ninja will first do a string of hand seals and then proceed to blow out a jet of water from their mouth to act as a water barrier from incoming attack. [N]
Water Dragon Projectile - 1000 Skill Points:This is a Ninjutsu technique utilizing the Water Element. The ninja does a long string of hand seals which then causes a column of water in the form of a dragon to rise from the water and then strike their target. [N]
Water Collision Destruction - 1100 Skill Points:This is a Ninjutsu technique utilizing the Water Element. Nidaime Hokage does a string of hand seals which then causes a large volume of water to materialize out of nowhere. The water can then be directed at his target. [N]
Bringer of Darkness - 900 Skill Points:This is a Genjutsu technique which causes the ninja's opponent to be enveloped in total darkness. While in the black void, the ninja will be unable to see any incoming attack or threat. [G]
Doryuu Jouheki - 800 Skill Points:This is a Ninjutsu technique utilizing the Earth Element. The ninja will do the necessary hand seals. Then a large earthen wall will erupt from the ground. Yamato used this technique in conjunction with a Water Style Takitsubo Jutsu. This allowed him to form a large waterfall. [N]
Takitsubo no Jutsu - 800 Skill Points:This is a Ninjutsu technique utilizing the Water Element. The ninja will do the necessary hand seals to create a large volume of water. Yamato used this technique in conjunction with Earth Style Doryuu Jouheki. This allowed him to form a large waterfall. [N]
Hardened Water Drill - Shikoru Mizukiri - 1,000 Skill Points: is a Ninjutsu technique utilizing the Water Element. After making a string of handseals, the ninja will manifest a large amount of water around his fist which will begin to spiral. The ninja then uses the vortex as a drill or spear, with a forceful point at the end. Nidaime Hokage developed this technique after spending time in the Village Hidden in the Mist. [N]
"Third Hokage" Earth Dragon Projectile - 1000 Skill Points:This is a Ninjutsu technique utilizing the Earth Element. The ninja will do the necessary hand seals and create a dragon from the river of mud made after using the Doryuu Taiga technique. This dragon will then spew mud projectiles from its mouth. [N]
Earth Style Wall - 1300 Skill Points:This is a defensive Ninjutsu technique utilizing the Earth Element. The ninja will do the necessary hand seals and then spew a line of mud onto the ground. The mud will then grow into a large mud wall to help defend against incoming attack. [N]
Mud Clone - 800 Skill Points:This is a Ninjutsu technique that utilizes mud to create the clone. If the clone is injured, it will usually revert back into its natural mud state. [N]
Earth Flow River - 900 Skill Points:This is a Ninjutsu technique utilizing the Earth Element. The ninja will do the necessary hand seals and transform the ground upon which the enemy stands into a river of mud. [N]
Fire Dragon Projectile - 700 Skill Points:This is a Ninjutsu technique utilizing the Fire Element. The ninja will do the necessary hand seals and create mud projectiles using the Doryuudan technique. The ninja will then blow a large flame to ignite the mud projectiles. [N]
Fire Dragon Flame Projectile - 1100 Skill Points:This is a Ninjutsu technique utilizing the Fire Element. The ninja does a string of hand seals and the proceeds to blow a large jet of fire from their mouth. [N]
King Enma Summon - 3000 Skill Points:This monkey is the personal summon of the Third Hokage and he is the head of all monkeys.
Indestructible Prison Wall - 1000 Skill Points:Using his ability to Henge into his Kongou-nyoi form, Enma can create multiple copies of the his staff form to create a protective prison. Because of his virtually indestructible form, the prison can withstand a lot of damage. (( Must Know King Enma Summoning )) [N]
Shuriken Shadow Clone - 750 Skill Points:This is a Ninjutsu technique that uses Kage Bunshin to create multiple physical clone copies from one thrown shuriken. [N]
Jutsu Shou - 2000 Skill Points:This is a technique that will allow the user to cancel or impede the conclusion of an opponent's jutsu. A minimum of one hand seal is required in order to activate this technique. (( Can only use once per battle ))
"Fourth Hokage" Flying Thunder God Technique - 1300 Skill Points:This is a ninjutsu technique utilized by the Fourth Hokage. The technique allows the user to be able to traverse great distances in the blink of an eye. In order to preform this jutsu, the user first needs to mark the intended destination with a shiki (rite seal), then will activate the jutsu to come to the mark. [N]
Demonic Soul Seal(( Summons Death )) - 3000 Skill Points:This is a Fuuinjutsu technique developed by the Fourth Hokage. A variation of this technique was used to seal the Kyuubi within Naruto. The technique was taught to the Third Hokage who later used it in battle. After calling forth the Shinigami (Death God) with the proper handseals, the user will hand over their soul in exchange for the Death God removing the soul from his target. The ultimate sacrificial jutsu, this technique can be used by a Kage Bunshin, but the Death God will still remove the original caster's soul. (( When used, you must grab where they cant escape and the individual and you must die afterward. ))
"Third Kazekage" Satetsu - 900 Skill Points:This is a Ninjutsu technique utilized by Sandaime Kazekage. It was this most feared jutsu in Hidden Sand which granted Sandaime the honor of being called the strongest Kazekage yet. This jutsu was developed by Sandaime after seeing a previous Shukaku host do something similar. The sand is emited from the mouth and Sandaime can form it into any weapon he needs. Sandaime could do this because his body held special traits which allowed him to change his chakra into a magnetic field. [N]
Satetsu Kaihou - 1000 Skill Points:This is a Ninjutsu technique utilized by Sasori in conjunction with Sandaime Kazekage. Using the Sandaime Kazekage puppets ability to manipulate Iron Sand, Sasori would mix in his deadly poison to bolster the techniques lethality. Using a massive amount of iron sand, Sasori will cause a huge 3D lattice work of spikes to form, piercing most anything in its path. (( Must know Satetsu )) [N]
Satetsu Shigure - 1100 Skill Points:This is a Ninjutsu technique utilized by Sandaime Kazekage. Using his body's special ability to change his chakra into a magnetic field, Sandaime Kazekage could form the sand into small piercing clumps which could rain down on his opponent. Because of the deadliness of the attack, a ninja must do all they can to avoid it, rather than make any attempt to block it. (( Must know Satetsu ))[N]
"Fourth Kazekage" Gold Dust--4000 Skill Points Must Know to Learn any of the Fourth Kazekage Techniques- Gold Dust (砂金, Sakin; Literally meaning "Sand Gold"), is the name of the weapon used by the Fourth Kazekage. Due to the diamagnetic properties of gold, small particles of it could be manipulated in a similar manner to that of the sand utilised by Shukaku's jinchūriki.
Gold Dust Wall- 1000 Skill Points Making use of his Gold Dust, the Fourth Kazekage raises it above him to create a thick barricade in order to block incoming aerial attacks, whilst using hand gestures to dictate the shape that the barrier adopts.
Gold Dust Wave--1100 Skill Points The Fourth Kazekage causes a considerable quantity of Gold Dust to erupt from beneath the surface, by placing both of his palms onto the ground directly in front of him, before manipulating the resulting substance into a wave of tidal proportions.
"Orochimaru" Hidden Snake Hands - 1000 Skill Points:This is a Ninjutsu technique that manifests a snake which extends from the mouth of the user. The ninja can extend these snakes to attack a target. Once extended the snake can bite into the target to hold and bind them. [N]
Multiple Hidden Snake Hands - 1200 Skill Points:This is a Ninjutsu technique that manifests a torrent of snakes which erupt from the sleeve. The ninja can extend these snakes to attack a target. Once extended the snakes can wrap around and bite into the target to hold and bind them. [N]
Double Snake Assassination - 900 Skill Points:This is a ninjutsu technique which had been forbidden because of its dark nature. The technique involves the user forming a special hand seal with their target, this allows them to then kill themselves and their target at the same time. This technique is usually used as a last resort, when the ninja absolutely needs to kill their target at all costs. (( Must die after using it )) [K]
Vanishing Facial Copy - 800 Skill Points:This is a Ninjutsu technique used for spying. A dark technique, the jutsu involves the removal of the face of the person to be impersonated. By wearing their face and clothing, the ninja can impersonate the original without others being aware. [N]
Great Breakthrough - 900 Skill Points:Great Breakthrough is a technique that creates a large explosion of wind from the user's location, easily leveling everything in its path. A variation of the technique involves a smaller blast of wind which gets ignited with flame. [N]
Object Shuriken - 700 Skill Points:This is a Ninjutsu technique used by Orochimaru. This technique allows Orochimaru to levitate nearby objects with their chakra after forming the needed hand seal. The objects will levitate and then strike out against any enemy in the nearby area. [N]
Manda Summoning - 3000 Skill Points:This snake is the personal summon of Orochimaru and he is the head of all snakes.
Hidden Shadow Wicked Ease - 900 Skill points Orochimaru performs Hidden Shadow Snake Hands to release snakes from his arm that rapidly enlarge and strike the enemy into the air. One of the snakes devours the enemy and, along with the other snakes, form a dome that Orochimaru taints with his inflamed chakra. The snakes explode upon the enemy, resulting in a rain of smaller snakes. [N]
Myriad Snake Net Formation - 800 Skill pointsWith this technique, Orochimaru can release a torrent of countless snakes from his mouth, forming a wall of snakes. The snakes will then rise and rush towards his target, being almost impossible to stop or evade. While crawling together the snakes form a defensive wall blocking almost any attack. The snakes can also open their mouths to extend Kusanagi-like blades. [N]
"Second Mizukage"
Water Gun- 700 Skill Points the user forms a finger gun and fires a droplet of water at the intended target with tremendous force from their index finger, enough to easily pierce through a sand clone.
