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Posted: Sun May 08, 2011 5:42 pm
 TATSUYA MIYAKI Who knows? Not me. I never lost control Location: Full Circle Mood: Curious Ulterior Motives: N/A Thoughts: "How long have I been out?"
Tatsuya traveled silently through the craggy environment only pausing to allow his companion the leisure of small breaks between walking. The large lizard had so much more weight to swing and move around, but Tatsuya could only see the same small lizard that he had met such a long time ago, and while it had changed he still enjoyed the reptile's company, it was perhaps even his closest and most loyal friend; Aoiro was the only other living thing that wasn't reluctant to stay at the boy's side.
The journey was somewhat of a short one, he took all of a week to get lost many months ago, but it took less than a day to find his way back to where they had started, and as such he found the rest of his teammates there and Tsukiko, who had not been there when he got lost. While he wasn't happy to see any of them he wasn't angry, he was okay with his situation now, he would be able to communicate with someone if he got bored and Aoiro wasn't available. Maybe Ren was still training, he of course wasn't going to ask, if Ren wanted the boy to know everything then the older ninja would inform Tatsuya. No, he glanced at each individual and decided it would be more productive if he went and sat against a rock, now he played the waiting game. He understood what Quingfu had said eleven months ago and he had followed the instructions, so he was going to sit there and wait, a sort of serene expression plastered to his face.
You're face to face With the Man who Sold the World.
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Posted: Sun May 08, 2011 8:06 pm
Someone was coming-San and Kiko both turned their attention to the 'newcomer', though the scent had already registered. It was Tatsuya...Kiko gave a slight, nervous grin-she was still a bit peeved at him over defending Seika, but oh well. It seemed that he'd grown up a bit, or at least in height and age. There wasn't much to say between them, but San tugged at the hem of Kiko's blouse, causing her thoughts to scatter a bit as her attention focused on her companion. "I know..." she murmured quietly, stepping behind a formation of rocks just below the area. With a slight sigh, she curled into the cavern formed underneath, and began to descend downwards.Tsukiko Jounin Theme
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Posted: Sun May 08, 2011 8:50 pm
The descent down into the cavern wasn’t far-in fact, it was enough to be of use to Kiko as an area to get out of the sun. She curled up slightly as she reached the inner mouth of the cave, and plopped steadfastly into an area the size of an academy room. There was no light, so she was completely dependent on her sense of smell-San had followed, and was busy marking everything with urine to keep them from running into things. Kiko wandered about the room, feeling for impressions and other things in the walls, though she cut her hand deeply upon a jagged rock that jutted from the wall. Her hand felt slimy-probably mold or something growing on the cavern-and she reached in her pouch, rustling about to find her medic’s scroll. There was no drip of water in the cavern, only a damp moisture in the air, and Kiko sighed. Finding scrolls in the dark wasn’t bad, but this was all by smell. If she picked the wrong scroll, she would poison herself, just like she did Yukito….
Kiko’s heart stopped for a moment. Yukito had been her saving grace, and she’d poisoned him. What an undeserving sibling she was. There was a gentle cry that erupted from her throat, and finally, away from the world, Tsukiko sobbed. She’d promised that she’d never let herself get close to anyone again, except San….Well, she’d broken that promise, hadn’t she? There was Ichi, and Shiso, and Yukai, and Kazuki, and all of her other friends from all over the world. What if she would lose control, like that one day with her brother? Could she really bear to see any of them die the same way? No. She wouldn’t let them. There was something she would have to do first. Sacrifice something of importance, something she’d forever miss to be equal with herself. There was nothing she could give up though, nothing she was willing to part with to make amends. Blood. She could give up blood for that. Kiko fingered around in her pouch, feeling the sharp poke of a kunai against her fingertips. She grabbed one, and quietly slit her left wrist, wincing as she felt the nausea arrive. Warm droplets fell to the dank ground below, and she cringed, feeling bits of her life slip away. With this, she would appease herself, and finally forgive the blood she’d shed before, even if it killed her in the process.
A gentle tug here, a gentle tug there each morning kept Kiko alive, or as alive as she felt the need to be. How long had she been in this cave? Kiko didn’t know anymore. It felt like ages…she felt weakened, and climbed up through the mouth, going towards the entrance of the cavern. She stopped just before entering the blistering sun once more-she felt like she was dying. But she couldn’t die, not yet. She wasn’t done protecting the people she cared about. Then her mind set forth an idea-maybe it was time she started to live for herself, and not others. Ichi could take care of himself, quite surely, and Akeru was tough as nails. Yukai had been through a ton, and made it through, and Shiso…she was getting faster and smarter by the day. Kazuki seemed pretty capable of himself, so Kiko was left alone to figure out what she’d been thinking. It was too much to bear alone…San crawled behind her, whining slightly, and Kiko thrust her into the sunlight, before taking a step outside the cavern herself. How many months had wandered away while they were down there, surviving on stale bits of bread from old scrolls and purified water collected by scraping the mold from the walls of the cave? The realization hit-maybe she was surviving on something more than just mold in a cave. Maybe it was something more than that. Kiko wanted answers, but the girl failed to find any justified reasons. Lashes fluttered against her cheek, and the now thinner Kiko, with a new scar running up her left arm, felt the wind blowing through the canyons and across her face. A breeze was welcomed, after being in darkness.
Vitality-700/2500 wordcountTsukiko Jounin Theme
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Posted: Sun May 08, 2011 11:28 pm
Eyes adjusted, Tsukiko felt the howling winds shirk shards of sand into her still healing scar, and she fell to her knees on the ground. Her healing palm skill would be a waste of time now-the scar was jagged, deep, and very sore with age. She’d let it heal, then open the wound again, and repeat the process again and again until the tissue had turned bright pink. The taste of the gritty air filled her mouth, and her lungs filled with the papery texture of the air, causing the girl to cough. Would there be a world left for her whenever they got back from this training? Would it be possible to find everyone again, if they were still living? No doubt the world would have changed by then, and the people in it as well, but something still stuck to Tsukiko’s brain, something that worried her. Would they still need her after all this was through? Would there still be a use for Tsukiko?
