Kansan-kara, or Kara, is a small but highly developed city on the coastline of the Land of Eddies. Acting as a trading port and a home for the highly rich, Kara has only seen its wealth greatly expanded upon since the fall of the Fire Country, as its most successful merchants from the country and village fled to the coastal town. As much of their wealth came with them, the town became a center of investment, business and growth, and now lies as a populous serendipity surrounded by a world of turmoil.
However, Kansan-kara lies upon a fragile thread, as much of the old criminal families of Hi no Kuni reside here, and criminal activity has begun to pick up; the loyalties of the wealthy estates of the city are beginning to fall blindly upon the whim and will of gangsters. Rogues, equally, have begun to funnel into the city with aspirations to lead these bustling crime syndicates, and with the arrival of multitudes of competitive rogue ninja, the destruction of a shinobi gang war lingers on the horizon.
Posted: Sat Sep 15, 2018 3:32 am
This was it. The place they had migrated to - to settle upon a life of solace, where they atoned for the many things they did amidst the fall of the old world. Shinsei stared upon the vast landscape of buildings, with its enchanting and unfamiliar architecture, this place still so greatly untouched by the war that had flattened all across the horizon.
There was no one wealthier than a shinobi who had - by some means - managed to abandon the shackles of their village, going out into the wild world and utilizing their talents to bypass the typical laws that men followed when seeking success. His mother was a skilled practitioner of genjutsu, and his father could kill any who dared defy his will. These were the two talents that they used to "protect" Shinsei and Falsa as the walls and gates of everywhere around them toppled, and the old compound from which they descended from fell to rubble among the hills of the Hi no Kuni coast.
That was, consequently, where he met Taylor Childe. The boy who was with him today - right now. The one who would be liberated by Shinsei's actions, if only they could be successful. He needed to return his mother and father to the fold - to bring them back as shinobi, away from a life of slow, crawling decadence that burrowed through their interns. The two, who once sent letters and sought his company, no longer allowed a whisper of their own making to escape the coastal winds of this quaint city.
That was fine. He was here for them - to bring them back, to liberate them, to satisfy the will they once had to see again their prodigal son. The one they hurt, the one they compelled to darkness, the one who writhed in rot and corruption all due to them. He was here . . . though whether or not he would bring them back as village shinobi, or a tangled mess of limbs, he couldn't decide. Akina and Saga Sanada . . . had brought great suffering to others amidst the flow of their long lives.
"Taylor," he called to the boy, beckoning him to his side. "I'm here to see if my parents will abandon the life of Wanderers. The two of them are very strong, and they would be a great boon to the village. Besides, I... really need to see them. It's been a long time, filled with anger at first, and now nothing. I need to know how I should feel. And, I need to see if they're still the same."
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I kill you in my mind every day, she whispered, eyes frantic as her words broached the ears of her son. So that I might change - evolve. So that I might really, really awaken my eyes.
"I hate your father, but mostly, I hate you."
"You're disgusting. A symptom of decadence."
"How could such a foul thing be born of my own body? It brings me shame to even imagine it."
"How did this... how could I--"
A thud. Struck by the palm of the woman. Belted by the firm, flowing motion from his father's wrist, as the leather crackled outward and struck. A hit, a hit, a hit, a hit -- an ever-flowing wheel of abuse, verbal and mental, shattering his confidence in a flurry of lashes.
Why did he value freedom so much? Because of them. Because of the anguishing world they had locked him into... of childish trembling, of a little boy with black hair and black eyes, and tears that flowed in perpetuity. He swore to never be like that again - vulnerable, beneath the heel of another, a party so certain to deprive him of any belief in his own inherent value.
This... needed to be resolved. There were so many more memories lingering, even now. They were flowing through his mind, never-stopping, a tangle of stories and sorrowful tales. This was the family that had left him behind. Now, he remembered.
Taylor's eyes widened when he approached the location. The size of the area seemed strange to him. How could something this large have existed for so long? However, as he lingered around, he felt himself become more familiar with this place. He became alert, however, as did Horus, when Shinsei directed attention toward him. The boy's eyes widened as he was told of why they were here. Admittedly there was a sensation in the boy's young heart that panicked at the idea of meeting Shinsei's parents so soon. After all, they had only just kissed, and he felt as though meeting them so suddenly may be rushing whatever was blossoming between the two of them. However, as his eyes analyzed his friend, he realized that this was not a pleasure trip. Shinsei's family left some kind of damage behind those dark eyes. He immediately felt embarrassed to get so wrapped up in his own thoughts.
"If you think that this is the right choice, then I will follow you." Taylor said nervously. He then looked around as Horus did the same. "What... what do they look like?" The boy asked? Despite Shinsei delivering his feelings about his parents, he failed to describe what exactly they should be looking for. However, as the three of them lingered, an older man with salt and pepper hair approached them from behind.