Steaming Danger Tyranny- 1100 Skill Points is the Second Mizukage's infinite explosion ninjutsu (無限爆破忍術, mugen bakuha ninjutsu) whereby he creates a clone — which resembles a chibi version of himself — made from the oil and water in his body. The water in the clone is surrounded by a thin layer of oil and due to this structure, the clone's temperature can easily be altered from cold to hot and vice-versa. When it exerts itself, the outer layer of oil heats up and evaporates the water inside. As the internal pressure builds, the clone expands until it violently explodes and the water vapour is released. This vapour then cools down as it rises and as a result, turns into hail that cools the clone, causing it to shrink to its original size and start the entire process again
"Fourth Mizukage "
Coral Palm 900 Skill Points strikes the opponent with a powerful blow, causing a large formation of coral to quickly grow from the initial point of contact. This then rapidly solidifies and restricts the enemy's mobility, as the substance continues to grow, eventually covering their entire body.
Water Release: Water Mirror Technique-1600 Skill Points- The user creates a large, flat, circular pool of water in front of their opponent. Its surface acts like a mirror, perfectly reflecting the attacking targets. By then hooking onto and rotating the 'mirror' 90° with their staff, the reflections emerge and materialise from the mirror, where they collide with the mirrored targets. As these reflections use the exact same techniques as the enemy regardless of its type, they counter their respective target's attack completely, while repelling them in the process. However, upon impact, the reflections disperse back into water.
"Pakura "
Extremely Steaming Murder-1600 skill points The user creates several flaming orbs that resemble small suns. These orbs rotate around the user and can be freely controlled to attack enemies. When an orb touches an opponent, it apparently evaporates all the water inside their body, leaving them in a mummified state.
Incinerating Flare Technique-1800 Skill Points combines several of her flaming orbs to create a single massive one, which then violently explodes with enough force and power to incinerate a large area around it. When this happens, steam can be seen emitting from the area.
Thank you, Valkiron for doing the majority of the work gathering these descriptions.
:: Hsien-ko ::
Giant Claws - 700 Skill PointsSome Kyonshi wield a set of voerly large, and very sharp claws. [T]
Mighty Rend - 1000 Skill PointsThis technique uses a Kyonshi's claws to rip apart almost any strcture or barrier with ease. (Requires 'Giant Claws'.) [T]
Hidden Arsenal - 800 Skill Points This technique hurls one of a startlingly large number of hidden weapons, ranging from axes to boomerangs, shuriken, swords, wristguards, claws, hammer, boulders, barrles or even a bonsai tree. [T]
Anki Hou -1200 Skill Points Using this technique, the Kyonshi can aim their projectiles with greater precision and strength, even slightly curving the trajectory. (Requires 'Hidden Arsenal'.) [T]
Henkyou Ki - 1000 Skill Points This technique brings forth a large gong, the striking of which can either damage an opponent at close range, or deflect projectile or chakra-based attacks. [T]
Senpuu Bu - 800 Skill Points The Kyonshi throws a chain up into the air, which improbably affixes itself, allowing them to swing from it like a pendulum. While swinging, spinning blades will manifest all around them, going in all directions. [T] [Clan]
Houten Geki - 1300 Skill Points This is a simple throw, hurling the opponent into the air. They will fall on the Kyonshi, who can prepare by spinning round and round, claws and other weapins poking out in all directions. [T]
Tenrai Ha - 2000 Skill Points This technique causes a giant weight to fall from the sky. Even if it misses the opponent, a volley of spiked cannon balls will follow it, in a line from the weight to the opponent. [T] [Clan]
Invisible Dash - 1600 Skill Points This is merely a method of moving, whereby the Kyonshi dashes forward so quickly that they seem to turn invisible and intangible for a moment. They must already have a footing to use this dash. This effect ends once they get too close to someone, though. [T] [Clan]
Air Dash - 1400 Skill Points Another movement method, the Kyonshi can actually change direction and momentum in mid-air as easily as on the ground, by using their own hidden weapons as a platform. (Requires 'Hidden Arsenal'.) [T] [Clan]
Talisman - 500 Skill Points This small slip of paper helps a Kyonshi control it's power. [Clan]
Talisman Control - 900 Skill Points The Kyonshi can send a talisman similar to their own toward an opponent. If it attaches to their forehead, they are trapped in place for a time. [N] [Clan]
Death Is Not the End - 1600 Skill Points When a Kyonshi dies, even if their body is completely destroyed/harvested, they can still come back as a Kyonshi/themselves. (Requires 'Talisman'.) 1600 [N] [Clan]
A Grave Is Always Home To Me - Free A Kyonshi can travel to the Afterlife freely, though they still need to use the Docks. [N/A] [Clan]
What Kills Me, Makes Me Stronger! - 3000 Skill Points Each time a Kyonshi is killed, they gain a temporary immunity to that class of moves in their next life. [I.e. if they are killed by a Chidori, they will be immune to all Chidori/Raikiri moves when they come back to life. This lasts until they die once more, when they gain a different immunity instead.] [N] [Clan]
A weapon and armor shop located deep within the heart of the Afterlife. Those who have dyed may come here, and spend the currency located within tis realm in order to purchase special weapons and armors that are powered by the strength of the afterlife.
Currency 1) Currency is equal to 1/2 total typed words ONLY in the Afterlife. 2) When you revive you CANNOT keep any remaining words. 3) The total of the words CAN still be used for techniques.
:: Armors :: (One Armor per Character)
Goddess' Rejuvenation :: 3,000 Currency :: A special set of armor that can take on any appearance or design based upon the user's wish. It is considered to be a special armor, in the fact that it has properties equal to that of other more rare armors. This armor is by no means indestructible, although like it's ability; it can regenerate itself Twenty Four hours after the end of each battle in order to last forever as if it were brand new. Depending on the number of deaths the wearer has been through, will reveal the result of the true ability of this armor. Each Level is equal to one death. Chakra Regeneration :: Level 1 :: Passively regenerates 500 chakra every third turn. Chakra Regeneration :: Level 2 :: Passively regenerates 500 chakra every second turn. Chakra Regeneration :: Level 3:: Passively regenerates 500 chakra every turn. Chakra Regeneration :: Level 4 :: Passively regenerates 1000 chakra every third turn. Chakra Regeneration :: Level 5 :: Passively regenerates 1000 chakra every second turn. Chakra Regeneration :: Level 6 :: Passively regenerates 1000 chakra every turn. Chakra Regeneration :: Level 7 :: Passively regenerates 1500 chakra every third turn. Chakra Regeneration :: Level 8 :: Passively regenerates 1500 chakra every second turn. Chakra Regeneration :: Level 9 :: Passively regenerates 1500 chakra every turn. Chakra Regeneration :: Level 10 :: Passively regenerates 2000 chakra every third turn.
Blind Man's Paradise :: 2500 Currency :: A special set of armor that takes on the appearance of a simple headband and torso armor combination. The headband actually takes on the appearance of the Wearer's Village headband, except with an eye covering over the village symbol. This eye has an 'X' within the pupil signifying a blind eye. The torso armor is nothing more then an extremely light weight, piece of armor that covers the entire back in one oddly flexible plate. A piece of the armor stretching up to cover everything but the exact front of the neck as well. The front is simply two inter-crossing straps with a latch in the shape of an eye with an 'X' for the pupil much like the headband's design. It is considered to be a special armor, in the fact that it has properties equal to that of other more rare armors. This armor is by no means indestructible, although the true function of this armor is purely defense. Depending on the level of the armor, the effect the armor has on the user will be revealed. Each Level is equal to one death. No Blind Spot :: Level 1 :: The armor directly infuses chakra impulses into the wearer. When the wearer has someone appear or attempt to attack from a blind spot (Normally directly behind them) The armor will immediately react by signaling the wearer and informing them before the attack can strike. No Blind Spot :: Level 2 :: The armor directly infuses chakra impulses into the wearer. When the wearer has someone appear or attempt to attack from a blind spot (Normally directly behind them) The armor will immediately react by causing the opponent to actually disappear and reappear within a fraction of a second, causing them to be immediately facing the attacker before the attacker can even blink. No Blind Spot :: Level 3 :: The wearer can use the new headband to cover their eyes. Causing them to become completely blind to the outside world. As such the armor will function as their eyes, although not completely. The armor will send chakra impulses to their body, allowing them to react to attacks without fear or an actual need to look upon the opponent at all. No Blind Spot :: Level 4 :: When using the Blinded Method, the user will become completely immune to all visual only based Genjutsu. Allowing them to continue fighting while the opponent wastes their chakra against them. No Blind Spot :: Level 5 :: The armor becomes able to actually defend against all attacks to which may be centered towards their back, that could not be defended by normal means. The armor will project a barrier of chakra outwards, which will become a shield that nullifies chakra or elemental based attacks that strike the shield. The only flaw in this, is when using this shield the user is locked in place until the entire technique is nullified. At any point the user can decide they do not want to use this shield, unless it is already in use.
Brute's Onslaught :: 4000 Currency :: A special set of armor that takes on the appearance of a full set of heavy looking steel plate armor. Although the full detail of the armor is set to the user's preference. This armor reveals virtually no gap to which the user can be seen within it, and actually form-fits to the user's body almost immediately. Normally taking the slight appearance of some kind of animal, the armor's helmet seems to be able to grow from the back of the armor, and cover the face. It is considered to be a special armor, in the fact that it has properties equal to that of other more rare armors. This armor is by no means indestructible. The Brute's Onslaught is a fairly simply armor, focusing in pure offense rather then defense as it may appear.Although more expensive then the other armors, this armor also has the lowest number of levels required to master. Each level is equal to one death. Berserk Rage :: Level 1 :: The wearer immediately enters the mind set of a beast as soon as the helmet is put on. Their strength, speed and flexibility increase dramatically. (Speed equal to: Genin --> Jounin in comparison.) They become able to lift things that are roughly six times their original strength. Berserk Rage :: Level 2 :: The wearer becomes more beast like, allowing their movements to be less human and more unpredictable. The armor grafting further and allowing them to actually use their weapons with both their hands and feet mid combat. The armor functioning by the pure instinct to kill, and grafting around a weapon when it's near the foot, in order to use it like the leg were an arm, and the foot a hand. Although unorthidox, it would lead into a high caliber in weapon fighting styles. Berserk Rage :: Level 3 :: The wearer becomes able to use even the largest of weapons. Capable of ripping full trees out of the ground and using them as a sword. They can actually use virtually anything they lift from the ground, or tear from the environment as a weapon, using it in both offense and defense as if it were a sword, no matter how blunt the object may appear. It would have the offensive capabilities of cutting something in half if not blocked or dodged correctly.