The mission had started out as protecting Ichite-ru, then moved on to protecting the new Immortal trainees, to becoming an Immortal trainee. Kiko had a bit of the benefit of the doubt here-at least she was giving it her all. She’d given blood for the blood she’d spilt, giving in to her fear of killing someone she cared about and letting her own body take the retribution for it. A gentle nudge from a slightly thinner San provoked interest, and the girl fell into the sand, barely breathing so as not to disturb the sand. A lizard had crawled past, and she snatched at it, leaning too far and planting her face in the sand. That lizard would be hers. Or the bugs that crawled under the rocks. Hey, was that a cactus off in the distance? The sharp stab of pain to her left wrist felt no lighter than before, and the girl pushed herself up onto it, standing and wobbling towards the cactus.
The distance itself seemed far away-but in all truths it wasn’t far from where she’d started. She approached the cactus, and stared up at it in awe. Maybe this wasn’t so bad after all. Maybe…maybe….Her eyes sharpened in focus, and she gave a torrential kick in the sand. “I’m tired of maybes!” Storming off from the cactus, which had somehow caused her grievance, Tsukiko proceeded to the nearest rock formation, and began landing off punches and kicks. “There is no maybe anymore! There is just the will to survive and make it through so I can protect everyone I care about! I will not break, I WILL NOT BOW!”
Vitality-700+440=1140/2500 wordcountTsukiko Jounin Theme
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Posted: Tue May 10, 2011 1:49 pm
Every day was a new journey, a new area of strength to be trained in. Her hands and legs became scarred from the repetition of movements, the muscles toning up underneath her tan skin. Some days were close to breakdown; others, close to victory. But no matter the day, Tsukiko had goals to achieve, even if it was slowly over time. She would make herself stronger, able to make herself worthy enough to keep her loved ones safe from anything. Her bones crackled under the pressure she had forced upon them, and Tsukiko felt herself land in the sand, jamming the grains into her fresh wounds. A sharp cry of pain came from her throat, and San licked the wounds gently, soothing them. The large dog had also gotten stronger-muscles rippled under the fur, deep set and rugged from the intensity. Had it been months, or just days? The time had slipped from their senses-this place seemed to move slower than everywhere else…
The gentle push of a morning wind flew against the rocks, and Tsukiko sighed deeply, her eyes blinking against the stirring sand. Her skin felt burnt from the sun, and her scars showed white against her skin. Heart pounding, Tsukiko awoke again, breathing in deeply. The arid desert air felt almost like home-she had to wonder if this was how Ichi felt in Suna. Palms down, she pushed herself to stand up, stretching before training again. Kiko’s body ached, and she felt her muscles stretch under her skin, taunt and ready for anything. “Everything and everyone shares chakra…same as everything and everyone lives and dies.” She could feel the sands moving under her feet-it was never created or destroyed, but rather shifted between areas. Chakra was the same way-it was shifted between people and things, but never made or destroyed. A life source, a pool of energy everyone shared-that’s what chakra was. It never depleted itself, just moved around and distributed itself among the world’s living things. That had to be the point of this place-to teach something that others would not notice without the proper insight. A gentle touch upon San’s head signaled that Kiko was ready to train, and she moved her aching shoulders. It had to have almost been a year inside this place, hadn’t it? She’d felt herself grow slightly, in all ways-mental, physical, and emotional. A year with none of the people she cared about around…this was her survival, her retribution for any promise she’d forsaken. Looking down at the jagged scars that raked her arms, legs, and side, and Kiko smiled to herself, before wandering over to the nearest rock formation. The heat had finally settled in, and she’d adjusted over the past few months to accommodate the arid temperatures. Feeling the smooth edges of the rock face, Kiko’s forehead touched against the smoothest part, and she closed her eyes. “It’s all the same…the same chakra, the same life force….Like medic training, but on a deeper level of understanding….” She understood now, what she would have to do. It wasn’t the blood she’d spilled, or even the blood she’d given for retribution that would make the difference in all of this-it would be how she handled herself after this was over with.
Training seemed to last forever, though she knew it didn’t, yet did at the same time. Time would smooth away the scars, and feed her soul-this was a physical realm, and even her chakra was visible as she moved herself closer to the enlightened state. A gentle push against a rock would send it tumbling down, and she smiled at the newfound strength she had discovered. Perhaps it was time to meditate, to find the aptitude that she had been seeking all along. Balancing herself upon a rock, though slightly precariously, Tsukiko gave a breathy sigh as she felt San curl up behind her, and both raised their faces to the elements, eyes closed and concentrating. After all, the balance between spiritual and physical wellness was also important to a person’s over all health, as well as independence.
Vitality-1140+680=1820/2500 wordcountTsukiko Jounin Theme
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Posted: Wed May 11, 2011 8:31 am
Ryumon Tensa "Know that the way of the shinobi should be one of love for his family and people...Know too that the way of the shinobi is terribly harsh..."

Ryumon stumbled back awkwardly. He blinked…only blinked and her was now in a wasteland….
He heard something….a distance off…..
“Maybe Tsukiko-sensei?” he asked him self as he went toward the sound and saw her training….
….So that’s what this is…. A training ground…..
He watched her for a time and listened to her ….saw only her….. he remembered his mother….watching her while she engraved or practice calligraphy…. ~~~ Every thing must flow like water son…. ~~~ Rang the words of his father as he learned his first hand to hand forms for Tensa-Ryu…
“Good luck sensei” he whispered to him self as he turned away and walked into the wasteland alone….hoping he had not been noticed….hoping he had not delayed her training….
He, after all, had work of his own to do……
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Posted: Wed May 11, 2011 9:30 am
Ryumon Tensa "Know that the way of the shinobi should be one of love for his family and people...Know too that the way of the shinobi is terribly harsh..."