"Ah. I see fate truly does want this confrontation." The voice was hoarse, and Shinsei would remember it instantly. He was taller than the son would remember, which probably wouldn't surprise him with the amount of illicit experimentation the father and mother were known to do. The man's left eye has glazed over to blindness while his right eye was locked on the boy who has matured to manhood. He paid very little attention to Taylor or his bird. "Your hair is different. I'm glad you've finally decided to shave. You can't be a spoiled s**t all of your life." He said harshly. The man may be his father, but there was still great fury in his heart for the fact that his son had left him. That he had failed his purpose and ran off to a village of all things. However, despite the anger in his heart, he could not express it in his face. There was too much pain in the lines of his face to be counterbalanced with something as petty as a grudge.
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Posted: Sat Sep 15, 2018 11:18 am
What... do they look like? he asked. Clear as day, he could recall their visage; his mother, fair skin, long black hair with the faintest tint of green, like a sleek satin texture within her locks. That was where Falsa got it from. His father was a tall, muscular and statuesque man, with black hair that had come closer and closer to greying. Both of them had dark eyes, and his father had skin considerably more olive and tan than his mother's pale glisten. But it had been some time since he'd seen either, and as the voice of his father approached him, he saw that the visage of yore had quickly and almost miserably altered.
The man -- Saga Sanada -- looked as a fallen warrior would, yet still he held the same violence of authority in his voice. Shinsei's brows immediately narrowed, as if he were unimpressed, and displeased. Even though he... really wanted to have his father back, it was difficult to love the man for who he was now. Far easier to admire the person he'd been so long ago.
"Mother's evil has finally seeped into you, I see," he said, coldly. "Spoiled," he laughed. "I never had as much as Falsa. I never had anything. But now...? I've long since passed you by, dad. It's time for you and mother to come back to the real world. Where you can actually accomplish things, instead of honing your talents into the acquisition of debauchery. You're becoming older, and weaker. Do something meaningful, for once." He glared, sternly. The years of laying in filth, the decade of self-glorification, a life led entirely by narcissism... it all infuriated him. The things they did to their bodies, to their children's futures. It was all too much.
How old was his father? His mother? How long had they lived like this? A century, longer? There were so many secrets, and so few worth sharing. It was all... so vile.
Falsa had taken a bit of time to get there due to having to make something of a detour on her way in. A few things had distracted her and so she lagged, and in that span of time the oddest thing had occurred. Her eyes had caught sight of something inside, and a spark of creativity gave her something like understanding. She licked her lips hungrily at the thought. There was a place for bravado in everything, and she had located it in combat for sure. To start with, she had only to combine her chakra natures together and form the flagship of the outerpath: her receiver. She held a sword sized rod in her hand, plain. Long and easy to wrap your head around. She swung it to, then fro, then brought it vertical and slammed it into the ground. Examining it, she found naught but her chakra holding it together, making it exist at all. Giving it all of the power that brimmed within it. She flared her nostrils at the simplicity of it. How had she never imagined greater... possibilities. It was molding chakra in it's most basic form, even if applied in the most advanced way. To combine her own chakra natures in a wider range of shapes wouldn't require much thought... but it would take a higher state of awareness to do it meaningfully. To create a choreography of pure danger she would have to tap deeper within herself. She could find that power easily, since, after all, it was hers. And when she would have an excuse to show it off, she was more than confident that the entire world would shiver when she saw fit to break it. Further than that, though, she had to think bigger. Making and manipulating them was easy, yes. But, as her feet dragged, she became keenly aware of how absolutely tedious it would become. Setup was always a drag no matter the skill in question. Starting fires to use bigger katon jutsu was an example of this. So was needing water to exist in a desert to cause a tidal wave. So too was it true that producing all the rods to make a battlefield her own would take too long and be too inconvenient without a skill that could function as it's own attack or defense. To that end, she just imagined her chakra as a shotgun. Loaded, capable of sudden expression. One large slug, a pair of smaller ones. Easily doable. Scattering it out in pellets? Just as simple. But what and where could she express this? Probably only when in her personal awakened state. But when she could, the created attacks would function like even more thralls and minions. All while someone had to get past Mugen, had to stop Sevastiana from crushing them, Vivi from bringing in even MORE supplicants. She was shaping up to be quite the dangerous combatant... even if there was a significant strain on her chakra network from all of this. There was something to be said for her next technique. Typically clone techniques made being a shinobi. It was a staple. What was always different, however, was the things that went into their creation. For Falsa, that meant that she'd be using her uniquebloodline skills to craft a clone and that made for quite the creation. Beside her, she began to focus her outerpath power. It was a strange thing, pulling matter from other worlds and dimensions. She couldn't see it, but that was neither here nor there in truth. She could feel it's pull when she reached for it, like the laws of nature itself. Ever present. It was where her chakra receivers came from... where her chains and the Gedo Mazo was located. Whatever responded to her call... she could see it clear as day. A version of herself that was equally surprised to even exist in this world. She smiled, and allowed this clone of herself to simply dissipate into the energy that had created it. [Paradise, Asgard, Tartarus, ]
When she did arrive, however, it was just about when her father had elected to speak. A deeply demotivated sigh escaped her lips as she stepped forward, and her paths all simply stayed a distance back enough as not to draw too much attention in their facsimiles: Jaeng-i reading which should be so interesting to anyone who knew that it was still Falsa processing all of the information she was taking in, Vivi on Nastascha's shoulder pointing at things and asking innocent, childlike questions the huge woman responded to quite simply. Mugen and Sevastiana walked together, her arms wrapped around his something like a cute girlfriend and a mere smirk on his otherwise hard expression.