:: Weapons :: (One Weapon per Character)
Saint's Longsword :: 1000 Currency :: A simple long sword that has a sinister effect. This weapon if broken, must be repurchased in order to have it repaired. This sword is considered nothing more then a normal long sword, and as such is not indestructible in any way. Saint's Flash :: Depending on the number of deaths the user has accumulated, they can place chakra into the weapon equal to (Their Number of Deaths) Times (1000). Meaning if they have 5 Deaths, 5,000 Chakra can be placed into the sword. When chakra is placed into the sword, and the sword connects with anything. The chakra will erupt from the blade in a bright flash of light. Anything struck by the blade will actually become disintegrated, if it does not have more chakra then the amount harbored in the blade. If it has more chakra, it will be simply burned slightly by the attack, leaving a black singe mark where it was struck.
Wraith's Head-Cleaver :: 3500 Currency :: A large obsidian black head cleaving sword that has a sinister effect hidden within it's normal appearing blade. This blade is not for those that cannot hold it's heavy weight, since it is almost exclusively used with only one hand in normal attack patterns. Screaming Strike :: Level 1 :: A single strike launched by this sword, that actually causes the entire blade to move so quickly through the air, that it appears as nothing more then a blur. The sound of the weapon ripping through the air, as been known to sound like mournful screams, almost as if someone was being killed just from the swing of the blade, before it even connected. Screaming Strike :: Level 2 :: A combination attack that immediately chains to the first. Should the first strike connect in any way, the weapon will immediately cause a second strike to reveal inches above or below the first. As such an opponent who had managed to block this attack, would find themselves being struck by the blade's weight a second time, even though the blade was not being swung the second time. This is actually sometimes called the Echo Effect, due to there being no sound from the second swing at all. Screaming Strike :: Level 3 :: A sinister strike used by this blade, by gripping both hands upon the hilt of the weapon, and pulling outwards. The weapon will actually split into two thinner blades, in a sense revealing how the weapon could have a second strike within the first, although that is not the reason. With the use of these two blades, the user can consecutively strike the opponent a total of four times by only swinging each blade once. Although using this for more then a single post without returning them to their original form, will result in an immediate drain of 5,000 chakra from the user. Screaming Strike :: Level 4 :: Taking into account the odd drain that can happen if the previous level is used for more then one post. The twin blades can actually strike harder, and damage greater with each following post that they are held split, thanks to this level. Although the 5,000 drain continues on their bodies with each post they remain this way, they continue to grow stronger and more dangerous as well. After two posts following the original, the cost will grow to 10,000.
Dark. A dark so complete, so absolutely total, that there wasn't just an absence of light, there was an absence of even the idea of light. In a darkness this complete, even considering what light was seemed folly. This was followed by the realization of cold. Not the bone-chilling ache of frigid temperatures, this was the cold that was the absence of all warmth. As complete in it's own way as the darkness, though less terrifying. This was succeeded by the feeling of being surrounded, closed in on all sides by something loose yet pressing. Scrabbling hands eventually made some slight progress against this giving yet all-encompassing material, and as more progress was made, the truth began to dawn on the individual. They were buried, buried alive! Panic overwhelmed the senses, as lungs futilely tried to suck in air, only to be rewarded with the hollow pang of nothing. No air! they were going to suffocate! Terror fueled strength, hands continued to claw madly at the dirt surrounding them, making rapid progress even as the body's lungs threatened unconsciousness without air. And still they fought, scrabbled for every inch of gained ground they could. There was no way of knowing if they were even going in the right direction, in a cruel twist of fate they could have been buried face down in the dirt. But no, thinking like that would only lead them to even higher peaks of terror, they had to try to remain in control. even as their lungs sucked pitifully at any last trace molecule of air, even as their fingernails tore and bled from the mad clawing at the dirt, their mind fought to retain some semblance of control.
There! The dirt seemed to shift, were they getting closer to the surface? Hope gave them the strength for one last push, one last rush of frenzied strength that tore through the final layer of dirt that had covered them. The figure tore through the earth's surface, almost crying with relief at having escaped such a horrible fate. No thought to who would have done such a thing, or why, was in their mind, they were too focused on sucking in greedy lungfuls of air, too busy holding themselves up as the sheer relief left them feeling dizzy and weak. Only after the adrenaline rush of such a close brush with death left them shaking, only then did they realize that the air they were inhaling wasn't as fulfilling as it should have been. It almost felt like their body was just going through the motions, that the breathing itself was just some hollow act. What was going on? They raised their head, and only then began to wonder at just where they were. The sky was dark, the darkness of a thunderstorm marred by oil slick clouds, wandering wisps of slate gray and steel that spread across the dank sky in a grim parody of a normal skyline. The land itself was twisted and barren, the plant life was all stunted and misshapen, the trees completely bare of any leaves, the sparse grasses withered and white-yellow. There was just barely enough light to see. As they lowered their gaze once more, they let out a strangled cry as they saw the clammy pallor of their hands. They were a dead gray, almost the same hue as the sky. They brought a hand up and felt their cheek, only to cry out at the cold that they felt. Both their hand and their cheek, as cold as stone, as chill as death.
Terror rising up in them once more, they got to their feet before breaking into a stumbling run, dashing headlong in the same direction they had been facing. There was no sign of anywhere being a better direction than another, the place, whatever it was, seemed absolutely deserted. So they just ran. Getting up after they stumbled and crashed into the rocky ground, each time afraid to consider the implications when they didn't feel pain from the sharp rocks that bit into their shins and palms. And still they ran, long past the point at which they should have collapsed, wheezing for breath and exhausted. Time seemed meaningless in this nightmare, they could have been running for hours, or even days. And still they pressed on. Maybe if they ran fast enough, maybe if they traveled far enough, they could escape, break free from this horrible dream and return to reality, wake up and find themselves in something less terrifying. But no. Any reality more palatable than the one they were trapped in proved completely unreachable.
They stumbled and fell again, and a weariness that struck their very soul filled them. It made each limb feel like it was banded with steel, weighed down with the weight of their terror and panic. They couldn't bring themselves to get up, they could barely just roll over onto their back, panting hard even with the breath not seeming to refresh them. They wanted to cry at the sheer unfairness of it all, of not knowing what was going on, or even who they were. Whatever had happened, surely they didn't deserve something as horrible as all of this! But the tears resolutely refused to come, their eyes felt as dry as their mouth, as arid as a desert. They felt horribly thirsty, but there had been no sign of any rivers or lakes, or even any puddles. The thirst they felt wasn't a normal thirst, it gnawed at their innards like a caged animal, ravenous claws and fangs tearing furrows into her with every passing moment. There was no hunger, just thirst, but it was a great and terrible thirst, something dark that spoke of things darker still.
They were still unable to move, and the scenery began to distort or blur. The landscape itself was unchanged, but it seemed their thirst had reached the point of delusion. Time, already as obfuscated as could be, gained even less meaning, as days blended into weeks into seconds. Time seemed to move at a glacial slowness while jumping forward great stretches in time. In the brief flashes of what could almost be called lucidity, they saw only an unchanging landscape. The same gray and bleak sky, marred with oil black clouds that never shed their rain. The same withered and dessicated land, infertile soil that was more dust than anything.
This continued for several eternities, during which they felt they had surely lost, regained, and lost their sanity again and again. At times they railed against the cosmic unfairness of it all, at other times they welcomed it. This monotony of hellish intensity continued unabated for an infinitude of time. It seemed to shatter when they felt a cold liquid trickle past parched and cracked lips, into a sand-dry mouth and down a choked throat. Gulping past the painful lump in their throat, they drank greedily and instinctively. As the frigid liquid slowly began to let vitality return to them, their vision cleared. As the multitude of fractured images coalesced into one single, though still somewhat blurry, picture.
At first, all that could be seen was a roughly humanoid figure. As details began to sift in, color was added to this otherwise monochromatic realm. The figure seemed tall, yet very thin to the point of being emaciated. They wore a mask, a solid affair that seemed to cover their entire head save for a small slit where the mouth would be. Their garments seemed soiled, with what had to be blood, while bandages were festooned on their arms. One arm was still outstretched to supine form, offering out a gourd filled with the cold water. Still weak, the thirsty form managed to sit up, before reaching out to take the gourd and drink deeply once more. The more they drank, the thirstier they seemed to get. And even then, even though the gourd never seemed to run out. They didn't care why, they were just grateful for it.
Finally, they felt sated, and wordlessly handed the gourd back to the stranger. It was accepted equally as silently, tucked into a belt composed of more bandages. A hand reached out to help them out, and only then, after all of those years spent in silence, only then did sound fill the air. In a quiet voice reminiscent of flipping pages of a book, a dry whisper that was nonetheless fully audible. "Feeling better, young one?"
At first, the young one didn't answer, too unused to hearing anything to actually know how to even process it. But eventually their mind caught up, and they nodded. "Y-yes, thank of. Wh-where are it, what is the p-place?" The words came slowly, haltingly, long decades of disuse had cost fluidity of use. The words felt stuck in their throat, and by the time they escaped, they had grown jumbled, distorted. Even so, the other still seemed to understand them.
"You don't recognize it, young one? You don't feel the bond to this place, that reaches out to the very core, that hearkens back to the most basics part of what makes you you? Why, this is the underworld!"
What?! That... that couldn't be! If they were in the Underworld, then that would mean... But even as their mind railed against the increasingly obvious truth of the statement, the realization hit them like a physical blow. They crumbled then, sinking down to sprawl on the ground, like a marionette with it's strings cut. "Then, this is the dead?" Even with the dawning horror, their speaking skill had yet to recover.