Thought consumed him first. He could only think it seemed. He contemplated all he’d every heard and obeyed. Views on life and death came first, then on to the business of killing primarily. It swirled around him in a haze on that first day of training. It all seemed so different yet similar…connected. When he contemplated life he sat and simply felt. He felt everything he could from joy to sadness. Every emotion echoed in his mind like the ringing of a thousand bells. He felt pain and pressure along with guilt. He felt these connect to grief and relief as he seemed to walk a path in his mind made of feelings. This path branched off as he pondered life. He pondered his life, the life other shinobi, and the life that he took. It seemed so long ago, now but that gasp still rang in his mind. Soon his thought turned to grim contemplations of death. For all the emotion and fire that came from life he could see nothing in death. He saw only a darkness that enveloped and snuffed that flame out of the world forever. He could almost feel that fire die within him. He felt sad. That is what made him stop and wonder. Death gave emotion to those connected to the dead. It was a symphony of sadness and grief and even joy if the deceased was enough of an a**. Life was like a canvas which was covered in mixed colors of emotion that blended together and made a show of their individual and combined beauty. He saw life and death as one. He saw the end for what it was and he saw that no one was truly mortal as long as their life and memory still evoked emotion and life in others. Once again his thoughts returned to the life the he had ended. He knew it was a death born of his own inexperience but now he understood that death was more than the simple cessation of bodily function. Death was the end of the emotion that that person brought about in others. As long as he remembered that life, that man, and that hard learned lesson then life would always continue for him. He knew that killing was necessary but he knew that it was also regrettable. He would never forget that. He remembered the words of his grandfather. He remembered not by the sound of each syllable but by the feeling in each word. He looked to the sky reaffirming a vow to kill only when needed. A blade swung in anger is a dull and foul blade. It is a blade tainted in rust and blood. It is a blade meant to be broken and crushed. He would not become that blade. He would shine with purity and become more than just one shinobi and more than just another talented Tensa warrior. He also remembered his father’s words. “Every thing must flow like water…Everything”, and he understood…. He must united mind and body…words and action.
(Vitality 509/2500 - 1991 remaining)
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Posted: Wed May 11, 2011 11:17 am
Ryumon Tensa "Know that the way of the shinobi should be one of love for his family and people...Know too that the way of the shinobi is terribly harsh..."

….Uniting words and action…Connect them like streams to a river…like rivers to the sea….
He would first unite the flow of his form.
He removed his coat and vest. He let the air flow of his bare flesh. With the sun in the sky he began to move. His hands and feet did not lash out in strikes they were only twin gust of wind flowing back and forth across the land. The core of his body was like the flickering tip of a flame. The wind fed the flames and the flames circulated the wind. As his arms moved and flowed through graceful and fluid movements he became lost in a rhythmic cycle of motion, momentum, and more responsive movement. One arm would flow the momentum drawn back to his core adding strength and momentum to the movements of his other arm. As he used that momentum to move forward but stopping short and focusing that stalled momentum in his legs for flowing extensions of his legs. As one leg would stop at the apex of a motion gravity would take over and the leg would swing down letting the body follow. Soon he was a mass of movement. He became a living poem of form and balance. He focused on nothing and let all of his being become one with the force of momentum and motion. Words were gone from his mind in this state and he was but a body. He was a single form. Hands become feet and toes became fingers while the core remained a stable center in the transposition of his form. For hours he continued this but he felt only minimal pain or fatigue. Rather than use his muscles to force moment every movement become powered and enhanced by the momentum of the last. Faster and faster he moved as he became a tornado. The dust and rock kicking up and whipping around as gusts of air generated by his movements lifted and displaced them. Then his movements began to evolve he began releasing control of his movements letting the momentum it self guide his movements and positioning. He slowly changed in his motions. Instead of graceful composed movements balanced on hands and feet with his stable core for a center they became wild and abstract. He spun like a wildly flung top with arms and legs being lashed away from their center by the very core that was the focus of there center of gravity and momentum. Transitions from one position to another happened frequently and though their timing was erratic each transition it self felt effortless and natural. It felt as though his body was meant to move this way and he became driven by the momentum.. He used every part of his body for balance and stability, from the back to the knees, to the hands, and then the elbows. He found only more movement and rhythm the further down this path he went. Suddenly his mind ignited with realization and with a gentle decrease in momentum and velocity he brought his movements to a halt
(509 + 516 = 1025/2500 - 1475 remaining)
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Posted: Wed May 11, 2011 12:32 pm
Ryumon Tensa "Know that the way of the shinobi should be one of love for his family and people...Know too that the way of the shinobi is terribly harsh..."
 ….Mind and body… flow together like water…Streams to rivers and rivers to the sea…. he thought to himself. For now he decided to rest and let the new day bring along a new perspective. He slept under his coat to protect himself from the elements.
He didn’t know how long he’d been asleep but he awoke to a bright new day in the heat of this desert training ground. Due to growing up in the hidden snd village the heat was no new threat to him. He had recently spent a lot of time in humid environments and was becoming quite relieved to be in the familiar heat of a desert. He smiled to himself and then decided to focus on the task at hand. He’d decided that today he would unite mind and body so that they might work in congress. He thought back to his contemplation on life and emotion and how it united to his physical being. He tried to figure it out as best he could but the answer would not come to him. Soon he began to pace wondering thinking but unsure of anything his mind could fathom. He became frustrated with him self as he paced more anxiously than before. He angrily asked himself why he couldn’t figure this out and without a second thought stops and lashed his fist in frustration striking a chest high rock on accident…and pulverizing the impact zone. It dawned on him in a sudden wave. The frustration gave him a new strength which focuses into his momentum. He decided to test this and thought of something…happy. With a smirk he set to his new task and began movement similar to the previous days exercise. Something was new now, by focusing his feelings of joy into his movements it changed the natural flow of the momentum he used. Now instead of wild unfocused movements they were fast and energetic but not wasteful. Now he switched the mood to more solemn thoughts. His movements became slower but flowed better. Instead of the sharp spritely movements of a humming bird in flight there were the fluid movements of water pouring into a glass. Then as he allowed the sorrow to deepen the movements became like a cleansing rain. It was the heavy kind of rain that falls hard and fast leaving small dents in the ground. For hours he went through emotion after emotion feeling them with his heart, interpreting them with his mind and using that interpretation to fuel and then become the movements of his body. He found worth in every stage of this training but each was too extreme in some way. He could feel and express them each as an individual part of something greater but he was unable to connect them all together in a way that flowed well for him. He stopped and thought. He remembered the movements he’d adapted from his anger which felt like a fire consuming all it touched and elation that felt like floating on the breeze. He saw it not only in his mind or body but in the very blood that flowed through his veins, the emblem on the back of his coat, and the soul of all that he was. The chains forged from the winds of heaven’s bliss and the fire of hells beauty forever binding the Tensa in balance and connecting them to each other and the world.