When she heard Shinsei's rebuttal she stifled a laugh. He really would never get over how she was the favorite and not him, or rather that she was treated like a member of the family and him... like refuse. He'd really come into his own since those halcyon days, marred as they were anyway. Something of a dismissal in her tone towards the man when she spoke. "I see you haven't changed old man." That is how Falsa chose to start. She licked her lips seeing the man, taking a step ahead of even Shinsei to stare this man she held no real connection to at all in his good eye. Even still, the favored daughter could do not but break into a smile even as she played the bratty princess role. "You know as well as me that you all, here, are in no position to turn us down. I've set my heart on having you two back. For that matter, where is my mother?" she inquired, much more interested in seeing that half of the people who had, for so long, caused the rifts and aches in her memories.
The old man sighed. The children retaliated the way he expected. He truly wanted to hate, but he couldn't. He knew that they both spoke truth. He was losing what little he had in this world. When Falsa used her truth self to ask about the mother, his good eye looked onward at the massive building within the area. "In there." He said as he turned his head. "Although you'll never leave once you enter." He let out a long, deep sigh.
"Your mother, as you both remember, was the most powerful genjutsu master in the world. And you also both know that your mother and I are not people who are beyond modifying ourselves in order to extend beyond our boundaries." He stated. "One of the recent implantations she procured was from a bloodline called the Shakkugan. It's unique power amplifies the power of genjutsu. However, there was... a side effect." His eyes closed and he shook his head. "Shakkugan distorts the user's power to discern genjutsu from reality just as it affects who you use it against. A person born with the power learns how to control it. However, with how powerful your mother was before the implantation... it spiraled way too far out of control."
He looked away from the building. "Your mother became lost to her power. She created a world inside of that building where she is a god. I tried to stop her, but in order to break free of its power, well... it cost me." He pointed at his lost eye as he mentioned the price he paid. Taylor decided to try his hand at conversation. "If that's the case, then why not get her out of the building where she's not able to have control everything?" The grown man just stared the blond boy down. He then looked at his two kids. "You clearly don't bring him along for his wits." He said, which caused Horus' feather's to ruffle and for Taylor to be offended. "No, you cannot get her out. You could literally attack everything on the outside, and it'll do nothing. Observe."
Shinsei's father extended his hand to the building. From his palm fired a stake made of wood. The stake flew right at the the building. Then, just before it collided, it dissolved into butterflies which flew away. "Her power is too wild. You said that you wanted to make use of us. If you want us, then you have to help me help your mother. Both of you."
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He grimaced as his father spoke. Mother clearly wasn't getting weaker; in fact, she was becoming her own God, within a pocket world that she created within a boundary of walls. The Shakkugan . . . it all made so little sense to him, and he understood none of it. But that was how it always was, with his folks. They had a wellspring of knowledge that he could never hope to grasp. All he had was stories. Whispers that were as often true as they were untrue, hopes and dreams that were often quietly dashed before he could even perceive them. The shinobi closed his eyes, and sighed, letting out a wistful breath. If only things had been different.
"Taylor is wise - but not honed to the darkly things that we Sanada so often encounter. How many blood rituals have I heard in the corners of my hearing? I could never really make them out... not perfectly, but--"
He shook his head. Shinsei didn't appear angry, or disgusted, or anything like that. Just... disappointed, in his family. For all that they had done. "This is the last either of you are ever going to subject Falsa and I to this madness. And this is not a life that Taylor needs to know. Mother is going to cease her depravity, and I'll not allow any differently. I'm... the head of the Sanada family now, father. That's all there is to say." As he said this, his shoulders held up high, his fingertips met the marble-like material of the door. And then, he pulled it open, eyes shaded by a sort of malleable darkness that would veil much of the room unless he entered the obscuring shade. So he did -- he stepped forward, into the veil, as his eyes quietly and contemplatively awaited his mother. For what could have been the first time of many, or perhaps the last.