"Yes. You passed away, and rather than move on, your soul has become bound to the world. There is some form of connection, some drive, a wish or desire you have, isn't there?" They thought this over. It was still impossible to try to come to terms with the fact of their death, so instead they chose to simply ignore that until later. Instead, their mind latched onto a smaller, hopefully safer puzzle. Was there some form of desire that they still had, some wish that might be so important as to cause such a horrible fate?
Before they could really make any realization, before they could plumb the depths of their consciousness to find out the truth, a shudder ran through them. Muscles twitched and spasmed, their entire body jerked and thrashed in a paroxysm of unknown source. Writhing in the fine dust of the ground, they tried to regain control over their body, but it seemed useless. whatever was happening, whatever rogue impulse had gained control over them, it had struck without warning and left no clue toward it's source.
As suddenly as it had come, it was gone just as quickly. The rush of emotions that the seizure had caused had also served to revitalize them, to shake off the terror-fueled lethargy that had robbed them of volition. Even so, there was a bone-deep ache in their entire body, that made each movement gain that uncomfortably tight feeling, similar to when a tooth was drilled. The numbness took away anything that might be actual pain, but the feeling that it should hurt was still there in force.
Staggering to their feet, the figure wobbled uncertainly, unable to gain their balance. After several long moments passed, they finally seemed to gain their equilibrium, enough at least that they seemed in no immediate danger of falling over. Once they reached that point, the stranger inquired after their details. "So, young one, do you remember your name, or anything from before you woke up here?"
At that question, the shorter figure almost fell over all over again, as a sudden chill ran down their back. Just who were they? They couldn't remember?! They frowned deeply in concentration, thinking back, back as far as they could. Back to when they were drinking, back to when they were running, back to when they clawed their way free of the dirt. Back to even before that. As they did, they felt a numb ache growing in their head. But now that they realized they couldn't even remember who they were, they fought past the pain, forcing themself to concentrate even more. Slowly- so slowly!- they began to see glimmers. Bit and pieces, fragments really. But something, some slight clue toward who they had been. They saw a flash of metal, they felt the heat from a fire. Was that it? That didn't tell them anything... Finally, they had to concede defeat, crumpling to their knees once more. Those scraps of possible memory tantalizing in their vagaries. Just who were they? They had to know!
It seemed the stranger had been waiting for just such a moment. Only once they had sunk to their knees in defeat did the stranger lean down, pulling out something small and oval out of a voluminous sleeve. A mirror? They wordlessly took it, bringing it up to see what they looked like. For a moment, they hoped that seeing their face might spark recognition. But no, seeing themself in the mirror did nothing. They looked at the stranger they saw reflected in the mirror, and tried to tell themself that THAT was them, that that was what they looked like, and who they were. But even then, no matter how long they stared, the face remained unknown to them. Finally, they sighed, and handed the mirror back. A bit afraid of the answer, they worked up their nerve and dared to ask. "Do... do you know who I am? Who I was?"
The stranger didn't answer right away. Perhaps being cruel, or perhaps simply considering. Finally, they gave a single, solemn nod. At that, the crestfallen one perked up somewhat, could they find out who they had been?! "Then... can you tell me?" Only to plunge into sorrow once more, as the stranger shook their head. "All I can tell you is your name. Yodan no Keishi. The rest, you will have to discover for yourself. For now, come with me."
Without even stopping to think, the newly-named Keishi got to their feet, and followed along, with only a few stumbles along the way. They didn't know why, but they trusted this unnamed stranger, trusted them implicitly. Why? They didn't know. They just knew that they could trust the stranger. Even so, curiosity eventually got the better of them. "Um... where are we going?"
For a long time, the stranger didn't answer, they only kept walking with long, practiced strides, forcing Keishi to almost run to keep up. Even with no signs or clues toward where they were or where they were going, the stranger didn't seem to have any doubt toward which way to go, stalking forward in a straight line through the dessicated wilderness. Keishi was still managing to keep up, but she was kept busy enough doing so that she didn't even have a chance to ask toward their destination.
In this land of the dead, were there others like them. She assumed the stranger was dead like she was, there had to be more than just the two of them, right? An entirety of a world, populated by just two, that would make it seem more like a particularly grating Hell, rather than the Afterlife. Of course there were only a few shades' worth of difference between those two, but if nothing else, she refused to believe that whoever she had been, had been evil enough to be sent to Hell. She didn't feel evil!
They continued walking, and Keishi felt positive it had already been several hours. Neither seemed to feel the need to take a break or even slow down. The landscape seemed just as dead and boring as it had before. Now that she had had so much time to grow used to it, she was feeling at least a bit more at ease. Only a bit, though, as the unknown that was their destination still hung overhead like the sword of Damocles. She had hopes that whatever it was, it would be a positive rather than a negative. But until they arrived, whenever that finally happened, she had no way of knowing.
Hours stretched into even more hours, and finally, finally, there was a change in the landscape. Nothing much, but even a small change seemed significant in a land without. It started as just a small speck on the horizon, but that speck was a bright white, the color of bleached bone. In this land of gray and black, white was a rare color, and as such it grabbed the eye. It was still a long distance away, but with them never stopping in their trek, it may not take too long of a time to arrive. They judged their progress by how big the speck appeared. By the time it was as big as their fist, they could begin to see some of the speck's details. An immense building, swooping curves and pillars in a rather odd architecture. Odd, they seemed to know at least a little of architecture. Had they been an engineer when they were alive? No, that didn't sound right. Something with building or creating, though? Possibly.
While they ruminated, the building got closer and closer. Only as it did, only then did it's true size really become evident. When it had appeared to be the size of a mansion, it had still been a long way off, and grew larger the closer they got. Now? Now it was simply enormous. How a building of such size could even remain standing, hold itself up under it's own weight was a seeming impossibility. More details were evident, too. Nothing that gave any clue toward the building's purpose, though. So Keishi remained silent as they approached through what had to be the final few miles. They reached a hand toward the stranger, but even before they had a chance to ask, the mirror was handed to them again. Keishi looked at the reflection, studying the face that lay revealed. Skin was dark and dead-looking, but the eyes held a spark of life. The expression was one of lingering confusion and apprehension, no surprise there. As they looked at the face more and more, a realization hit them, that seemed so utterly obvious in hindsight. they were a girl! With everything that had happened up until now, they, she, hadn't even thought about such a matter. Really, who did? something like that should be obvious enough, whether one looked at themselves or not. But the matter was resolved now, and another piece of her past life was returned to her. How big of a part remained to be seen.
It would have to be worked out at another time, however, as they had finally arrived. The building, so big that humongous didn't even come close to it, now lay immediately in front of them. A pair of mammoth arched doors were in front of them. The doors were easily over a hundred feet tall, the tops impossible to make out from this steep of an angle. Yet when the stranger pushed against them, they slid inwards smoothly, easily. Either the stranger was ridiculously strong, or the doors were not actually as heavy as they by all rights should be.
Keishi followed the stranger inside, stepping into an utter pitch blackness that seemed to actually absorb light from the outside.Once they stepped in, the door closed behind them, the immense panels moving soundlessly. Once they closed, darkness reigned, but only for a moment. Within an instant, either their eyes adjusted, or a new source of diffuse light was released, casting the entirety of their surroundings in a pale illumination. Certainly not enough to read by, but the insubstantial glow seemed to give them enough light to see their surroundings. Those surroundings being an immense hall, pillars marching in a straight line on either side of them into the distance. The stranger wasted no time in marching down that path, and Keishi was quick on his heels. She went to ask what this place was, but at a gesture she went silent. It seemed he didn't want her to speak, at least not now. Since he seemed familiar with this place, and she very obviously wasn't, that was a good enough reason for her to hold her tongue. Instead she just followed along behind him. She did tilt her head in confusion when he turned at a sharp angle and went between two of the pillars seemingly at random. There was no sign there was anything special about those particular pillars, but the stranger must have had a reason.
That reason was revealed a moment later, as they reached the wall on that side, and the much smaller door set in it. This was a more normal sized door, just a foot or so higher than the average height of a person. Keishi wasn't the tallest, so she could well walk through with her arms raised, if she wanted. While the stranger was noticeably taller, though not quite to the point of having to stoop to pass through it. The stranger stopped at the door, waiting a moment before a hand came up and gave a single, sharp rap at the door. Then he waited. Several long moments later, the door opened. From the wrong side, the side where the hinges had been. As the door opened, more light came forth, though not enough to blind them. The stranger led Keishi through this newest door, and she followed, looking around curiously. [3621 x 2 = 7242 out of ??? ]
Posted: Sat Mar 03, 2012 1:37 am
“Lost myself in an endless goodnight, Kept the time by the patterns of the streetlight, Couldn't get it right, I could never get it right…”
The Kyonshi rests peacefully within a coffin somewhere in the Afterlife. The sound of creaks and moans are heard as the ceiling of the room the coffin is in shifts. It goes from a starry night sky to a bright clear sky with a sun right in the center of the ceiling. The candles all about the room light themselves as the coffin creeps open. Resting inside is Kibishii. His arms are crossed over his chest and his sweaty, messy, steel blue colored hair is covering his face completely. His body remains still a moment before he suddenly bolts straight up. His arms are still over his chest and he doesn't show any sign that he's about to leave the casket. "I'm so hungry," the man mumbles. He seems to look around the room, despite his hair still clinging to his face and hiding it from view. He grabs the edge of the coffin and commences rocking his body back and forth. He eventually rolls right out of the casket and onto the floor with a loud crash. Without making a fuss and as if the floor were made of cushions, Kibishii stands up and begins walking to the farthest side of the room. He opens the door leading out of the barren room and out and into the world outside. With a quick comb of his hair with one hand, he shifts the longer strands of his hair out of his face.