( 1025 + 572 = 1597/2500 – 903 remaining)
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Posted: Wed May 11, 2011 4:32 pm
Ryumon Tensa "Know that the way of the shinobi should be one of love for his family and people...Know too that the way of the shinobi is terribly harsh..."

The realization of the proper balance shocked him but at the same time made all the sense in the world. He wasted little time in diving into the next portion of his training. He needed to find the balance between rage and elation to form a hard calm that would allow him to focus his chakra like a fine blade. The purpose would be to forge him like a fine blade. First he stood still focusing both his mind and chakra. He let his chakra respond with emotions. It was more that a simple cause and effect reaction. He felt through his chakra. When he focused on a raging flame his chakra responded like a wild fire in his soul and when those flames burned too hot he focused on boundless joy it cooled those flames to a focused, manageable, and – above all – controllable level. That focused aggression, tempered and controlled by elation, all fed off of this joy. It became a love of battle and a respect for combat. It became a realization of the place of conflict in life as a whole. He knew he was making progress but he remained focused on maintaining his balance and resolve. He reached down and freed ‘Ryu no o’ from the sheath on the back of his coat and let his chakra flow into it ever so slightly. He sat down and crossed his legs taking a deep breath and reaching out with his mind finding the outline of his chakra infused weapon in the darkness of his thoughts and concentrated and focused on the balance between aggression and elation. Using this method of emotional feedback with his chakra gave him an ease of control he had not expected. At first he used it to perform minor control techniques and weapon manipulation but after a few hours of he began to complicate the exercises in terms of both difficulty and intricacy. He would move the weapon through the air in intricate loops and patterns. His additional control gave it the feel of a dragon flying through the sky. He then stopped its movement, letting it float above him, and began the next phase of the training. He would form the simple shapes first. He would first form a square or a circle and then he would spin it in the air above his head three or four times. He would make it straight again then change the shape to repeat the process again and again. As he became accustomed to this task he created more complex shapes such as trapezoids, pentagons, and even the odd rhombus here and there. Soon he felt confident enough to move on to the next phase. Now he would combine the harmony of his mind and emotions, his body, and his chakra. He let ‘Ryu no o’ gently fall to the ground and then raise it self up as he himself stood. He found the place in his mind where his aggression lay and let it stoke the fires that raged against his enemies as well as the obstacles that block his progress in life and then he shifted focus to bring about the winds of his joy that elated at the challenge of everything that life has to offer and the satisfaction of seeing a challenge surpassed. His chakra seemed to be sharp and fine like a honed dagger. As he took his first strides forward he moved in a far different way than before. He moved with purpose and precision but each motion flowed into the next like the dancing of a dying ember on a summer’s breeze. He had found a balance and poetry in his movements that he thought would be impossible mere months ago….although he had begun to loose track of time in this place… Even now as he continued moving time melted away. ‘Ryu no o’ moved in concert with him as if physically connected to him. As if on instinct it would lash out as an extension of an arm or leg. Sometimes it would even act as a separate limb when his body made a counter active motion. He was one with his weapon. He was one with the steel. He was Tensa personified…
(1597+706 = 2303/2500 – 197 Remaining)
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Posted: Wed May 11, 2011 4:48 pm
Ryumon Tensa "Know that the way of the shinobi should be one of love for his family and people...Know too that the way of the shinobi is terribly harsh..."

As the days melted by he continued training uniting himself with ‘Ryu no o’ and his other weapons. He was able to use his focus to control his weapons more efficiently using his kunai chains and ‘Ryu no o’ in tandem holding his control over them for hours and days at a time. He began contemplating again….
….Is there more to it?…. he asked himself
….Silly Ryumon…There is always more to life…. he thought with a smirk
He put his coat on for the first time in what seemed like a lifetime and rather than the familiar weight it felt significantly lighter than usual.
“Odd…I must’ve gotten a bit stronger…” he said aloud to himself….
Then it hit him like a slap to the face…it was all connected…He learned to unify himself…now he needed to open his mind, body, and soul to the world around him.
He felt it for the first time. He felt his place in the world. For better or worse he knew….
His life was irrelevant but life itself was important. No life was all important but all life was important. All births, deaths, and lives lived in between had there own sense of value to those around them and those whose connection was most direct but thought some one or something or some event….
“We are all connected…” he said at last in his moment of grand catharsis.
( 2303 + 233 = 2536/2500 - -36 remaining [Vitality Training complete])
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Posted: Wed May 11, 2011 10:05 pm
Morning after morning had passed by her-evening after evening of meditation and training had followed. Her body was stronger, faster, full of energy; always changing and yet always the same. A gentle touch to a rock, feet resting in the sand-this was all part of it. Feeling the physical world around them, feeling the chakra emitted by every living thing the way it interacted with one another-this was truly a paradise in a wasteland. Her scars had healed, becoming smooth and pale against her dark skin; the edges were still jagged but the overall result ended in an artistic pattern of slashes, though they were not intentional. She had to wonder what Ichi would think-no less of her, surely, but maybe he’d understand.
San shifted against the girl-the rock they had been calling home for what had seemed like a year had slowly been worn down in spots because of the two laying together. Everything was in tune, in balance…some sort of harmony. This was how sages must feel, she was sure of it. The world had a heart beat, a visible yet invisible bass or drum line that kept itself in time and tune. Everything else was the melody-constant, yet not constant and ever-changing. She had grown, yet stayed the same-her inner self was the same, but the layers surrounding her had changed, made her grow into a tall, curvy woman. Her clothes no longer fit right-Kiko had grown taller, more mature, and certainly wider in the hips. Long, silver hair almost trailed the ground behind her-it was almost too long, though she could not bear to cut it…So instead, Tsukiko tied up her hair, bundling it with tiny carved loops made of stone and pins made from the rock that they lived upon. Somehow, this felt like a dream, like something unreal, even though she and San both knew it wasn’t.