Falsa narrowed her eyes at her father when he spoke again. Her eyes followed his own to the spot of her upbringing, where she was tauted about like a princess... where she herself acted as such for such a long time. The brat in her had been entirely festered in that place, by the very walking insane asylum she referred to as her mother. She listened intently to the old man, recalling that they did, indeed, have wild power beyond what she could have at one time imagined. She flared her nostrils when he spoke of her predicament, but she didn't speak immediately. No, instead she found herself distracted by Jaeng-i who rose from her position, dropping the book and frantically scanning the area as her mind's eye searched. Falsa saw the wooden stake fly into the building, harmlessly changing, and only barely felt any sort of connection to the happening. The emotions she was feeling were so familiar.
Small frame turned to Shinsei when he spoke to their father, addressing him as the new head of their family. She didn't say a word, not caring in the slightest for what happened to the surname she was born into. Besides, being the little sister meant he had the claim if he wanted it. She expected him to. Boys were dumb like that, as far as she had been taught by experience. "Honestly, Saga, I care little for what happens to either of you. Mother is as she was, Shinsei is strong enough to deal with it." Her true nature... cold and calculated, shone forth. That spark of danger in her eyes, so uncommon in girls her age. Taylor was wise. Shinsei ambitious.
She was the neither greater nor lesser of either one. Worse and somehow better.
"Someone followed us," she clarified walking past Taylor and Shinsei. "When you've finished your little ceremony to find yourself, Shinny-kun, I should be done with this." At that, she and her bodies rallied, moving quickly to converge on the three men who had made themselves known. Nastacha, the moment they confronted them at the entrance to the village, set down Vivi, standing in front of her and Jaeng-i while Mugen stood between them and Falsa. Sevastiana, for the moment, was just behind him. The three men were familiar. Enemies she had failed to crush apparently. Three who weilded great power... Bakuton, Youton and Jiton between them. She sighed. "Don't waste my time now. Come on..." she taunted with a smile as her fingers shimmied at her side.
Taylor felt validated when Shinsei protected him. He turned his attention from the group as he heard Falsa say that there was a person tracking them down. "Horus. Since you're not going to have much luck getting into this building, please assist Falsa and her friends in stopping whoever is tracking them." He asked as the bird nodded. Majestic wings extended from him as he took to the sky. When he did, the father sighed deeply at the lack of interest of Falsa. He also sighed because Taylor seemed to believe in Falsa's fallacy in which these bodies were all separate people.
"Do make sure you keep him away from the fight once it begins. He's going to get in the way when the big boys have to throw down." Shinsei's father moved closer to the door. A hesitant hand reached the door. He was afraid to step in again. However, he knew that his son was going to move forward with this plan. "Once I open these doors, it will begin. We will not enter until we are either dead or we have stopped your mother. Are you ready to begin?" He asked sternly. He did not show his fear in any expression. It was within his heart, however, since he knew how little he had control of this situation.
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Posted: Wed Sep 19, 2018 4:02 pm
It was surprising to see Falsa display such apathy... but then, he realized that it really wasn't. She was... always on her own wavelength, in a different - perhaps better, clearer - realm than anyone else. He narrowed his eyes for a moment, only for them to recede, with their own awakening of clarity. He realized that perhaps, all along, she had simply been wiser than him. She had disconnected her emotions from the chaos that was their family, whilst he continued to care.
It broke him down, while she - carefree - continued to progress in the world. But that... was only a theory.
As she left, he nodded, whispering a 'goodbye' as she promised to return to their business. He hoped she would be there, as mother had always treated her better, but it was evident that he would need to go at the introductions alone. At least... he had Taylor.
His father, rather soullessly, described to them the situation and expressed a desire to keep Taylor in abstinence of the fight. Shinsei... saw the reason in that. "Taylor, stay outside of the room, will you? If I don't come back out for a long time, then... contact someone in VORTEX. They'll need to know of everything that's going on here. It's important, okay?" The Senju smiled faintly, hoping to offer - with the curve of his lips - some level of reassurance.
And then, he nodded once to his father, and peered through... stepping forward deeper into the room, where the walls bound him truly, as the door closed behind him. "I'm ready," he whispered now, in the darkness of the chamber, as the world that his mother had created had not truly overcome his mind. He wondered, with his eyes, if he could see her in the shadows. Red consumed his irises, as the sharingan became prominent and active. "Mother, I'm here for you," he called out to the dark. "I know you may have not missed me, but... Falsa and I need you. Come back to us."
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"Waste your time?" one man asked. He stood in the center, lava drooling from his lips down his chin, threatening to slip onto the fabric of his clothes and set his woven exterior aflame. "You have no time left, b***h. No time at all."
