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 Posted: Sat Jul 17, 2010 10:30 pm
 A brisk breeze rustled the leaves of the tree. The moon, full and white, shone down, filling the midnight vista with light enough to see, but nothing more. The branches shifted slightly in the wind, the emerald green leaves fluttering with abandon. A few leaves proved too rambunctious, and broke free, fluttering merrily to the invisible ground. That had been the moment she had been waiting for. Kyouken sprang off of the branch she had been balanced on, and plummeted toward the ground. As she fell, she lashed out in a series of savage slashes and strikes. One by one, each leaf was hit, splitting into pieces that disappeared in the darkness from the contact. She landed in a perfect three-point landing, before straightening up once more. She cut an imposing figure, though her unique choice in attire negated the effect to a certain extent. Any who thought her peculiar fashion sense indicated weakness would be in for a surprise, however. She may not have the sheer power of others, but she had a certain ability that made up for that difference, in spades. Now that she had finished her midnight exercises, she was ready to move on. She had entered the academy with the intention of creating a persona to help lull others into a false sense of security. Even if one tried to remain hidden, people would eventually find out about them. But, if they created a false persona, like this, there was a chance that it might be thought of as truth, leading to a handy deception during battle. Deception was a vital tool to the true path of ninjutsu. Living in darkness, dying in darkness, that was the fate of all ninja. She had no intention of dying before her time, so she would settle for simply living in darkness. As she continued her leap, she looked down at the twilit treetops, and out across the vast expanse of wilderness that was the borders of the academy. There was a whole world out there, rife with opportunities for her to become stronger. Yes, Kyouken was well prepared for what was to come. But was the world ready for her?
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Posted: Tue Jul 20, 2010 9:36 pm
 "...Alright.. Henge no Jutsu..." the man's voice droned on. Draco walked along the pebbled pathway, his hands paired behind his back as he listened intently to his mentor.. though with a calmed sense of focus. To any passerby it would be apparent that he was beginning his training as a ninja of the village.. and to anyone in the clan, it would be apparent that he represented the Silverlight household.. a prominent enough name in the Bikou clan. Volair Silverlight had made his name known in the clan through many various exploits over the years, earning the respect of all in the village. Draco wore the dark cloak... a finely crafted mantle of meshed materials, perfect for keeping cool in the warm summer, and keeping warm in the cool winter. But mainly serving as the icon of the Silverlight family to those of the village, the green crest of the HuyaiMetsuki embroidered into the shoulder's... they all recognized it... the green crescent that could glow in the eyes of a Bikou... the glow that would be followed by death. Felix was proud of this... proud of the respect his name, and his crest inspired.. but this sense of cool arrogance was only tempered and improved upon by a respectful curiosity and thirst for knowledge. ...Today he learned his first academy technique, the 'henge no jutsu'.. a technique that allowed the transformation of the body for the purposes of stealth. Draco breathed deeply the cool night air of the village as he listened to his mentor.. a man named Gais whom was tasked as one of the head ninja of the village specifically to train Draco. The boy closed his eyes, still seeing the green glow of an approaching lantern as their respective boots continued to crunch over the pebbled street, passing many of the green glowing lanters by the side. The lanterns were the only means of light to the city of course... they were the sunlight in the darkness of the hidden void. And Draco appreciated no color more than green. ...But who needed color? ...He would learn to confuse and ruthlessly eliminate any opponent using only the darkness. Gais, an older Ninja, retired from active duty... but still highly respected for his training skills had been the perfect choice as mentor for Volair's son himself. A child protege of unlimited potential, as far as the clan was concerned... unlocking his Huyai Metsuki early on... they all had high hopes for Draco. The boy watched as the older man displayed the proper hand motions and symbol's, drinking deeply of every minute detail so as not to get them wrong. He knew of the pressure placed upon him, and he thrived in it... Draco had always been popular in school... partially due to his fathers exploits, yet he had remained distant from most.. and highly reserved. This was not because it was imposed of any sort by his family, no.. it was a self reached conclusion that he needed to maintain a distance for the sake of separation itself. Ties were weakness. He copied the mans hand motions over and over again, this time switching in combo to the Bushin no Jutsu... a technique he had been working on for some time now. Traveling in relative silence and merely soaking up his mentor's untold wisdom he did not activate any Jutsu, but merely contented himself with the motions, he preferred the peaceful silence of a clear head... and the feeling of growing yourself. Trial would come later. ...yes... he was a watcher. Draco finally glanced down toward his hands, making sure the finger movements were correct, even though he already knew they were... his cut off leather gloves fell to the side with his hands as his mentor ended the lesson. Their walk finishing outside the larger dark manor, belonging to Draco's father.