The days had shifted once again-the nights had become shorter, the days longer, and Tsukiko found herself and her companion ninken slaving away under the hot sun once more, training for what had felt like an eternity. Quiet breaths filled the air, as both the dog and the girl stood at full height, feeling as though they were much larger now, not just in height and strength but in spirit as well. Learning that everything shared chakra was not necessarily the turning point here-it had not been just a catalyst either. No, it was something more, something undetermined before but clear as crystal now that they had entered the sacred area. Whenever they had came inside the tower, Tsukiko and San had been missing a bit of their core-something that balanced them. Now, they were balanced, physically pure from working out the impurities within their bodies. This was a crux in the system, a mole of sorts-one that the two had weeded out from themselves. There was nothing to fear any more-there were no puppets around, and there would never be anything Tsukiko could do to intentionally harm someone that she cared about. After years of guilt and pain, it all boiled down to a single card in the deck of life-this was fate, something unforeseeable and uncontrollable. Tsukiko had smiled to herself earlier-since chakra was never created or destroyed…she was using her brother’s chakra, his own life force. Yukito was never truly dead-just changed, like she and San had changed over the course of this training period. It was time to end training, and move towards camp, which meant climbing the rock face up into the skyline of chimney-like rocks. A heaving thrust of Tsukiko’s hand pulled the girl up onto the rock face, ascending upwards towards the sky that had so long been out of reach. Her hands were no longer bruised and calloused from the workouts, or the climbing; this was now a second home, in a non-intrusive, temporary kind of way. San followed behind her mistress, and the two looked out over the area, past Tatsuya and the others, and into the sunlight. This, this was truly a learning experience worth having now.
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Posted: Thu May 12, 2011 12:13 am
 TATSUYA MIYAKI Who knows? Not me. I never lost control Location: Still out of reality Mood: Pensive Ulterior Motives: N/A Thoughts: "I wonder what has happened in the last hour..."
Waiting for a month for their time to expire was going to be completely and utterly wasteful, in this environment their physical chakra was able to be seen by them so once one could complete the training they were designated to then the rest of the time was theirs. With this and the fact that he had no interest in communicating with anyone in the area, not Ren, not Denrei, not Tsukiko, and not this new kid, no, he was going to turn his focuses to training and master something he had thought of following the Chunin Exams. The boy had seen several jutsu in which you shot your chakra out of your mouth or out of your hands to weaken, or defeat your enemy, and the fact that he didn’t have one that could do that made him feel a little behind. Since then he had been attempting to think of a jutsu in which he could do just the same, and it was during his bout with Shuniji that he had finally figured out the sort of thing he wanted to do. He was going to gather lightning chakra into his hands, much like he would when he would use the technique that Buchi-man taught him, only instead of shooting streams of lightning chakra into Aoiro’s stream of water chakra he would focus the chakra into charges or perhaps one strong charge, and then shoot them at his enemy.
The young man stood from his place on the crag and moved towards one of the small areas in which no one was at and began his own training. Tatsuya stood silently as he slowly began drawing his chakra from his being and out into his hand sending an all too familiar tingle of electricity through the Udai Ninja’s system. The small sparks made his muscles spasm slightly under the old feeling returning after the extended period of rest but this soon ceased once Tatsuya began focusing properly. Once he could feel adequate amounts of chakra in his forearm the young man quickly performed the four hand signs that would activate the jutsu before unleashing the built up chakra into his hand. Once the easy part was done Tatsuya would then have to think of how exactly he would manage to shoot the chakra from his hand and at a target. In his first attempt he held his now abnormally glowing palm towards one of the massive rock formations before shooting out the large charge. However, upon leaving his hand it seemingly spewed off in a random direction before crashing into the enormous rocks, roughly twenty feet from where he was aiming. Obviously that mode of aiming would not be useful at all, and another would need to be thought up.
One of the great things of being in this plane of existence was that Tatsuya had a near infinite area to train in, which meant it would be rather difficult for two people to get in the way of each other, another great thing about this place was the way chakra manifested itself and revealed exactly what he was doing correctly and what he was performing incorrectly. It made it easier to see what he needed to improve on and what he no longer had to strain to focus on. In this case the young man had the obvious hand seals down, he had the gathering of the chakra down, and he had the molding of the chakra into a sort of charge down. That left the aiming and the firing to be worked on.
Tatsuya stood in his place and quickly drew forth a small burst of chakra from his gut and forced it out and towards his forearm. Once he felt the familiar tingle of lightning chakra sending small amounts of muscular tissue into slight spasms, Tatsuya slowly allowed the chunk of chakra further down his arm and on out the palm of his hand. For a moment Tatsuya let the florescent blue sparking orb rest in his palm, the longer and longer he looked at the chakra the more he became entranced by it. He could not help but think about how far he had come, all his struggles, all his triumphs, all the people he had met, and all the friends he had lost. It wasn’t a very special life, yes, he was the winner of the chunin exams during his first attempt, and yes, he was a member of a peace keeping organization but what had he really achieved? When he decided to become a ninja he followed his brother’s example blindly, which in hindsight wasn’t such a good idea in itself, but even if he had decided on his own to become a ninja the life he had lived thus far had more failure than success.
To the outside world it would only appear as if an average sized ninja was standing in the middle of a rock base with his palm outstretched and a small orb of chakra dancing around his fingertips, however, Tatsuya was nothing more than a mind raging a war at its memories. Tatsuya had began with so many strong ambitions, granted most of them were directly associated with Hiyo, but in all honesty he had accomplished absolutely nothing out of those goals. No, he had been living for someone else for the last three years, that sort of life always put a damper on whatever personal desires someone would have; in Tatsuya’s case following witnessing his brother’s death he took it upon himself to take over the genin’s life, all his ambitions, all his goals, everything were stolen from Hiyo the second Tatsuya got the idea in his mind, that was about three or four years ago, and not until recently had the personal internal argument came to a boil and Tatsuya was more than happy to begin his life for his own. He had sacrificed his youth for that ungrateful b*****d, and in all honesty it was perhaps his own worst mistake.