They were gangsters - warriors to the gangs of Kara, whether she had known that before or not. Behind the man with the lips drooling of molten rock, was a house set ablaze. The bloodied corpse of a man laid on the front deck, still not entirely immolated, the burnt husks of his family left to bolster the fire from within the burning home. A financial supporter of a rival gang - an enemy, a mark. In a war of finances, all assets mattered, and that man had a great deal of assets to contribute to one group, at the expense of another.
Falsa's eyes... were a similar story. A plethora of wealth derived from them, from their great rarity. He would have them, and bring credence to his family of few.
The man with Jiton rose his hands, lurching his neck forward before muttering a string of words beneath his lips. "Satetsu Kesshuu," he whispered, as iron sand rose from his palms and funneled into a large, drill-like shape above his head. The shape then flung at a high velocity at Natascha, as the man with Youton followed up with an attack of his own. "Yōton: Sekkaigyō no Jutsu!" he yelled, as a wave of cement washed out in a horizontal formation before him, threatening to consume Falsa and the remainder of the nearby paths in a thick cement. It spewed violently from his lips, flowing toward the targets as a follow-up to the jiton drill.
Satetsu Kesshuu [ Iron Sand Gathering Assault ] Rank B This technique gathers a great volume of iron sand and compresses it into a high-density shape. This greatly increases the hardness, creating a gigantic steel-like weapon in an instant. The weight and size of these shapes are so great, they can easily shatter bedrock and break through most defenses with one hit. Because the weapon is made out of iron sand, the shape can be whatever the user wants, and can even be changed during the fight. This allows the user to create the best weapon for the fight, by taking into account the opponent's abilities and the surrounding environment.
Yōton: Sekkaigyō no Jutsu [ Lava Release: Quicklime Congealing Technique ] Rank: A Official Description: The user expels a large quantity of cement from their mouth, which is capable of inflicting blunt damage to an opponent. This ability can also be manipulated in order to restrict the intended target's movements, as after the initial blast the remnants of the substance can act in a similar manner to quick-drying cement, covering an area of 25 meters in 5 feet of the stuff. As lava, the technique has half the range, and rubber is not compatible with this skill. Up to 5 posts until it hardens forcibly, but can instantly be hardened as well.
Peace of mind. That was what everyone sought after in this turmoiled world. More and more, Falsa found that she only found clarity in the moments right before she released the arrows of war. In combat... in the fires and rage of war she was calm, she was her most cold. She was... focus incarnate. She licked her lips, watching the lava droop down from his face. Connecting his chakra to the fire behind her was easy. If it weren't for the fact that he was assuredly going to find himself below here heel, she'd be concerned with why. Instead an empty smile laced and wove it's way into her features. All of them were prey, and like a predator she was sizing them each up. Troublesome alone. A thorn in her side together. For each one of them, two of her. Easy pickings. She spoke a command like as if commanding a jutsu to exist: "Go!"
Vivi moved with a specifically hard to imagine swiftness, appearing after a blur of motion perched atop a two story building off center. She seemed to watch as Nastascha caused her arm to open the moment that the sand compressed the attack, keeping her eye on the one whom had fired off the iron sand. The four arrows that fired from it targeted the drill, causing a massive explosion. Sevastiana, immediately, held out a hand towards the shinobi who hadn't attacked her, focusing the full might of her power on him as Mugen stepped ahead of her and held out a hand. The coming cement washed over him seemingly. In the seconds after, two things happened. First, the cement seemed to be all pulled and absorbed into his hand. The follow up was Sevastiana locking onto the one who had the most densely intense chakra within him, the Bakuton shinobi, and his Lava breathing comrade. She would simply snatch them from their position, pulling em onto a direct trajectory towards Falsa, Mugen, and Jaeng-i.
The latter flung herself directly up into the air in time with this, easily rising 30 feet and weaving through handseals. The result was a blast of wind from her hands that crashed downwards towards the two shinobi. To that end, Falsa too weaved through seals to send her own attack at him. Flashing right past Mugen's side, a line of lightning on a path to hit the Bakuton ninja. Secretly, below the her feet chains from the outer path tore into the earth itself, ripping it's way through it and aiming to get into position for a surprise attack depending on how they dealt with Sevastiana, who smiled gleefully as her job, for the moment was completed. Amid the seals for the lightning, she also snuck in a few extra seals before loosening the bright yellow expression of her power. The very second they were either hit or avoided the attacks, the chains would spring up from behind them and attempt to wrap around their upper torsos.
Beside her, invisible to the three of them, a perfect trio of Falsas flung themselves backwards, and each began to circle the outside of the battlefield.
Techs Used: ▰ Bansho Ten'in [Heavenly Attraction of All Creation] | Rank B | Spiritual Bansho Ten'in is a technique that manipulates attractive force (引力, inryoku) to pull matter towards the user at will. It is possible to attract multiple targets at once, causing them to collide with each other. The ability to manipulate attractive forces with this technique is granted by the Deva Path much like its counterpart Shinra Tensei. Can pull objects from up to 50 feet away. The rank of this technique is determined by the (highest) rank of the object(s) being pulled. Has a two [2] post cool down.