((643 words, 'Bushin no Jutsu', and 'Henge no Jutsu' learned.))
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Posted: Wed Jul 21, 2010 12:54 am
Ekimaru walks into the training grounds with an eager look upon his face. He knew exactly what training he wished to partake in and would not waste any time in proving himself. His teacher instructed them on how to Mold chakra which would help in all other types of training. With a thumb of his nose Ekimaru began focusing his chakra working as his instructor told him. He was nervous at first worried that he would fail, but soon became comfortable, sensing how his chakra moved inside himself. He was amazed at how the flow of the chakra was so specific, and yet it was unique to every other individual in the class.
Soon the class found themselves tired and panting. Even Ekimaru was feeling the strenuous tug that the exercise committed upon the students. He was one of the few still standing and he would not surrender. The other two who were standing were also trying, obviously the three top students who all tried hard and never backed down. Finally conversation broke the area. "who do you think will fall first?" "I think Yuri-chan will win!" "what? Daisuke has this in the bag!" Hearing each compliments for his two competitors made Ekimaru even more focused just to stand longer than one on the first day would be a good sign of his prowess, and it'd shut up those who would doubt him.
Suddenly Daisuke dropped backwards onto his backside and the room gasped suddenly. Now that one of the two boys remaining had fallen, the fans of Daisuke split between the two remaining students, finally giving Ekimaru some cheers. "Come on Ekimaru! you can't let a girl win this challenge!" "yea, we can't let the girls beat us already!" The demands of his classmates were more harmful than helpful and Ekimaru could feel his body shaking, begging to fall backwards. Just as he thought he would lose he heard a small thud on the other side and a burst of displeased groans filled the area. Ekimaru sighed and focussed more calmly on the exercise, still unrelenting in his own training of himself.
(353/500 chakra molding)
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Posted: Wed Jul 21, 2010 3:30 pm
One... Two... three.. four... Draco's mind counted the moves of himself, and the other student... finding the rhythm of the techniques, and beginning to calculate how the next moves would come. ..Up.. Left.. Right... Right.. Right.. left... Up. His opponent, another one of Gais' students was a boy of around his own age... Trevor.. he was a good fighter, but slightly more reliant on his hands than his feet, and tended to favor his right side. Granted, Draco tended to favor his right side as well... not many people did not, however, simply knowing this gave him an advantage. Both boy's were dressed in dark Ninja attire, Trevor with a white flag on his arm and Draco with one of similar trait... this was merely so that the boys would find themselves distracted though, with the flash of the flag, it would attract attention from the eye in the darkness, where you could not see the rest of your opponents darkly covered body. The Hidden Void was a village locked in perpetual night... the small glow lamps being the only light source to the village, emitting their ever present green hue. Here on the outskirts though, it was only a dim black. Gais stood back, leaning against a tree and watching the boys... taking mental notes of their actions, and deducing ways in which he might improve and grow them. Draco was a mental adept, to say the least. He was the type to figure out a way, or form various hypotheses until he found one true... a way to defeat his opponent. Of course, he lost many fights, but he always returned even stronger, with an idea of how to win this time... and most times he would go in fully knowing that he could not loose. ...He was now beginning to figure out Trevor's rhythm. One.. two- his right hand block caught Trevor's thrown punch, and stepping down with his left foot he caught the boy's leg, pinning the incoming kick. ...Three.. four- Draco used his planted left leg to spin quickly, catching Trevor under the chin with a spin hook kick. The other boy stumbled back, reaching up to rub the new welt with a glare at Draco... one of admiration though, not hatred. "..Good hit." Draco nodded, standing up straight and glancing over at Gais... this would initialize the second portion of the training, weapons included. The elder shinobi nodded, and the pair of trainees went for their respective weapons. Draco reached down, slowing drawing the Katana at his hip... the blade singing softly as it slid from the sheath, finely crafted and sharp to the deadly... cold steel at its best. The hilt was a plain black, with darkened pommel guard... but the blade remained a pure moon