His bangs remain undisturbed and effectively hide his eyes from view. Yet and still he looks up at the white cloud covered sky much the same as if he had his long bangs out of his face. He begins strolling along, kicking at the clouds that cover the ground like low covering fog. Where exactly he was going since there isn't anything out there, is a mystery. Not even a small building like the one that he'd left out of could be seen. However, its hard to say if that's the case since the whole region looks like its covered by the same thick fog covering the ground that the man walks along. In time he eventually arrives at a small cave opening. The inside of it shines through the fog and seeing inside is fairly easy. It's a light gray on the inside and there's a huge hole in the floor. Kibishii steps deeper inside and seems to stare down into the center of the hole. It could be seen as a portal with sparkles and swirls spewing upward from it. Staring down at it a while longer reveals some sort of scene playing out somewhere from an aerial viewpoint. The Kyonshi crouches down and gazes at the scene playing out before him. He could see a large room and people inside.
Last he checked people had yet to arrive, but they were slowly pooling into the room. He tries recalling a memory related to this scene somehow but nothing comes to him. Either he didn't have such a memory or his memories had still yet to return. He wondered when that would happen or if it ever would. After all, he'd never really been of this clan before and capable of remembering such things. At any rate, he watches things unfold carefully. Apparently the living world had become bored and a war was about to begin. Or at least, from Kibishii's point of view the fighting seemed forced. There were a few mortals that seemed to be against the fighting, but others seemed all too willing. It was as if they had been suppressing their need to shed blood up until someone gave them an excuse to act in their true nature. But the Kyonshi had a fair bit of knowledge beyond what those below held. He knew exactly who killed the leaders of the villages. The man even knew how they were all killed. Not that he'd tell any of them. None of them seemed to be of any interest to him. And even if they were, he was bound by certain rules not to disclose certain information unless under specific circumstances.
As is the way of he and of his clan. As the people begin to dwindle in the room, Kibishii ponders over what will happen next. Who will strike first? Were even half of them prepared for what was really about to happen? And if the war goes on and isn't stopped by some means, would their world end? That could prove to be quite a problem. The Kyonshi couldn't just let his source for near immortality fade away. Not to mention his only real source of entertainment. Still, he wasn't going to interfere unless times called for it. Even if he decided to walk amongst the beings of the living world, he wouldn't make any effort to get in the way of the current events. But... he watches the people leave and them the scene changes. He watches people being attacked by enemies in not only one village but many. People trying to enter enemied villages take advantage of the confusion of not knowing what is going on and attack the unknowing visitors. Allies and neutral parties make moves to defend their respective villages rather than trying to help those of others. He had to admit things were getting pretty juicy. He didn't have to follow around one or two people for years to get some hint of excitement.
Could he really just sit here and watch now? He wanted to be out and taking part in the goings on of this age. Besides, this would be a great opportunity to gain exclusive information about the corpses of those killed if he returned to that place. Then there's the opportunity to extend his life and increase his immortal state too. He places his long, black fingernail to his temple before touching it to his lip. He allows his pinky finger to glide along the scar streaking from his right ear and across his left eye before disappearing behind his bangs. "Maybe I shouldn't be so hasty? It might be best to wait things out a while longer. I need to build a 'life' for myself before I go and walk among the living also. If someone realized that I never had a childhood in this body, well, I'm not sure of their reaction. It'd be interesting to see, but it would mess my plans up a great deal. A pity really." He thinks aloud to himself as he continues watching things occur. Hidden Leaf seemed to have been undergoing a crisis, but it is soon avoided. Hidden Heaven's Kage seems to have not only snapped and went on and attacked Konoha, but also exposed his identity in the process.
Only the village Kage can control the floating village of Hidden Heaven, so the moment the man brought his village into the fight his identity was exposed. Kibishii thinks on how lucky it was that the villages that planned to hide their villagers in that village hadn't gone there yet. It would have meant more kills for the Kyonshi but he didn't want that big of a massacre to occur. That would probably result in the whole war ordeal being cut short. The population had to remain a certain number or higher, otherwise interference would commence the moment the numbers changed. Reaching into the opening on the neck of his black trench coat, the man draws out a black feather pin. He then reaches into the shawl slung over his shoulder and chest much like a shoulder bag, and draws out a white notebook. He slips it open and skims through the page he flips the notebook open to. He blows out a bit of air from his mouth. This causes his hair to drift upward and away from his face but not reveal his eyes. Many of the names of the people that died in Hidden Heaven and Hidden Leaf during the big battle are written on the double-sided pages of the book.
That's rather creepy. He touches the pin to his tongue that he pokes out a little before beginning to write more names on the remaining lines of the page. Once that page is covered from top to bottom, he flips the page to reveal two clean sheets of paper. With a flick of his wrist, he begins filling out more and more names. Near each name he quickly jots down the date, time, means, and location of the deaths of the names he writes down.
“Sadly, this is a wasted conversation, Lost on you, lost on you, This is a test of my patience, Your blue eyes are so cruel…”
When he has written his fill and covered another page and part of another, he stows the notebook back into its place. He removes yet another notebook and just seems to hold it, staring at it contently. It's red, unlike his white one, and has Notebook of Death written across the cover of it in thick black letters. He flips it open and, unlike in his other notebook, examines the set of rules on the first page. The writing seems similar to his own and the instructions seem to be ordered. A description about the book and what it ultimately does is also in the book. He chews on the end of his pen before stowing that as well. He flips through the black notebook pages a while before shutting the book. It wasn't an easy task, but Kibishii has obtained two very rare items. Even in this part of the Afterlife, it's hard to come by just items let alone some of those colors. The Notebook of Death is a very powerful tool if used properly. It can determine life and death of individuals, just to name its most admired trait. But it also has other properties that enhance the holder of one. For this Kyonshi, however, he has no intentions of using it to its full potential. He uses it to determine deaths and little more.
If that's the case, then why is he hoarding another one besides his white one? The man stands while looking down and into the portal. "I am hungry though... I'd really like to partake in one of the more delectable treats of the living world. But I shouldn't go there and stick around. I'll just have to hurry and snatch up a few boxes and then hurry back. Now isn't the time to dawdle and linger in the mortal world." He sure does have a habit of talking to himself. He puts away the second notebook and seems to roll forward and through the portal. The portal lights up brightly as his form disappears from view.
"So you're saying that you only have doggy biscuits of that variety? I am no dog, sir. You should have just said you don't have them," Kibishii says to someone he is standing extremely close to. Their faces are inches apart and the Kyonshi's nails are gliding down the males cheek. Another hand is cupping the top of this stranger's head. A huge grin is plastered on Kibishii's face as he talks to the employee stacking canned goods. "Do you have large biscuits that I can shape into bones?" The teen shakes his head quickly. "How do you suppose the dog biscuits would taste? Can I try one now and buy the box if I like it?" Noticing the boy is obviously stunned and not used to such actions by a customer, the man releases him and makes his way to the pet aisle. He scans the shelves for the elusive doggy biscuits and wonders what kind of box they might be in. When he finds a box with biscuits written on it he takes the box from the shelf. He shakes the box a little before tearing the lid of the box off. He rips open the plastic packaging inside and draws out a small round biscuit barely in the shape of a bone. He didn't think that he would like the biscuit so he becomes hesitant to eat it.
Eventually he figures it couldn't hurt to eat the biscuit just to see how the more dog shaped ones might taste. He takes a bite and chews for a few moments. He doesn't outright spit the biscuit piece out or make a face of disdain, so whether he likes it or not is unknown. When he grins and downs the other part of the biscuit, it becomes clear. He takes another biscuit, and another biscuit, and another biscuit from the box and eats it. They tasted pretty good. Just when he goes to eat another he frowns a little. He didn't want to just eat them for the sake of eating them. He'd tried them and needed to find some that are perfectly bone shaped. This would curb his hunger but it wouldn't stave off the withdrawal symptoms that come from not having bone shaped biscuits. He shuts the box and looks at the spot that the box had been resting before. Behind his cover of hair his eyes are staring at the boxes and trying to assess whether or not another box might contain biscuits that are better shaped. Tucking the box under his arm, he wanders away from that area and looks for another brand of biscuits. If he couldn't find another one then he might act on that thought and try opening another box or so.
Just when he comes to the end of the aisle he notices a doggy biscuit box on a shelf. They seem bone shaped but only opening the box would reveal if it really was as the picture illustrated. He takes a box off the shelf and gets a few angry stares from other customers as he tears open the box. He smiles happily when removing a biscuit and seeing that it is almost perfectly bone shaped. He places the biscuit into his mouth, closes the box, and then takes the biscuit from his mouth. He looks at the shoppers as they stare at him with confused, angry, and even disgusted looks. Was it so hard to go shopping without others judging the method he used to shop and the things that he bought? Kibishii walks around until finding a cart and wheels it back over to the pet aisle. He drags every last box of biscuits from the shelf and into the cart. They all seem to fit, though they overflow just a tad. After checking everything out, he would return home the same way he'd come.
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Posted: Sun Mar 11, 2012 9:30 am
Silently, if there was sound in this dimension, three spirits labored at the ground beneath the Outer Chakra Gates of this realm. No one spoke, for no one needed to here. Thoughts trans-versed the area between them, all of which had a spiritual headband that labeled them as being prior Konoha shinobi. Still, the silence never broke as the ground gave way to a hidden chamber that had been long lost beneath the Outer Gates. What was this chambers purpose you might ask. However, a slight glint of content was seen within their spectral eyes. To them this chamber meant something unexplored. Something that they had been looking for for quite some time now.
If one truly had eyes in this place, one could look in all directions and see pits in the dirt. Clearly years had been spent looking for this now unearthed door. Still the silence endured as each of the three lay a hand on three of the four iron handles that held the chamber sealed. A struggle between the three continued for a few moments before the seal gave way to pressurized air that sent stray dust flying into a shallow cloud.
Finally the time had arrived, each thought to themselves though their thoughts communicated perfectly between eachother. We have found 'him'. Beneath the now unearthed seal lay a very detailed set of stairs that seemed to go down quite a bit before turning off onto the left.
The three columned into a single file line each laying their eyes on the carvings that seemed to depict four great shinobi and their life as it had been lived on Earth. These carvings led down the continuous stairs that broke off into a large burial chamber that could only be described as 'magnificent'. Clearly, to an outsider this individual whom had been buried was one of great importance. However, this importance seemed not to matter as each of the three now worked at another sealed door, though this one was to a large stone coffin.