On the other hand, the path had led him to places and with people he would not have had the pleasure otherwise, perhaps one of his best friends, no matter how misguided the friendship was, was created while attempting to take over his brother’s last mission, that, led him to the chunin exams which led him to the Udai Counsel, and to all sorts of other friendships Tatsuya was going to cherish, and protect. That was why he was at this point, yes, his life did not belong to him for long, and he couldn’t go back in time to change it so he would make do with the hand he had been dealt. He was going to do everything in his power to make sure that he wasn’t going to let another one of his friends suffer, not Saru, not Suny, not Seika, not Shuniji. None of them would suffer at the hands of the man they would be fighting soon, the Otokage, even if he had to sacrifice himself he would make sure that that vile man paid for what he did to his own people.
It was almost as if out of nowhere, the boy snapped back to attention as he began to feel the charge he had gathered in his hand slip. It was beginning to rattle further and further from the center of his palm and began twirling violently around his index and middle finger. In a quick motion Tatsuya pulled his hand up and pointed the two charged fingers at his first rock while he pulled his other hand up to cross over the arm and shield his eyes from the bright glow as it soared through the arid air before colliding with a small point in the rock. It wasn’t until Tatsuya unshielded his eyes that he saw the sort of damage it did to the thing; not only was there a small hole where the chakra itself had went through, but there was also a small web of electricity formed around the hole. If this jutsu was used on another living being the amount of damage was by no means anywhere near his and Aoiro’s joint jutsu, but it would easily knock someone out along with some serious damage.
Well, now that the right hand gesture was discovered Tatsuya could begin focusing more on the real mechanics of his own abilities. First he needed to find out how far he could shoot this thing, second he could find out exactly how much damage it did on something other than a massive rock, and hopefully he would be able to find out how chakra extensive it was; the Udai member desperately needed to know how many of these shots he could fire off before he was completely winded and needed to start replenishing his chakra, hopefully it would be more than just a couple of shots, that would be a complete and utter waste. With that the boy slowly began traveling once more, only this time he wasn’t going to be heading off in one direction and getting lost, no, he was going down the massive crag he had started from and quickly descended onto the solid, level ground and began moving about until he found exactly what he was searching for.
After a moment of searching Tatsuya found a small group of cacti, seemingly four in total, perfect! From his spot he started roughly one hundred feet away and readied his new jutsu. He was going to aim continually until he finally hit his spot, gradually getting closer and closer to the plants, once he could efficiently aim and hit multiple shots he would be able to determine the rough range of his attack. From there he would continually use the attack until he felt himself go or until he just passed out, whichever came first. With his right arm outstretched and his left arm bracing the right arm’s bicep, as if it was going to help stop whatever recoil was going to flow through his arm, the boy aimed his index and middle fingers at the first cactus for a few moments and as the wind died he released the shot, and watched as it did everything but hit its target. No, the small orb shot out and quickly began losing aim until it fully left any chance of correctly hitting the cactus behind to chase random dust particles in the sky.
He took a few steps forward until he was about fifty feet from the first cactus and once again focused his chakra from his gut and out his arm, performed the hand signs accordingly, and pulled his arms back up into their firing position. Perhaps the first shot was due to lack of concentration in the aiming process, maybe more focus should have gone into it other than just a few seconds. Taking more time was no problem as of now, but he would need to find a way to do it on the fly as compared to standing and charging for thirty seconds, he wouldn’t always get that luxury. Either way, after a few seconds of steadying his aim Tatsuya shot the lightning bullet from his fingers and sent it sailing directly at the cactus. Once it reached and collided with the plant a small entry wound was easy to see before the electric web scars formed on the surface and the steam quickly billowed out of the newly formed hole. The water within the cactus had been removed due to the heat. Success, and now that he had the rough range Tatsuya could do something a bit more reckless. In an instant he quickly surged forward more chakra into his hand and performed the hand seals before quickly shooting off a charge at the second cactus and continuing forward. During his sprint forward he did the same as he had done before, gathered his chakra and quickly shot it at the third cactus. As he neared the group of the cactus he once more did as he had done before and drew in chakra and performed the hand signs, only this time, he took a running jump maneuver so that he would do a prolonged flip over the final plant, his head facing the cactus at the peak of his jump. Once he was there he fired the prepared shot downward, almost instantaneously the first two suffered the second and third cactus suffered the same fate as the original; however the last merely exploded in a pile of cactus skin and acidic water. The force from the ranged attack up close caused more entry wound damage, he would have to remember that detail.
(Lightning Release: Lightning Shot - B-Rank 2122/2000 [Training complete])
You're face to face With the Man who Sold the World.