silver. Draco appreciated this effect in the darkness, the blade drawing a very distracting attention away from his dark form. Trevor flicked his hands, twin daggers falling from his sleeves and he tested them, clicking the metal together for effect. The boy's circled for a moment, trying to discern and/or find an opening in the others posture... training with the weapons was different... despite the fact that both were skilled students.. the blades 'were' sharp... this called for extra caution on both parts. Finally the two met with a clash, Draco going on the offensive... He would have to use the advantage of his Katana's length against the twin daggers of his opponent... and he slashed quickly, from up to down as he stepped forward, then reversing halfway through to slash from left to right. Trevor stepped quickly to the side, avoiding the first strike and trying to close the distance between them, to where he could use his twin daggers to full effect.. his blades were raised quickly to counter the slash though and he grunted in exertion, forcing the Katana back. Draco stepped quickly to his right, manuvering his footwork to keep his body a safe distance from the knives, and pulled his own blade back, this time thrusting forward in a jab with the point. Trevor stepped to his left this time, copying Draco's footwork and attempting to close the distance once more, his right hand dagger flipped over in his hand, to be held back style and he raised it, blocking the katana... the other blade jabbing forward of its own accord. Draco managed to pull from the jab and slash to the side once more, blocking the incoming dagger, and forcing Trever a step back once more. ...Sweat was beading on both boy's heads now from the exertion and focus of the fight.. the tension was wracking in their stomachs as well. After another five minutes of fighting, both boys were bleeding sweat, and both had numerous cuts and bruises all over.. though Draco definitely was the less harmed... it seemed that he was always able to counter no matter the technique used by the other.. and Trevor was loosing his patience. Draco glanced at Gius, looking to see if the Jutsu portion of the battle had begun yet, but something caught his eye as he turned and his vision quickly snapped back. A green glow activated in the darkness by his right eye as the Huyai Metsuki snapped on with reflex. The twin shadows of daggers were spinning toward him.. seemingly bogged down by a pressure in the air... Draco's mind spun in wonder and amazement as he felt the effects of his power... the daggers.. and Trevor's body seemed to be moving in slow motion.. time grueling through these seconds. Felix's blade tapped out quickly, striking the two daggers comprised of shadow to both sides, and time resumed naturally. Gius stood up straigh, with a smile of congratulation on his face, his hands clapping. "...Excellent!" "..For me." Trevor's voice echoed as the 'third' dagger hit Draco in the back, sinking in with a crunch. Gius, shook his head.. "No.. for him." pointing behind the boy. Trevor's eyes widened as the Katana pressed into his back, the wooden ply board falling to the ground as the Jutsu of substitution released its effect. ...Draco smiled. "..Good move though." the green light fading slowly. [[1032 words, 'tree climbing(600)' and 'the art of substitution(400)' completed.]]
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Posted: Wed Jul 21, 2010 8:52 pm
Draco sat in meditation beside the barely visible river... his legs crossed under him, hands on knees and eyes closed. He was working on mediation and chakra melding techniques... to clear his mind and allow better flow of the chakra within his own body.
He could visualize his own chakra inside... always thinking of it as a green glow... similar to the glow of the dim green lantern beside him. He could see the glow in his minds eye, and he shifted it, moving it from his chest, down to his feet... struggling to balance it... patience was key. If he got impatient, then the flow would evade him entirely.
The lantern rested in the soft grass beside him... the only light by which you could tell that he was even beside a river... the darkness of the village still present over this close spot.
Draco could feel the cool breeze on his skin though... could almost see the smooth grass sway underneath him as a wind swept into the small valley, brushing through his blond hair and casting it to the side. He could hear the swaying trees in the background... could imagine their lush green colors in true daylight, as opposed to this infernal...and limitless darkness.
His eyes remained closed in peace as he soaked in his surroundings, listening to the bubbling laughter of the brook about five feet before him, and listening as even a small fish jumped from it, landing again with a plop, back in its home environment.
