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 Posted: Thu Aug 06, 2020 9:48 am
Nabuya did some stuff around here.
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Posted: Thu Aug 06, 2020 10:44 am
  __ Throughout the years Nabuya toiled away in and operated out of decrepit shrine temple ground. Given the presence of a smithy he had to repair, Nabuya was led to believe it probably used to be a training temple for those strange Seinaru Enjo clan war monks he'd heard of since taking residence in the Land of Iron. He had been keeping to himself and gathering information while enjoying a sort of vacation from a piece of the world where ninja influence was nearly nonexistent. Over they years he finished a variety of projects with his true memories returned from their restraints. Those in charge of the clan were thorough in the measures taken for his exile. However, they weren't aware that he was truly the chosen of their god. They, who turned their backs on the old teachings of Il Palazzo to adopt a lie crafted by their own god as a test. "The fools. Pfteh!!" Nabuya recalled his feelings of spite as he spat into the forge's flames. His foreign mystical arts of spirit smithing made greater use of the ramshackle forge than most others could even dream. His revived talents in various crafts allowed him to spawn four unique swords and his spirit armors. Eihei, The Guardian, a kodachi of a broad-bladed design with punishing defensive traits. Sarutahiko, The Trickster, another kodachi with a tight, upward-curving hook at the base of its blade and a flexible pair of agile maneuvers. Omoikane, the source of his restored memories and salvation incarnate. The impressively sturdy bokken-like weapon harbored many powers over the mind. Lastly and most importantly, was Oinari. His true guardian and uncontested conscience. The word of Il Palazzo spilled from Oinari's thoughts and sometimes from her lips when she would grace him with her presence. The katana's artful abilities defined Nabuya for who and what he was, and how his god blessed him to achieve his destiny. The Yorei and Seiyuwagi armors drew from the powers O-Inari blessed all Yozen with and those chaotic powers were exceptionally strong for it. With such tools, and the empowering fuuinjutsu enchantments he'd crafted for several of them, Nabuya was confident that the downfall of shinobi was nearly at hand. Nabuya would return his focus to the present as he set his weapons aside to begin the meditation training that Oinari had been nagging him to complete.
**COMPLETED - Crafting [ Eihei, Oinari, Yorei, Seiyuwagi ]
**MISSION - Narrative: Growth [ S-Rank | 21 Sentences = 5 Posts ] _______________
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Posted: Fri Aug 07, 2020 4:41 pm
__ With much of his training complete, Nabuya followed the advice of Oinari. He sat in a meditative pose in a decrepit temple in the Land of Iron, outside of Zaishin's walls. Nabuya didn't have to try hard to start getting a feel for the natural energies around him. Drawing them to himself was much like using his blessed seal's powers to enhance his strength. His mind was spread outwardly as he continued his meditation.
Not even the strong, frigid mountainous breeze caused him to lose focus. The snow laying around the temple grounds was only piling higher. However, the flakes seemed to actively avoid the shrine he meditated near. It was like the nihilistic forces which Nabuya relied on were afraid of his presence. That just wouldn't do for him. He focused more, and would be able to sense subtle changes in the way the snow began to fall afterward.
The clouds above indicated that more severe weather could arrive at any moment. Even so, this really didn't bother him while he focused on his meditations. If anything, the crispness of the air and the chilled bite he felt in his mouth was refreshing. Nabuya attempted to reach out further. His control only continued to grow.
He could sense this to be true as he noted another subtle change in the way the snow was falling. Effectively, the frozen precipitation was now turning back inwardly toward the shrine. The swirling winds helped to keep evenly distribute the snow around the temple grounds. With hours going by, Nabuya was starting to lose his patience.