▰ Flaming Arrows | Rank A | Spiritual A four-barreled mechanism can take form on one of the Asura Path user's forearms. After the transformation is complete, the user may release a volley of 4 chakra-seeking missile projectiles from the user's forearm; they lock onto the target's chakra signature and will chase after their chakra signature. Each missile has a 20ft blast area; the blast inflicts major burns, can break wood and stone objects & sends anything within its area up to 12ft away with a strong concussive force. The user's arm can stay in this form for as long as Asura Path - Ascension is in use, but they must repay the cost to fire another volley of missiles.
▰ Mazō no Kusari [Outer Path Chains] | Rank S | Spiritual The user of the Outer Path may manifest a physical form of fuuinjutsu from their body. This takes the shape of purplish ring-linked chains which can reach as far as 100ft from their self; each link has a shaped spike on each side of itself and the top end of the chain has a blade designed to get stuck into whatever it pierces. Up to three chains can be created per use of this technique. The chains can be controlled to move as the creator wills for the sake of binding and attacking foes. Anyone/anything wrapped up by the chain(s) will loose the ability to mold and control chakra.
Jibashiri [ Earth Flash ] Rank: C Official Description: Raiton • Jibashiri is a Ninjutsu technique utilzing the Lightning Element. After soaking her opponent with a Suiton, Fuuka will unleash an electric current which will run along the ground towards her opponent. Guild Description: After forming the needed hand seals, the user will unleash an electric current that will follow a trail of water until it hits something. If there is no water, the electric current will only move in a single direction. The current has a strong enough shock that it can cause temporary paralysis [lasting one post] and minor burns.
▰ Zankyokukuuha [ Extreme Decapitating Air Waves ] | Rank C This technique is a variation of the Zankuuha and may occupy the same slot on your profile. Like the Zankuuha, the user sends out a large gust of air pressure from the palms of the hand, capable of destroying sturdy structures and large boulders
At first, there was darkness. Then light shined above like a spotlight upon the woman. She was gorgeous. Her gray hair was tied back and she wore a lavishing dark purple dress which swirled around her. It looked like a galaxy as there were white specks to represent stars. Her arms were extended as she bathed in the spotlight she created. Light then radiated from the rest of the casino. And it was a gorgeous casino. Noise came second as the sounds of clinking machines and spinning slots overwhelmed the ears. Every cheer and drank merrily. It was all perfect. It was such a shame that not a single thing here was real.
"Oh Shinsei. Darling you must not have come here for little old me. There's so much more to do." She said as she moved down the lane to her son. "Be careful to not allow her to touch you. Her genjutsu amplifies when she-" The father began. As he spoke, however, a great pain overwhelmed him. He hunched over as ugly gargling noises came from his mouth. It was then that he vomited a frog, which then hopped along and moved to a slot machine. "Oh don't mind your father love. You always know that everything that comes from his mouth is toad tongue." She said with her hands folded in front of her. She stopped in front of her son and her husband as the tomoe's in her eyes spun in constant clockwise rotation. She appeared civil enough. However, something was clearly wrong. She was far too affectionate with her son. "Now you said that you needed something my dear? A starting set of chips?" She asked with a smile.
Music filled his ears. A soft jazz, the sound of a piano overlaying all, before the ambience of the patrons and slots filled the minute details of the now, suddenly bright, floor. His mother shone through the void, piercing it with her stunning attire, and her stylish shade of grey. Shinsei, who was far from glamorous, felt almost overcome by the regal appearance of the landscape around him. Red carpets, mahogany tables, burgundy velvet along the walls. All air conditioned. It was... beautiful, like something out of a fantasy that he'd never seen before. That, in itself, was a grand distraction from the moment.
"I..." he paused, sputtering a small cough, so as to recollect himself. "I did come here for you, mother." As his father spoke, he paused in speaking, nodding at the man's wise advice before he was rudely - and violently - interrupted by the compelling power his mother held over her husband. Saga had truly lost the masculine authority he once held - and much the power. He was... the strongest Senju of their clan at one point in time, a long, long time ago. And now, his own strength was... as if siphoned by her.
How did it come to this?
The boy - now a man - narrowed his eyes, as his mother disrespected his father before him. Rather than appreciating her affectionate tone towards him, he found himself detesting her treatment of the one she claimed to love. And the man Shinsei had always admired... who, at one time, really did show him the love a father should. Before everything fell apart.
As she approached, he made sure to keep his body aware, in case she attempted any sudden movements. And then, with his form tensed, he responded. He stared to the center of her face, rather than her eyes, his lips parting calmly to speak. "Quit the games."