Within moments the coffin flew free, but underneath lay not a dead man. It was a man with long flowing crimson hair. He wore armor that made his aura seem that of nobility. This was what they had been searching for indeed, for each now put their palms to their chests, summoning chakra into their palms. One of the three now stood directly above the head of this crimson haired man.
"You will rise again." said the Konoha apparition in an unwavering tone. "The last piece of your soul has been found."
Motioning for the others to complete this somewhat druidic ritual; the first now withdrew what looked to be eyes, but they were not materialistic. Each eye seemed to be a shadow or ghost of a form. These were now brought down into the skull of the man whom they'd been hovering over. Simultaneously the other two shinobi plunged their chakra into either side of the mans chest.
If there was indeed light in this world, there would have been a blinding one from the resurrection of this man of unknown nobility. For now, the blood had began to flow and the heart began to beat. What had needed to be done had been done and all was complete. The three now withdrew, for they didn't want to be known for their deeds. The man's future now certain and his stay in the Afterlife would be called to end.
It was nearly a day in human hours before the man awoke. It had been the first time in centuries. Due to this time, the man could recall nothing. "Where am I? Who am I?" stated the exasperated man as he would climb from his coffin.
Still, the room startled him more. The carvings laid out in their intricate detail seemed familiar and not so far off within his mind. Had one of these four men been him? These questions puzzled his mind as he would climb a set of stairs that he found. At the top of these stairs, the ground broke forth to a gate. Behind this gate lay darkness that seemed unnervingly deadly. This was not to be his path, the man decided.
Instead, he chose to wander through a cloudy mist that hovered everywhere in this world. Once he'd entered, the man was unable to find his way back from whence he came. This too puzzled the man. The only explanation to these strange occurrences was death. Perhaps he had died and been sent to purgatory. Regardless, the mist would have to end somewhere. If he were dead then it wasn't like he had anywhere else to be.
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Posted: Sun Mar 11, 2012 12:04 pm
The man continued trudging forth through the mist as his mind wandered off. His name was a loss. This individual now caught between the folds of the Afterlife, though revered by some, did not know his name. It seemed like hours had passed before he finally sat down; tired of the endless mist that lay before him.
For the first time, he noticed that he'd been walking on a water type substance. His reflection stared back at him in an ominous fashion. "So this is what I look like..." He said out loud as he ran a finger over his cheek. The armor he wore, both black and crimson like his hair, seemed rather well put together. If this was the garb that he was buried in, someone must have loved him when he was alive.
He'd nearly been done watching his reflection when he happened upon a name printed into either forearm's arm piece. Elbane Fatima. Slowly he read this outloud several times. Whether it was his name or not, the name did roll off the tongue fairly well. "That will be my name then..." said Elbane as he stood to his feet. The surroundings that he'd believed himself to be had now changed. There was a large forest now in his midst. A casual look behind and he realized there had been no way that he'd walked through the brush unawares.
This dimension held many secrets that he wished answered, but aside from the faint smells of dwellers from his chamber there had been no other signs of life or undead alike. Silently, cautiously Elbane crept through the jungle's underbrush. In the distance there was sound of movement, but it wasn't of wildlife. It sounded like metallic clangs. Had he found another life form in this forsaken place? Quickly, he leapt from where he now stood, rushing through the surroundings until he found the source of the clang.
Here deep within this forest was a small wooden hut. A timely old man stood outside by a fire beating away at his sword in what looked like an attempt to repair recent damage. Upon Elbane's entry to the clearing, the old man casually placed his weapon to the ground and offered a greeting, "You there! Make yourself at home. Its not often that I find others roaming into my domain."Enlightened by the old man's warm welcome, Elbane moved forward to take a seat alongside the fire.
"So... What brings you hear Elbane?" said the Old man as he placed his hand into a satchel alongside his chair. With a flick of his wrist a small loaf of bread flew into a now outstretched hand.
"You know my name?" said Elbane whom was puzzled figuring he'd given himself the name at random. Perhaps it had been his real name and this individual knew who he had been in his past life
Again the Old man spoke, "Of course I know your name. Once upon a time you fought with me during the old days. Well... a part of you fought with me. The rest of you is something else entirely. See... Sometimes when people die, only part of them comes to the afterlife. The rest lingers on to attempt watching over the world as it changes. So, in order to make use of these pieces laying around up here, I and a few of the Elder members up here created you as you are now. Most of you is my old friend Elbane. However, you've got many other individuals within you. Overtime I imagine you'll see through their eyes the things that you've missed. Its been a very long time since you've been alone. Any piece of you that is." He said this with a smirk, awaiting Elbane's response.
This was not to be, Elbane thought. The old man had definitely been pulling his leg. How could a person not be whole? Also, if he was comprised of many beings, then why did it feel as if he lived? There were many more questions, but instead of asking them; Elbane merely nodded, "Then explain to me who you are old man. I've seen many odd things since I awoke and you are the only other being I've encountered." It would be best if he found out who he was dealing with prior to believing any stories the individual might conjure.
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Posted: Wed Mar 14, 2012 7:24 am
Although skeptical of this newly found individual, Elbane could not help but feel at ease in his presence. The man looked to not have a care in the world, though had a stern aura about him that made one think this old man must have been someone important during his life on Earth. Elbane's inquiry hadn't seemed to bother the old man, for he spoke up in the same casual tone as before, "My name is Hashirama Senju. During my time in life I was known to be the first hokage for Konoha, also the founder. You won't have recollection of any of the villages due to your untimely death during the First Shinobi War. Don't you worry though. Soon as we see fit, you'll be returned to the world of the living. Your destiny is to bring order back to the world we once knew. There are many things that have went on since your death that are not to my liking. Regardless, only time will set these things straight. For now...." He stated while standing to his feet, "It is time for you to begin your wake up training."
A faint distant memory relapsed upon the mention of the name Hashirama Senju. It was as if a whisper was being carried from the distance in an attempt to gain his attention, but no solid memories came to mind. Still, it did seem to be familiar as if he should know it. From Hashirama's tone there was no doubt left that he was telling the truth. So, this was to be his destiny. Not death, but life afterall. Together with Hashirama, Elbane stood. Knowing that this would be intensive training, Elbane removed all of his armor to reveal tight fitting black clothing underneath. Upon setting the final piece down, he spoke up, "So, Hashirama what is this wake up training you speak of? I still do not remember anything of my time in life that you've been speaking of, but your name seems familiar so I will trust you. However, I do not know if this destiny you speak of for me will be true, I will work with you to obtain it if it means that I shall live again."
The elder Hokage didn't begin speech upon Elbane's final words. Instead, he shot forth at a speed comparable to lightning with his palm outstretched towards Elbane's chest. Hashirama stopped mere milimeters from his target, but the blast of momentum slung Elbane nearly twenty foot backward, "There is nothing I have to teach you that you do not already know boy. We just have to awaken your dormant memories and put some good old elbow grease on your joints to get you moving again. In your prime you kept up with me, but at your current level a mere Genin could destroy you with ease." Slowly, he crouched into another offensive stance that showed no weak points for attack.
Tortured and beat for years. Tortured and beat for years. Death of Brethern. Civil Disrest. Interfering with Mortals. Charges upon charges. But his soul was spared from Hel.... His soul saved from the pitts of Pluto. He was isntead tortured by Titans.
"and how long did you think that this would hold me?...not forever I hope? It's okay because what's going to happen..it's even bigger than me. Nothing can stop this from happening."
"HUSH PRISONER! YOU WERE LUCKY YOUR VERY SOUL WASN'T THROWN TO HEL!"
A whip crash. A sword stab. Torture. For Years. The very god.. was being tortured by his brethern..for something that happened years ago. He brought down war like nobody had seen. He turned everything upside down.. and yet his fingers were still moving.
"Lucky.. Has nothing to do with what is going to happen."
His eyes started to glow a green color. Everything..was going to change... Everything.