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Posted: Thu May 12, 2011 8:16 am
«☊ Ren Niigata ☊»xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
もし何も私がそれを止めるためにすることができること... If there's nothing I can do to stop it... ╔═蓮 新潟════════════════════════╗ Mood: No mood. Just training. Doing: More training Status: A tool Location: No ********' idea… damn MapQuest.╚════════════════════════蓮 新潟═╝As Ren woke up that "morning" under the semi-cool shade of his earthen roof, he couldn't help but find himself stuck in the routine to wake up and train. Only now the thought occurred to him to work on some of the jutsus he all ready knew. He hopped up to his feet and decided while his mind was in the routine to do some more taijutsu training. He rolled his arms and walked around in a little shady circle for a couple minutes to stretch out the stiffness he felt from sleeping on the ground. He was used to sleeping uncomfortable but his body still wasn't happy about it. He didn't care. He was used to waking up feeling like he'd slept the wrong way. But this time it also occurred to him that he knew how to make shadow clones and therefore could have an opponent other than a giant rock that he had very little chance of defeating. As the thought came to him he deadpanned, then face palmed, then cursed himself as an idiot for not thinking of this months ago. "Way ta ********' go dumbass." he grumbled to himself. (Not like there was anyone else he could grumble to. Or anyone else he would grumble to if he could.) He let out a sigh of annoyance for his own stupidity as he made the handseal for the Shadow Clone jutsu and let loose. Out of the plume of smoke appeared the mirror image of Ren and once again, he found he'd changed some. His hair was longer again but not by much. And he was taller again, still not by very much though. Despite all the time he had tried to shake the dirt off his clothes, he still had that same dingy look about him. He was starting to wonder if he and the dirt were opposite ends of a magnet. What was odd was that he found something in his appearance that bugged him. And no, it wasn't the dirt, he had long since accepted that it was as much a part of him as his skin was. It was the fact that as he looked at himself, he had to admit that there was a strong resemblance between him and what he remembered his brother looking like. His eyes twitched- his way of narrowing them spitefully. It was only mild hate, not much of it and hardly noticeable even to himself, but it was there. Though his emotions were mostly dominated by an abundant lack thereof, even with the memory of the news of his parents' death seeping back into his mind after months of thinking on nothing but training, he noted he was feeling a bit mad at his brother. Whether he had cared for them or not, the b*****d had directly killed his father and indirectly killed his mother. Yukio's stupidity was irritating. At least Ren had had the decency to recognize the things their parents did for them. And now he had a reason to go all out on his sparring partner. Acting on that miniscule shred of hate and anger, he ripped out the hardest punch he could at the clone who blocked and kicked at Ren's stomach in retaliation. Ren deftly side-stepped his clone's foot and kicked at the clone's other leg, the one it was balancing on. The clone leapt up to dodge and kicked again at Ren's head. He ducked then lunged at the clone in mid-air, bear hugging tackling it to the ground and letting loose a barrage of punches, not caring where they hit. Maybe not the cleanest way for a ninja to attack, but it was how he did things and it was working out pretty damn well so far. The clone kneed him in the gut and shoved him off, quickly following it up by lunging at Ren with a punch aimed for his face. Ren grunted as the knee made very forceful contact with his gut, but was able to stay on his feet when shoved back. He ducked under the fist and nailed the clone with an uppercut to the face and kicked at it's groin. The clone was knocked back a step but was able to push Ren's foot off course. It grabbed on and heaved Ren up to swing him at the rock pillar. He hit with a loud thump and fell to the ground, just barely having time to bring up his arms to block his clone's curb stomp no jutsu. He pushed through the pain to grab onto his clone's ankle and bit down hard. It was weird listening to his own pained yelp from another person. The clone yanked itself away and took a short jump back from Ren, who was on his feet just as quickly. Both in fighting stances, Ren and his clone were perfect mirror images of each other, save for where their asymmetrical bruises were forming. They charged each other and soon were nothing but a blur of attacks. Limbs lashing out with attack after attack, sometimes landing sometimes going wide of their mark. Both were dead set on defeating the other. More than that, each one seemed hell bent on beating the ever living s**t out of the other. And they went on for hours and hours and then some, never letting up with the force they put in their blows but slowing at an equal rate. Being the same person with the same amount of chakra, it made sense that they'd tire at the same rate. But neither one noticed. Neither one cared. Neither one thought of anything except winning. When Ren and his clone ripped out one last punch at each other, both landed a solid hit. Then both fell back. Then the clone vanished with a poof and a cloud of smoke and Ren blacked out from hitting his head on the ground so hard. Maybe he was lucky he didn't crack his head open with the force that he'd landed, but he wouldn't see it that way when he woke. He wouldn't see it any way at all. He simply wouldn't care. And sure enough, when his mind slowly slipped back into consciousness and his eyelids crawled open, he felt the pain, groaned from it, rubbed a hand over the bruise tenderly and got back to his feet to go for another round. He was dizzy and swayed a bit, but he just leaned his back against the rock pillar until the grogginess faded and his head cleared up. He was bruised in various places, some of which he didn't care to talk about (not that he ever cared to talk at all) and sore as he'd ever been but he was rested well enough to start his training up again, so he did so with an almost mechanical automatisms. He decided to skip the training partner for now so he could work more on his form. Sure, his style of fighting didn't seem to have much of a "form" per say, but there was a strategic purpose behind his seemingly sloppy style. It was unpredictable, unforgiving and uncaring for anything "honorable" or "flashy" or anything that didn't have to do with defeating his opponent. It was the style of someone who would go to any lengths, sink to unfathomable kinds of low, do literally what ever it took all for the sake of emerging from battle victoriously; coming out successful from any endeavor. Why? Because that's simply what he had set his mind to. With a sigh of nonchalance, Ren pushed himself away from the rock and got in his stance. A whorl of kicks, punches and all manner of attacks quickly followed and all at once Ren was a fighting machine once more. A lethal weapon strengthened for the purpose of whoever wielded him. A tool. A shinobi. Somewhere in all that, a question fluttered; blown about by the wind that was kicked up from his rapid, smooth flowing attacks at nothing. If he really did succeed and became one of these immortals… what would he do then? Would he still be calling himself a tool? That was doubtful. So what then? He didn't know, and there was no way he could say. He'd just have to go with whatever happened when it happened. Go with the flow of life as always, where ever it took him. Where ever he ended up, he didn't really care anyway. Hey, on the bright side- he'd have plenty of time to buy and read any books he wanted right? And there it was- the one and only optimistic thought that had ever been conceived in the mind of Ren Niigata. Now kill it with fire and ignore it, he had training to do. Soon Ren found himself turning