He was demanding. There was no desire in him to dance to the mistress' tune - she was all deception, and he was a man of candor.
"This world is fake. You do realize that, yes? From the outside, this is... what, a three bedroom home? Four? And now, on the interior, it opens up to a sprawling casino floor. Living your delusions is certainly an enjoyable vexation, but I have no interest in doing so. And neither should you." He frowned, furrowing his brows in distaste. "This is not a request, if you've mistaken it to be one. I will not allow you to abuse my father, nor to torment the integrity of your soul."
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Soon enough, they were compelled forward, into the jaws of Falsa. Their feet losing touch with the cobbled floor, one panicked, and one kept his mind trained. "Yōton: Seishikidou!" the strongest shinobi yelled, as a clump of thick cement sprung upwards from the ground to grab the feet of he and the other compelled shinobi, preventing Bansho Tennin from reeling them in. For a moment, the two did not immediately react, until the chains burrowed up from the floor to grasp at the Bakuton wielder. The Youton-wielding shinobi then followed up with, "Yōton: Yō Hitoya!"
As he yelled the words and pressed his palm against the cement, a thick concentration of lava funneled through the ground, before springing up as an initial lurch in order to swat away the flaming arrows and air waves. Then, as the large and formless shape of lava sprung forward, it created a circular shape around Mugen, Falsa and Jaeng-i from all directions - before enclosing as a dome that melted and leaked molten liquid from the ceiling above. With the chains already launched to ensnare one of their allies, they would not be able to rescind to seal the lava, and would thus require further reaction by Falsa.
Lightning surged towards them through the cobble. The Jiton user then performed Hagane no Tate, as a large shield of iron sand defended both of them, repelling the lightning technique and remaining present after doing so. Sitting behind the cover of the iron sand, they prepared a strategy.
And then, chains sprung. The Bakuton shinobi was not, in fact, able to respond - before he could even create a technique to counter the chains -- which wouldn't have sufficed to dispel them -- he was wrapped and constrained, losing his ability to weave chakra or move at all. Neither of his allies came to help him, as the cement was loosed now that Bansho Tennin had failed. Both of them dodged in opposite directions, springing rapidly onto their feet, nearly lost to the rising of the chains. The Yoton wielder began to pant, as much of his chakra reserves had already been spent. The other two were still fairly healthy in terms of reserves, but one had just now been paralyzed, and was now incapable of molding chakra.
It was basically... two versus six. And only three were encapsulated - for who knew how long. The situation was, certainly, rather dire.
Yōton: Seishikidou [ Lava Release: Cement Ring Orbit ] Rank: B Official Description: A stationary orbiting technique that is used to protect the user. Liquid cement flies up from the ground and floats around the user. If the opponent attacks the cement, they will become stuck within it while it hardens. Over time the cement will harden and become rock, and fall to the ground with whatever is stuck within it. Having the cement touch an attacker immediately hardens it and causes them to lose a mild amount of speed. 3 posts until the cement hardens. The lava version of this causes 3rd degree burns on contact, and if not quickly removed can melt through an entire limb in just a single post.
Yōton: Yō Hitoya [ Lava Release: Lava Prison ] Rank: S Official Description: The user performs various hand seals as they charge Chakra deep into the ground. Finishing with pressing the palms of the hands against the ground, fresh lava erupts from the ground as it surges, creating a large dome either around just the opponent or both the opponent and the user. Within the prison is it very hot until the lava cools, causing the ceiling to drip before it solidifies after 3 posts. If one is caught within the dome and it isn't destroyed in the same post, the trapped will suffer second degree burns across their body. When the lava cools it is very difficult to break, and is almost an inescapable prison, requiring an S-ranked attack to break out from.
Hagane no Tate [ Iron Shield ] Rank B The user creates a dense, circular shield from Iron Sand that with a diameter of 1.5 meters. The shield will stop most jutsu at, or around its rank. The shield's strongest point is the middle with diminishing power as you move closer to the edge.
The lava in the ground did not escape her notice, forming it's prison around her. Several things occurred in tandem. Firstly, Jaeng-i once more produced the handseals to do a ninjutsu, showing off her prowess in the element of wind as an orb of wind formed in her hand at about the same time that the lava first burst forth, spreading around the group in a dangerously powerful cyclone. Had it not been for the rising lava containing and being overwhelmed, this wind could have demolished the town. Instead it harmlessly dispersed the lava and cooled it before it could burn down the city. At the same time, one of the three limbo clones flung itself from the side of the enmy combatants closest to the enemies, and Falsa formed a seal, focusing on the prowess of the rinnegan to switch it's place with Mugen as it came into view. If her plan worked out, he was going to snag the Bakuton weilder and immediately siphon out his chakra.