Posted: Sat Mar 17, 2012 5:18 am
The first Hokage was toying with Elbane's emotions. He could tell that much. There had been some truth to the Hokage's speech before. Elbane was analyzing the entire area with ease. The movements were being filtered through his mind in an analytical form that showed a very thorough explanation of how the events were going. When the Hokage had placed his right foot down upon shoving Elbane backwards, he'd replaced himself with a wooden form that was nearly one hundred percent identical. How had he known that? The real Hokage now lay dormant underground two paces infront of where the clone now sat. The trap itself was very thorough. However, Elbane wouldn't be fooled as easily as the Hokage had believed. Instinct, it seemed, would be on Elbane's side regardless of if he remembered why or not. Quickly, hand signs flew together as if he'd known them all along. The ground within a five meter radius of the clone erupted, sending wooden spikes shooting directly around its captive. Shichuurou no Jutsu had been completed. Now, with the Hokage's clone being unable to see; Elbane's hands worked furiously to accomplish another set of hand signs. A tree began growing underneath the Hokage who was below ground. Trapped from above and below, the Hokage would most definitely have to pull out something magnificent to not receive damage. Something magnificent was not needed from the elder. He'd anticipated these movements well before they'd finished and had accomplished his own set of hand seals. The technique Birth of Dense Woodland entangled its way around Elbane's body. This forced the youth to submit as the Hokage how surfaced before him. "You still have your reflexes about you, but you are missing the power that you used to thrive upon. I think in time you will remember these things... but for now, you've shown me that you at least still know the techniques I trained you with." said the Hokage as he motioned towards a clearing in the woods, "You must now go there and find your new destiny." As those last words were spoken, the Hokage had formed a simple hand sign and all had went black. Questions unanswered, the genin stumbled forward in the darkness unable to see where he'd been shoved. This was a Genjutsu no doubt and it had been put upon him to keep the boy from being able to return. The Hokage was smart indeed and had gave the boy enough power to stand on his feet with a purpose. This destiny would be fulfilled, for it was the only thing he had to hold onto. Having used his Chakra to flood Elbane's thoughts, the Hokage now began tuning in further. The boys thoughts had to be arranged better then they had been during the hasty revival. It didn't help that the eyes in his head were of his previous enemy and clouded the thoughts. In time this would be a benefit. Both sides of the ancient bloodline of the Sage of the Six Paths. Plus the powerful demon they'd implanted in the boys stomach that had yet to stir. All of the keys had been placed in the locks, but the dormant power was being held back. Flash back: "Elbane!" said a conciderably younger version of the first Hokage. "Huh? What do you want? This is our day off, why must you wake me so early in the morning?" said the crimson haired form of Elbane, pillow now covering both ears. "All of that raw talent that you possess will mean nothing if you don't work hard to keep ahead of the game. We must train to be the strongest of our peers. Afterall, one day I am to be the leader of this Gambit. I intend to keep you as my faithful little errand boy." said Hashirama Senju with a whole hearted laugh Rather heated at being refered to as an errand boy, Elbane got up and clothed himself. With a grimace to the work he would be performing today, the youth stumbled out of his small make-shift hut with Hashirama whom now led the way. They walked silently with the bright morning sun above them, eyes cast towards the stream they walked along almost as if they were awaiting a fish to flop onto the shore for morning breakfast. This morning walk was a bit different then the rest though. Hashirama had began to speak of their future and the plans that he had for the world. It was almost inspiring if it wasn't for the fact that Elbane was still half asleep. "You see, I want to unite the Uchiha clan with our people. Then we can make a huge village to stop all of these wars. I'm tired of the battles we keep getting hired to fight against them. Each of us are in it for the money, but its causing useless bloodshed. If we unite our people into one entity, we can make real changes in the world. Uniting the battle torn estates would serve the world good. My name would go down in the books then, right Elbane?" said Hashirama clearly perturbed as to why his friend was still partially dozing off as they walked. "Yeah, I understand where you are going with that. The trouble is, that Madara... He doesn't want a truce. I believe he likes the thrill of fighting us. Especially you. It seems like he always goes straight for you in battles. That killing intent is strong, but you always seem to keep your life and his. Uniting the countries under peace is a great idea, but I doubt it'll happen during our lifetime. One can hope though..." stated Elbane as he trudged along holding one hand to his stomach as it growled. "All of this thinking is making me hungry..." Shaking his head, Hashirama tossed Elbane a piece of bread from his pouch, "You are always a little less prepared then you should be unless we are on the battlefield. You aren't unlike Madara yourself when out there. Don't think I haven't seen you rushing by yourself into the frontlines. You crave the attention. The only thing that is unlike him in you is your lack of will power to train and your lack of will to kill. Talent will not keep you going forever and eventually your blade will be stained by the enemy." said Hashirama in a more serious tone. All of a sudden Elbane awoke from the dream he'd been having. The darkness had left and again he was in the midst of a large overhanging mist, "Well I guess it was too much to ask for a set of good directions Hashirama. Where had that dream came from? It had seemed like it was real, but he couldn't alter what was being said. Had that happened in his past? Many of these questions puzzled the mind of the Genin as he stood up from the ground. Where would he go now that there was no path before him? Placing one foot infront of the other, he moved forward. It was the only thing he could do. After all, this was his destiny.
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Elbane's feet became heavy as the ground seemed to lose its firmness. Had this been on Earth, he'd most likely be weary, but here there was no sense of time, space or feeling. He'd had two other small insignificant flashbacks while walking that eluded his his minds convection of importance. Mentally he'd been evolving throughout his stay in this place, though physically his body had remained the same. Still his crimson hair flowed unevenly about the place, seemingly to match his blood torn armor. During his life there must have been a fair commodity placed in order to have this armor created. Smirking, he toyed with the idea that perhaps when he awoke in the real world that there would be mass sums of riches still in his possession. The algorithmic descriptions that his eyes were processing had began to filter into a much larger picture now that his mind had full focus on the happenings around him. There was something foreign about this that boggled his mind. Whether it be a sentiment of some long forgotten warrior or an immaculate chord from some long forgotten artist whose eyes saw the smallest most beautiful tinge of the world; these eyes were not his. The rest of his body functioned at normal or at least what he anticipated as normal, but the eyes seemed at war with the rest. "What exactly did they do to you Elbane?" said the Genin as he stared off into an upcoming clearing. "Well, well. It looks like we are in luck afterall." The off-white grit beneath his feet clung to the bottoms of his boots as he moved forward. Elbane had somehow reached a section of this dimension covered entirely by hills of sand. Darkness covered the horizon; although in this dimension there was no such place. The mind seemed to create images of which didn't exist. Even now, another elderly man had seemed to appear not ten feet infront of the boy. "Wait... thats not an illusion. You, I am wandering this dimension in search of my destiny, my memories and a way out of here so that I may walk among the living once more. I know given that you are most likely dead that you could care less of another's predicament, but I've just awoke from who knows how long of a sleep. There was this old man who knew me in my previous life. He taught me the meaning of my existence and why I was brought back. I seek to fulfill his wishes. I don't know why I'm even stammering like this. I've been walking for so long that I'm happy just to see a regular person. Please... If there is any way that you can assist me in my travels, then make yourself of use." Elbane had clearly not realized how rude this greeting had been, nor how direct the information had seemed. The old man seemed to stare right through the young Kyonshi without blinking. His breathing seemed inexistent. He wore long draping white clothing, that seemed both plain and at the same time that of nobility. Ontop of his gray flowing hair lay a tattered old straw hat and about his shoulders was a stole that had inscriptions that Elbane couldn't understand. However, the old man's mouth hadn't moved as his hands came together quickly to place two handsigns. Reflexively, Elbane's hands shot together into one handsign, though nothing happened. It took a moment for him to realize what he'd done, but the old man had stopped his battle stance and merely grinned. "What are you grinning for old man? You just attempted to attack me. What is it with you people here trying to attack random people who come requesting assistance. If this is how you treat guests, I'd hate to see how you treat your enemies." The old man's mouth finally parted in a half hearted sigh before beginning to speak in an elderly rhaspy tone, "I was testing how far you've come Elbane. I, like the first hokage, was one of the people who assisted in bringing you back to life. The first Hokage provided your body and memories. I, the Third Kazekage, provided your chakra which is why you'll notice that most of your abilities will be limited to Earth based elements. There is one other you must meet before you leave this place, but you will not be running into him until after we've finished our training here." Stopping mid sentence, the old man yawned lightly and stretched his arms outward to the sky, "You see, when you touch down in the real world there will be an Exam that you must commit to. This exam will test your strengths and weaknesses. If you die in this exam then it'll be a shame concidering the work that we are putting into you, but... With your form you can't really die. The credentials of your life will be explained by your next encounter, but for now lets get down to what you must obtain from me. I have three techniques I'd like to teach you. These techniques were not known in your previous life so they will take a tad bit of training. Nothing that someone of your calibur cannot learn rather quickly. Things are easily learned here in the Afterlife since its a compilation of thoughts, ideas, dreams and other assortments. Although you may think you are you and that you are the one learning these techniques, to think so in this place is only kidding yourself. In reality, we do not have form. We are thoughts that have manifested themselves into who we think we are. You are slightly different, being that you have a body to go back to, but still it is all the same." Solely his eyes moved as Elbane listened to the old man. All of the things that had been said were truthful in nature and believable. Afterall, with the happenings going on since he had awoke, who was he to argue? Sighing, he cut off the old man, "Can we get onward with whatever training you want to teach me? I'm eager to get away from this place. I've been kicking dirt since I awoke in this place. Let us get whatever task I have to get done accomplished. Then if you want to talk, you can show me to this next individual that you are speaking of. Irritated, but understanding, the old man motioned for Elbane to be quiet, "Alright... we will commense. This first technique is called Satetsu. First, you utilize this string of hand signs" He motioned each in a slightly slower than normal motion before speaking again, "Then you charge your chakra from within the pit of your stomach. Once you've done this, expell the chakra through your throat while thinking of sand. After you've expelled this chakra it will take the form of sand that can be used to form any weapon you may need. It is freely manipulatable so long as there is no stronger magnetic field in your immediate area that can destroy your creation." Upon finishing this explanation the Kazekage's mouth erupted with a rather large amount of sand that could clearly have not come from his stomach. Otherwise the man would have been dead. The sand gathered itself as if tiny workers were putting the shifting specks into place. Once completed three very sharp swords lay entirely made out of sand. The chakra from the technique now reinforced the sharp edge to make it even more deadly than a regular blade. "Now it is your turn. It shouldn't be too hard concidering you've got my chakra ifinity flowing within you. Well.. Your body has made it its own now." Breathing heavily, Elbane's eyes closed as he began focusing his chakra upon his stomach. The trouble with this technique was that if you didn't have full chakra control, you could explode your interal organs. Slowly he gathered the energy within, not attempting to approach the Kazekage's speed of the technique just yet. Thoughts of earth and sand filled his head as he forced the now complete force within his stomach up and out of his throat. The amount of sand wasn't comparable to the Kazekage, but the ability had been completed the first time. Now the sand formed into crudely made weapons that were of no similar quality to the Kazekage, "Ehhh.... well that wasn't exactly the same as yours, but it is what you asked for regardless." "Great job young one. You've mastered the ability to adapt your chakra into a magnetic field that can alter earth that has metallic substances within." said the Kazekage.
