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As his brief respite was over, Byakuran stood back to his full height, tensing his muscles once more as he took a deep breath, and immediately swerved to the right. The key when training flexibility, was to not merely preform acrobatics, but to also keep in mind a constantly shifting situation in your mind while do so. You had to react to stimuli, even if it was imaginary, at a near constant rate so as to accustom not only your muscles and muscle memory to moving quickly, but your mind as well. Some said to merely clear your mind and let instinct take over, but this was from people who's nervous system wasn't the rough equivalent of a fiber optic cable. His own conscious mind and nervous system were too closely interwoven to not work in conjuncture, to not work in sync with one another. That was the very basis of the second self, the very concept which plagued the younger members of their clan who had yet to accustom themselves to it. Normal human minds were not meant to be so...aware.

At least not in the sense and variety that his family was. It wasn't designed to be so divided amidst such complex and numerous external signals. Normal people heard sound, but the Otobe could feel sound, and, when they truly mastered themselves...they could control it. Use their unique systems to not only read vibrations...but manipulate them.


Training Dexterity:
DC: 12
Formula: 1d20+Dex mod
Dex mod: +2
Roll: 4
Train: 0/10

There times when he felt the need to investigate every inch of this world...to know every nook and cranny, every in and out. Though he had never really so openly admitted such to himself, the idea of being omniscient was something that appealed to him just as much as being omnipotent. For what was power without the knowledge to use it, yes, but even more so, discovering new the things and picking apart just what made the various forces of the universe tick always brought him a sense of elation, always made him, for what it was worth, rather happy. Maybe it was his rather self perpetuated drive to learn, rather than know, but he still was quite sure that if he spent eternity attempting to ponder away all the mysteries presented to him...that he would have a content existence.

But things were never that easy.


Training Dexterity:
DC: 12
Formula: 1d20+Dex mod
Dex mod: +2
Roll: 10
Train: 1/10

And if there was one thing that actually managed to rile the generally passive boy, it was being weak. It wasn't so much the fact of being defeated, it was merely being shown that he himself was not strong enough to have won. It was the very idea that somewhere out there there were people who with the lightest of whims could end his existence. It wasn't fear so much as...indignity. That indignity that he was so insignificant. He supposed, he was allowing himself to get riled because of his training, the adreniline pumping through his system at an alarming rate as his chakra coursed to each corner of his body. He took several deep breaths. Before resuming, starting with a dive roll forward into a prepared crouch. He had to focus on getting better...had to keep pushing himself... dwelling on what he could only change a little bit at a time wouldn't help him any.


Training Dexterity:
DC: 12
Formula: 1d20+Dex mod
Dex mod: +2
Roll: 4
Train: 2/10

The terrible power of influence... the inevitable might of a single action. That was, to an extent, one of the many facets of nature which fascinated him. For even the smallest action could expand the might of it's own echo by triggering others, and those still triggering more. Raw power alone, as great as it was, could be nothing more then the tool for a far more calculated trigger. A mere extension of the smallest action...

For example when the Devil of Oto, Orochimaru, had created a rogue strand of DNA in one of his many expiriments, he probably never would have imagined that such a tiny little vile of glass would someday give birth to an army which would take over and rule the village that he himself had created.

Training Dexterity:
DC: 12
Formula: 1d20+Dex mod
Dex mod: +2
Roll: 4
Train: 2/10

And why was one of Byakuran's favorite questions. He suspected, though most of the time he chose to be oblivious to it, that it annoyed most people. He would ask for the why and how about just anything that one could think of. The meaning behind actions, how it worked, why it worked, why it would be worse it worked a different way. He was one of the very few children who had ever not taken for granted that human's simply...work. He'd wanted to know, almost from a startlingly young age, why they worked. How. and most importantly, would it be better if they worked another way?

They were the questions he asked about everything, not merely human beings. At the time they had gotten no special treatment, no quarter or particular regard. He had studied them just like he had everything else, making, he had decided one day after a lengthy episode of pondering, that that made his admiration for them all the more impressive. He had judged them not as his peers, but rather and an object, a thing that was seperate from himself. Completely impartially.

And still he had not found them wanting.


Training Dexterity:
DC: 12
Formula: 1d20+Dex mod
Dex mod: +2
Roll: 12
Train: 4/10

((and because I've ran out of things to mus over, I'm going off on the bunny trail into a philosophical fairy tail! because the dice algorithm is feeling low toady.)

Life was an odd thing. Truly, it was. It was filled with all manner of the things that baffled and bedazzled even the most wise of people. But one story in particular that had always been his favorite when remarking upon the nature of life, had put it all in such a...simple and majestic manner. How HAD that story gone again...ah yes...

"With all his worldly possessions in one small pack, the Fool travels he knows not where. So filled with visions and daydreams is he, that he doesn't see the cliff he is likely to fall over. At his heel, a small dog harries him (or tries to warn him of a possible mis-step)." The fool was, supposedly, mean to represent the number zero, nothing, and yet limitless, while also, it happened, representing humanity at it's base nature. A thing of ambiguity and without form. Like the number zero... it was impossible to truly assign it a specific value.


Training Dexterity:
DC: 12
Formula: 1d20+Dex mod
Dex mod: +2
Roll: 6
Train: 4/10

All the possibilities are laid out, all the directions he can take. The cool, airy Sword of intellect and communication, the fiery Wand of spirituality and ambition, the overflowing Chalice of Love and emotions, the solid Pentacle of work, possessions and body. With these tools, the Fool can create anything, make anything of his life. But here's the question, did the Magician create the tools, or were they already in the pack? Only the Magician knows - and on this mystery, our eloquent mage refuses to say a word."

The shaping of potential. Byakuran supposed that he could understand that but the magican's true value...would not known until the very end, of the Fool's journey...


Training Dexterity:
DC: 12
Formula: 1d20+Dex mod
Dex mod: +2
Roll: 5
Train: 4/10