Meanwhile, Falsa herself performed handseals at the same time as Vivi. When The small girl sprung forward from the top of the building quickly, aiming todescend upon the enemies with the thousand birds chirping attack being formed in her hand, coalescing into a vantablack mass of chakra that would easily slam through the body of the Jiton user if he didn't defend himself.
Sadly for him, the puppeteer of the bodies also let fly an attack as well, this one going from a single thrown shuriken from Falsa's side to a mass of them with the shadow shuriken jutsu.
As if that weren't a lot, in the wake of the dozens of shuriken, Nastascha held her hand out towards the group, chakra welling up into a single point on her wrist, firing it out directly towards the Jiton user. He was in the best shape, and he would need to be pressured hard now.
Techs Used: Shuriken Kage Bunshin no Jutsu [ Shuriken Shadow Clone Technique ] Rank: A Official Description: Shuriken Kage Bunshin no Jutsu is a Ninjutsu technique that uses Kage Bunshin to create multiple physical clone copies from one thrown shuriken. Guild Description: See official description. Can make up to 100 Shuriken clones per use. Requires knowing Kage Bunshin no Jutsu.
Character:Falsa Technique Name:Tartarus Rank: A Type:Rinnegan Element: Deva Description: A flagship ability of Falsa when she is acting solo. For A rank chakra, the user of this skill may create an invisible clone of themselves. This clone may be detected by any chakra sensing ability at a distance, but remains invisible to non-sensory opponents until it enters a certain radius. This cloneis able to disguise itself from even those with sensory abilities and dojutsu should they be lower than A rank. This clone is unable to use any form of jutsu, but has heightened physical capabilities, using formless attacks only, and carying a mild boost to strength and speed.
As said before, there is a range rule on these clones. If a clone comes within twenty feet of an opponent, it will begin to come into view, as a near-invisible outline more than anything else. Once it gets within five feet of the opponent, it shall become completely visible, no matter who the opponent is. As the clone is reserved only to basic punches and kicks, this ensures that it will always be within the view of the opponent. Mainly used as a surprise attack for an opponent wishing to physically overwhelm the Rinnegan user, or to attack targets who try to play the range game without sufficient awareness. The clones may withstand one attack of their rank before fading away, making them useful as a one-use shield as well. A total of three clones may exist at any time. Up to twice per fight, the user may switch with one of their clones, and follows the rules of substitution.
Chidori, lol.
▰ Kaiwan no Hiya [Flaming Arrow of Amazing Ability] | Rank B | Complex Using the body modification ability of the Asura Path, the user compresses a high amount of chakra at the slit of its wrist before releasing it, causing its detachable hand to be fired with tremendous force. It has enough destructive power to easily break through thick bedrock. As the hand portion is protected with chakra, it allows it to remain unscathed. When the attack is complete, the hand is drawn back like a magnet by chakra in the wrist, reattaching itself. Overwhelms physical barriers of the same rank and lower.
The mother listened, but did not hear the boy. She stared blankly as he tried to speak about the authenticity of this nature. "What in heaven's name are you talking about? We're all perfectly real here. You, your father..." Her eyes stopped as they expanded into absolute blackness. The ground started to warp beside the woman as it rose in a spiraling cone of various carpet like textures. The spiraling form bled into marble which then took a more humanlike form. Then the details came in and before Shinsei's eyes, Falsa appeared. "And your sister!" She said with clasped hands. Her eyes returned to spinning tomoes. "And to prove how real she is, would you please, Falsa?" She asked. Falsa's eyes became the rinnegan as Shinsei was fired rapidly into the air. It was something which he would have no way of negating. Of course what came up had to go down with just the same force. However, just before he crashed into the ground, wood chakra rose from the ground and saved his son.
"That is enough!" The man shouted. There was fury in his heart which finally now was able to come out. "Look at yourself. You were a force the rogue underbelly of the shinobi world feared like the boogeyman. Now look at you. You're hiding in this abandoned building. You're threatening our son..."
"Oh don't give me that hogwash." The mother said with a handwave. "Threatening our son? When was the last time you ever cared about him? You scorned him for the powers that lingered within him. You feared that he would overwhelm you. I wanted to accept him to keep our family together. I was the one who loved him!"
"Don't lie to him or to me. Your version of love wasn't what he deserved. You wanted him to be your servant; a tool to use and discard. You are just as deplorable as I am." There was a pause between the two. Then the mother cried. Her hands covered her mouth as her knees buckled. The father couldn't help but see her like this. He moved in and brought the woman into his arms.
"Just let this go. Let's go with our son." He said. She had tears in her eyes as she brought her lips to his.
And that's when he died.
A powerful genjutsu. Its strength was amplified by the power of her touch. He did not die in pain or shock. He simply collapsed into her arms. The senju's wooden beams disbursed as he did. "Goodbye, my love." She said coldly.