his attacks on the stone pillar, just to give himself a tangible target to swing at. He wasn't at all worried about it falling. The mother ******** was huge to the point where nothing short of some sort of crazy a** jutsu or a bomb could possibly take it down. Never mind a scrawny teenager covered in dirt. So Ren was relentless on the rock, as well as his body. Hit after hit, kick after kick, strike after strike, attack after attack he refused to stop, not until he was satisfied that he could strike with as much power as his body was capable of. Not until he was sure he could lash out with as much accuracy as was possible. Not until he was positive his attacks could be delivered with as much speed as his body could handle, as much speed as he desired. It was just like more of the whole "physical purity" crap he had just gone through- the crap he felt like he was still going through. Only now he was working more towards perfection of form; perfection of fighting. When he came out of this, he didn't know what was next. If it turned out that he didn't make it to the end after all and he simply had to go back to working for the Udai Council, at least he could come back saying he was a bit more useful to them. He was still a shinobi and immortality or not, he knew he would have to fight probably to the end of his days. And if he did become immortal, that would be a long mother ******** time. He had to get stronger. And stronger. And after that- stronger still. When his legs finally gave out and Ren was left flat on his a**, he sat with a stoic face, panting but slowly and well controlled. He let himself rest for a minute before staggering over to the edge of his roof and leaping with the strength that was left in his legs to grab the edge. It was searing hot to the touch but he gritted his teeth and muscled though the pain. His legs were temporarily useless but his arms still had some stamina left in them. He forced himself through one metric s**t-ton of chin ups before his arms gave out and he fell to the ground with a distinctly audible thud. He rolled back out of the sun's cruel light and took a quick rest. Of course, the moment he felt he could keep going, Ren was back on his feet making another shadow clone. He didn't waste time glaring down this one or looking it over to check out his shitty as hell appearance. As soon as it was made, before the smoke even cleared, they were fighting. They were as relentless on each other as Ren had been on himself. Sometimes knocking the other out into the sun, neither one noticed. They fought in the sun or under the shade, not caring about the sun's added torture. It was by sheer luck that when Ren and the clone both gave out again, they were at least near the shade. With the clone gone, Ren lay flat on his face, sweat beading and evaporating all over his head and body in the sunlight, lungs heaving for air. When he was finally able to move, Ren used his remaining strength to drag himself back under his makeshift shelter and welcomed sleep, though he knew the next time he woke he'd be back to more training.
Good morning sunshine~! The flittering little thought said gleefully in his head. Ren almost responded with a "******** you very much" before he realized he there was no one there. He glared at the stone roof above his head impassively before lifting himself into a sitting position without complaint. He knew what he wanted to train today, and he figured it wouldn't take long since he all ready knew the basics of how to do it, plus there was plenty of earth around for him to make use of. He'd had the idea for a while and now there was ample time to learn it. Like Stone Gauntlets which was just the glove form of his Stone Armor, he wanted to do the same but in boot form. He could call it "Curb-Stomp no Jutsu." …Man that sounded corny. He didn't even need to stand for it, what with the earth being right underneath him and all. He figured it would require the same handseals as Stone Gauntlets, and hope it worked out right. So, flipping them out nonchalantly, he set his feet firmly on the ground and focused the chakra infused stone to his feet. Like any of his Stone Armor related jutsu, the only trick was getting it to be compact as possible. But this was only- what? The fourth time he'd tried learning these kinds of jutsu? He believed he was quite familiar with the routine by this point. Ren let the earthen armor crawl up his feet, and then his legs, and then his shins until it reached up at about knee level. But knocking a hand on it, it felt pretty flimsy- of course. He made more of the stone armor crawl onto his legs, but didn't let it go anywhere past his knees. Putting his full focus on it, he compressed the added earth down so it stayed at the exact same level. Not "around" the same level- it had to be exact. Why? Because anything less would be useless in a battle. And as little as his life meant to him, he wasn't exactly eager to jump at death. Well, it was just like his sensei at the academy had said- focusing chakra into your feet to begin with wasn't the easiest thing in the world. He'd long since gone through and mastered the whole tree "climbing" and water walking exercises, but that didn't exactly make focusing stone armor into his feet and only his feet any easier. But if any one thought that difficulty of any level- difficulty of any nature was ever a factor in the mind of Ren Niigata, they were very much mistaken. So mistaken, one might even call them wrong. Ren simply focused harder, because in the end that's all there was to it. He summoned all the earth he needed for the jutsu into his legs, kept it at knee level and mastered the ******** out of this jutsu. With a faint, yet satisfied smirk Ren rapped a fist on the armor. Solid. He pulled out a kunai and stabbed down as hard as he could, knowing full well that if it was at all weak, he could break through and stab his leg. It didn't even chip.
((Training: Taijutsu- Shura-kitanai: up to A-Rank [Word Cost- 2,000] 2,000-2,069=LEARNED)) ((Training: Earth Style: Stone Boots/"Curb Stomp no Jutsu": C-Rank [Word Cost- 1,000/Focus Type Discount: -50%] 500-511=LEARNED))why should I care? があれば私は、なぜ気にするでしょうか? xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx «☊ Chunin ☊»
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The Demon Quinlain Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu May 12, 2011 10:59 am
Ryumon Tensa "Know that the way of the shinobi should be one of love for his family and people...Know too that the way of the shinobi is terribly harsh..."

Ryumon had decided that solitude was over rated at this point. He decided to look for Tsukiko again and see how she’d faired with her training.
“Now where did they go….” He said aloud as he walked back to where he had seen her last…looking around he noticed a particularly large rock face.
….wow that’s a big one…. he thought just before noticing some one moving to the top of it.. so figures actually….
“Gotta be them…Well that or someone else here brought an absurdly large dog with them.” He said with a smile and decided to test something out….
“Worth a shot I suppose…” he thought to himself as he took a low stance and prepared to jump.
He touched his shin guards and focused some of his chakra into them. With a mighty effort he pushed off from the ground into a run at a break neck pace using his Kekkei Genkai to increase the movement of his legs to an extent increasing his speed even further. As he approached the cliff face he knew he’d never making it in one jump so he aimed as high as he could and jumped making contact part way up the wall. He leapt as best he could from foot hold to foot hold until; at last, he found his way to the top.
He looked at Tsukiko and San…for a moment
“Damn…you’re still taller than me” he said with a bit of a frown, but he hadn’t noticed that he’d grown as well. His hair was longer, his shoulders broader, and ofcourse he was a bit taller standing at about 5 feet 2 inches.
“Well at least you seem to be doing well…” he said with a smile
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