The markings of Oinari's Blessing began to spread across his body, originating the blessed seal over his heart. Nabuya chose to limit how far he'd go into his transformed state to expedite the meditation mandated by Oinari. The air around him became notable denser and somehow even colder as she seized an exponentially greater range of control over the surrounding natural energies. The snow rapidly fell and was stirred into a blizzard rather preemptively by nature's standards. With another push he forced himself to briefly take on the form of his fully unleashed power. This would wreath the mountain in storming frozen clouds. However, just as soon as it started, the storm would suddenly break in response to Nabuya's will. He gradually returned himself to normal as he continue to control the environmental phenomena. By the time his blessed seal was dormant again, the mountain was clear of weather and the heavy snow clouds overhead had dispersed. His eyes motioned toward Zaishin. It was somewhat visible from his mountaintop, and an ominous feeling from the great samurai city brought a scowl to his face. Nabuya began his decent from the mountain to investigate, almost hoping that his gut feeling was right. The day to turn his blade against the vile, worthless shinobi was quite possibly near. Natural energies swelled within him but he would use his skills to mask his true strength, as he always had done since coming to the Land of Iron several years ago.
**LEARNED - Human Sage Mode [ Senjutsu | 5/5 Posts ]
**MISSION - Narrative: Growth [ S-Rank | 34 Sentences = 8 Posts ] _______________
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Posted: Sat Dec 11, 2021 10:42 pm
__ The dreary, dilapidated Seinaru Enjo monastery remained a passable residence as he lingered in the Land of Iron. The potent, untapped natural energies of the location was a boon, to so say the least. He used the isolated location to bide his time and consider his options. Of those options, continuing to strengthen his bonds with the natural energies of this world were deemed worthwhile. Nabuya would meditate for hours before and then after pushing his senjutsu techniques to their current limits. Figuring it out by himself all over again for a while tested his mind and spirit, and those tests started to become narcotic in his time of accepting his failure to meddle with the Raiu clan's destruction. At least it was satisfying to have a part in making those jokes from the Land of Fire stay out of the ordeal.
O-Inari was his primary conscience to maintain a daily regimen. She began to guide and advise him in matters of Evergreen's realm. Secrets of the enemy would translate into experience through trial and error. Various shinobi arts that Nabuya mastered helped give him all the time he could need to focus on his solitary power cultivation. He'd train and meditate while shadow clones gathered the necessities from the lonely mountain or others gathered information from the surrounding lands; they were always under the guises of advanced transformation ninjutsu and the protections of masterful sealing arts and sensory ninjutsu. Other shadow clones would be used to upkeep his senjutsu training throughout the day and night.
Nabuya often felt a sense of dissatisfaction from a shadow clone's absorbed experience when he wasn't the one doing the dirty work. It felt strange that he even hated to rely on himself in things like this, so the clone training method got less use over time. Nabuya's training would intensify when he started hearing rumors of unrest in the Land of Iron's sociopolitical climate. He was less than surprised and an unimpressed minority due to the losses in the Land of Floods. O-Inari's teachings felt like a strange form of prayer, but she would do well to align his power with purpose. The idea that he could use his honed powers to influence these turbulent lands was quite enchanting.
He heard of various factions and even more opportunities between them. In the end, he knew his enriched senjutsu cultivation was for his sake and his sake alone. His god, O-Inari, was all the guidance he needed to comprehend and wield the faulty truths of this world. All he really wanted here was a sanctuary where he could work outside of the shinobi eye. So far, everything had gone perfectly. He was a missing fresh Uzushiogakure shinobi graduate that was allegedly lost during the violent rain of meteors and sinking of most of the islands. Little did they care or know, this seed of hatred was becoming a weed in Evergreen's beautiful garden. He continued to master his control of natural energies as well as reviewed various senjutsu techniques to make sure he understood them well enough to use against others who probably also knew these arts.
Time was of no concern before his senjutsu cultivation, and it wasn't as he approached the new present tense. He had spent much time in the later portions of his training to focus on better means to corrupt natural energies. The Blessing of Oinari had began to feel almost inferior to the power he'd integrated from the unlocked potential of his blood-given talents. Nabuya was discovering a variety of ways to invoke senjutsu or utilize natural energy. In fact, it was was almost as easy to breathe as it was to simply use his sage mode powers. He was ever-determined that his god was the absolute truth, and Il Palazzo's will would be seen done at all costs. O-Inari would offer a revelation to Nabuya as he completed his senjutsu training anew. There was business to attend to in Zaishin. From there... who could say where the winds of chaos might blow?
**RELEARNED - Human Sage Mode [ Senjutsu | 5/5 Posts ]
**MISSION - Narrative: Growth [ S-Rank | 36 Sentences = 9 Posts ] _______________
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