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The training commensed throughout what would have been nearly forty eight hours in the human world. The Kazekage was relentless during the failures, however very complimentary when there were successes. The success was driving Elbane forward as if by some unknown force that kept building from within. Little did he know that he was only reinforcing the chakra that was melding his body and mind together. That was the ultimate purpose of this training, although neither the Kazekage or the Hokage had spoken of this. It was best if training of that calibur be kept secret regardless of if he was doing it or not. During this forty eight hour period of time, Elbane had already learned the second technique Satetsu Kaihou. It was explained by the Kazekage that you must turn the mix of chakra into one that was poisonous to bolster the techniques lethality. The now iron sand would cause a huge multi directional lattice of spikes to shoot upward from the ground and pierce anything that stayed bound to the ground. This technique like the first had passed by quickly and uneventful. The last technique, however, wasn't going as originally planned. Clearly irritable, the Sandaime Kazekage performed the hand signs again, showing the youthful Genin how to perform the technique. "First, you perform the needed hand signs, then focus your magnetif field on the iron sand so that you may change its form into spikes that can freely move in the air to rain downward on your opponent." As he was saying this the metallic sand formed into its corresponding shape of a spike, then launched itself at a sand wall the Kazekage had errected for target practice. The spike had divided the wall, though the wall seemed to adjust to the space filling the hole. Gazing upon the master, Elbane attempted it once more. The technique wasn't taxing his chakra reserves. The hold on why he couldn't perform the technique up until now had merely been the inability to control the magnetic field in a manner to make a spike like projectile. Casually his hands came together into the needed hand signs. The chakra from his body manifested itself. The atoms in the air saturated with the magnetic current that his body was emanating. Now, focusing his eyes upon the iron sand Elbane forced it to manifest in upon itself. Sweat beaded from his forehead as he pumped more chakra into the technique in an attempt to have more control over the small spikes. At long last the spikes took form. One or two of the spikes seemed a bit malformed, but the spikes were formed nonetheless. Now with a flick of his chakra the spikes all flew simultaneously into the earth wall that now crumbled beneath the pressure of so many projectiles. "Finally! Its about time I finished that technique. Fhew! I didn't think I was ever going to finish your training!" The Kazekage gave his usual praises that the boy was doing fantastic for his age bracket, whether he was actually centuries old or not. Smirking, the long billowing cloak of white slithered away for a moment only to return to the boy once more. "I've decided to share one other technique with you that involves the same aspects of training that I just provided you. Its a Ninjutsu that was originally created by Orochimaru. Of course you don't know who that is, but it is beside the point. The technique would allow the user to levitate nearby objects with their chakra then use that item to strike out against any enemy in the nearby area. You will obviously understand the strengths to this as it can free up your hands while projecting kunai or any other assortment at your opponent. Its free to how your mind and chakra can control it." Still sweating from the previous technique, Elbane slowly crept to his feet, "You know old man... If I weren't any smarter, I'd think you were trying to kill me from exhaustion of my chakra. I'm still not at the level I need to be, but I will attempt this technique that you are requesting. It will be highly useful if I can use two hands while attacking with an arial attack as well. Just this will be the last that I am able to learn for now until I've rested." Sighing, he motioned for the old man to complete the movements as his Eternal Mangekyou analyzed the situation, Elbane still unaware that he even had this ability. The old man performed a singular hand seal, then simultaneously a kunai that had been left on the ground prior to their battle hovered high into the air and shot forth with percision into another sand wall that Elbane hadn't noticed being errected. The kunai sliced through the sand and hit the ground on the other side, though the Kazekage now stood staring off at Elbane like he should have completed the technique already, "Your turn." Mimicing the exact movements of the old man, Elbane performed the singular hand seal and focused his chakra on the kunai that the old man had already tossed a good distance away. The kunai levitated momentarily then fell, only to levitate again upon further chakra usage from the Genin. Then with a swift movement of chakra the Kunai shot like lightning into the sand infront of the Kazekage who stood there in a cocky like fashion as to say that Elbane couldn't have hit him if he tried, "Good Elbane, you've now completed my training. There is one other you must be trained under who understand your abilities much better then I. You are part of a clan called Kyonshi. Although you are comprised of the Senju clans body and mind, your clan and the abililty which awoke you is all Kyonshi. They are a very dangerous clan that hardly anything is known about in the real world. The reasoning is that they originate here in the Afterlife. They are comprised of many souls, just as you are and are masters of nearly all weapons. The things he will be able to teach you will come in handy. For you must know yourself, before you can know your enemy. Oh and before you head to him, please take this. He told me to give it to you" A singlar piece of paper was placed in Elbane's hand. The paper seemed to meld with his body and slightly discolored part of his skin. "He will explain it more, but it is intended to assist you in controlling your power" said the Kazekage as he pointed in the direction of a hut that seemed to appear nearly a hundred yards to his right, "You will go there and commense the last portion of your training." At this, he disappeared in a shift of sand. Elbane began walking towards the hut, tired of the constant mystery behind his existence and ready to be free of this restricting existence in this dimension.
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Posted: Sat Mar 17, 2012 7:00 am
Assortments of weapons hung loosely from the overhangings of the hut. It was very worn down and didn't seem to be a in livable condition. Not that living was an issue in this place. There was a solitary man standing outside of the hut. Unlike the previous two this man seemed only to be an adult by maybe three years. His muscles were very toned, but there seemed to be stitch marks across his entire body. Some of his body parts were that of different complections. This left the thought that perhaps some of these body parts had been taken from others. It had been explained to Elbane that this man was responsible for awakening him from slumber. For that, the man must be great. Perhaps he'd be stronger then the previous two. There was a faint rememberance that the Kazekage had just spoken in regards to this man being of the Kyonshi clan. The clan that Elbane now belonged to.
Before Elbane could speak, the man grabbed a sword and flung it over to Elbane, "Our time is very short. I will most likely not be able to teach you everything. You've got less than twenty four hours before you are drawn back to the world of the living. In this time we must have you ready for what is to come. I am Hsien-ko. You were created for a great purpose, don't waste that natural talent that I've heard so much about from that Hokage fellow." Shifting his balance, Hsien-ko swiped his arm at which time a sword appeared out of thin air which wasn't there before. A smirk parted his stitched lips as he stared onward at Elbane, "This is one of our key techniques. Hidden Arsenal is what I like to call it. You make weapons that you had hidden appear. We are a clan that is comprised of thousands of years of weapons training. You are going to get the twenty four hour boot training and I expect you to remember it and apply it later."
Quickly, he shot forth at an alarmingly quick rate. It was almost impossible to see even with Elbane's still unknown eyes. It was only comparable to an undead speed demon as it approached its last moments before slicing Elbane. Having the Kyonshi spirit within and his large knack for natural talent, Elbane issued his own version of Hidden Arsenal having kept the kunai from earlier with the Kazekage. The kunai now flew almost point blank towards the new trainer while the sword he'd been handed now lay in a defensive position.
Hsien-ko disappeared from sight again only to reappear two foot infront of Elbane. "Very good. I see Hokage wasn't lying when he said you'd be a good candidate for my skill set. Alright, you've passed the first with flying colors. Don't get cocky however. You still have alot left to go." Sternly he continued his speech, "The technique I just showed you was a fundamental building block. I'm one of the first experiments of our clan. As you can see, I'm not as well put together as you. I was dug up piece by piece and then sewed together. Then our forfathers gave me life at the cost of their own. You are the completion of our research Elbane. One of the very few full bodied hosts who only appeared in the Afterlife with a separated soul. We combined yours with three others with similar qualities as your own. Eventually you'll see through their eyes, but for now you are only picking up your primary memories if that. Your eyes are very unique. In the living world there were two members of the Uchiha clan that had reached the pinnacle of their clans success. One of them died recently, so his Eternal eyes are now within you. You of course won't be able to learn any Uchiha clan techniques, but you'll be able to see things as he did. Right now your eyes aren't operating at their full ability, but when they finally do, not one person will be able to approach you with Taijutsu without you seeing it before it happens. Your overall Chakra affiliation will mold with time. Right now you are primarily picking up the Third Kazekage's Earth element, but as you progress in strength eventually you will be able to do much more. How much is only a matter of how far you wish to push yourself with that talent of yours. Another useful aspect of our clan is, yes in the living world you may die, but you'll come back here in full condition with this body and be able to return as you are now. Essentially you can never die fully. Living in itself, you'll be able to act as any other on the planet. You just won't be able to reproduce. There might be a few complaints about your complection, but hey... at least you aren't stitched up like me."
This speech proceeded for quite some time while Elbane listened intently. There was much to be learned from this man, whether he looked odd or not. After the speech, the training resumed. The man began by showing him what the man called Air Dash. The Hidden Arsenal technique was used to make several weapons appear in mid air, then they were able to be ran off of. Elbane accomplished this task with ease since the techniques themselves weren't that advanced. However, they would come to be very useful in the future should he need to battle with someone and gets caught mid flight.
Yawning, Elbane continued to take his lessons regarding the clan since as Kazekage had said, it would be best if he knew everything about himself so that he knew his strengths and weaknesses within the current body he possessed. Hsien-ko motioned for the youth to sit and rest for a while before commensing training again. The next bit would stretch him thin concidering he just finished his training with the Kazekage straight following the training with the Hokage.
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Posted: Sun Mar 18, 2012 10:16 pm
Another sword stab. Another whip lash. Another Bo hit. Torture. Torture. Torture. They had been torturing him for days. However..today was different. The Heavens. The Afterlife. Hell.
"Loki do you want to die now..it doesn't matter because you can't."
His eyes glew green with hope. However it didn't matter how much hope one had. Another stab. Another punch. The gods didn't bleed. But they were making Loki pay for his past actions. He almost brought the world on its knees. He had mortals invade their realm.
"We will be here for all eternity brother Adonis.. at least think of some witty banter while we are alive."
Punch. Stab. Torture. Eye Gauge. Blood everywhere. She was here.. She was here to do the will of her master. It was something other than them around..and she was to free him. Adonis grabbed Loki by his long darken locks. He held him and looked him in the eyes.
"You don't deserve to call me brother.."
He went to slit his throat just so it could regenerate. However a sharp pain passed through him. His insides started to turn a few times over. Adonis turned his head.
"What kind of treachery is this.."
She didn't speak. Her hand soaked in the blood of the gods. She expanded her hand and simply he was gone. She looked at Loki and passed her hands through his ties, as she stood there. Loki beaten bruised..without an ego.
"Who are you?"
She simply gave him a kiss on the lips. Restoring him to what he was. His horns regrew. His armor restored. Her eyes locked with his and she simply fell to the chaos symbol. Loki put his fingers on his horns. He understood..and he was gone.