Draco moved his hands together smoothly, forming the symbols for his jutsu with precise and slow movements... its not like he was in a hurry.
His eyes opened suddenly as he cast the jutsu.
"...Rock labyrinth!"
The ground rumbled in an undertone for a moment, as if it could barely hear the one whom called to it... yet just so..
Draco smiled slightly as his jutsu grew. The four pillars of pure stone beginning to grow from the area around him... one to his north, one to the south, one east, and one west.
They rose, the ground shaking steadily through the process.. and Draco closed his eyes once more... beginning the movements with his hands once more.
"...Shadow clone Jutsu!" he looked up, watching as the shadows of the first pillar shifted, distorting into wierd forms for a moment, before beginning to assume his posture.
Draco smirked, doing this three times more... the same process every time.
...as the end of his training technique there were four other Draco's sitting in perfect meditation posture around him. Shadow clones, all of them... but the scene was an interesting one.
Draco took a deep breath, standing up using only his legs by uncrossing them and looking down and around at the clones that surrounded him.
He extended his hands to the side for a moment, listening to the call of the river for a bit more...
...Soothing.. the sound of the water running was soothing to his ears.
His hands began moving once more to call upon Jutsu, "...Shadow shurikens!" four consecutive thunks resounded as the small shadow daggers were thrown, penetrating straight into the front of the stone pillars around him... passing directly through his clones, and making them dissipate back into shadow.
...he would need to learn more powerful Jutsu if he wanted to be the strongest shinobi... but technique was not all... he must master his chakra flow, and perfect the idea of physical combat... adding in the illusory techniques.
Placing all four of these categories into his arsenal would make him a worthy Ninja for any match.
((606 words, walking on water unlocked))
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Posted: Thu Jul 22, 2010 1:29 am
 XXX[ ひあい ]_____________________________________ - - alice - -
_____________________________________ XShe held the world upon a string
XXxBut she didn't ever hold me
XSpun the stars on her fingernails
XXlBut it never made her happy______________________ I am out of my mindXXXxx
But who could love me?XXX
Throwing a line out to seaXX
To see if I can catch a dreamX _____________________________________
When Alice made her way to the Training Grounds, the breeze started to blow through the area causing her hair to sway with the leaves and grass. She tucked a hair back behind her ear and took a few steps forward again. The first technique she wanted to try out first was Bushin no Jutsu, she concentrated her chakra, closed her eyes, and performed the hand sign. In a puff of smoke a clone of her appeared in front of her. Only the clone was walking around aimlessly being confused and delirious. A sigh of annoyance escaped Alice, this was going to take longer than she thought. She closed her eyes and made the hand sign once again. A puff of smoke and, the same thing.. She was starting to get frustrated, people who already knew this made it look so much easier than it looks. She realized that just trying again and again would tire her out and it wasted chakra. So she sat down in the grass in the shadow under a tree and just simply closed her eyes as if she was meditating. She emptied her ind of every thought that she had, nothing but blackness running through her head. It calmed her down quite a bit. After a good ten minutes of sitting silently and meditating she opened her eyes slowly. Alice inhaled, and slowly exhaled to calm herself. She stood up and made the hand sign. "Bushin no Jutsu.." She said in her elegant and calm voice. There was another puff of smoke, and to her amazement, the clone stood there looking at her with a peace sign. It only took just a few tries to get her first technique learned, right now she felt like she could learn anything. Just to make sure she made the hand sign again. "Bushin no Jutsu!" There were three puffs of smoke this time, and out of every cloud of smoke, came a perfect clone.
( 333/300 words :: Bushin no Jutsu Complete! )
_____________________________________ "Old age, meaning [time]. It stands in the way of every living being."
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Posted: Thu Jul 22, 2010 11:40 pm
XXX[ ひあい ]_____________________________________ - - alice - -
_____________________________________ XShe held the world upon a string
XXxBut she didn't ever hold me
XSpun the stars on her fingernails
XXlBut it never made her happy______________________ I am out of my mindXXXxx
But who could love me?XXX
Throwing a line out to seaXX
To see if I can catch a dreamX _____________________________________
Now that she was finished with Bushin no Jutsu it would be easier for her to train now that she had someone to train with, herself. Alice made the hand sign and created another clone of herself. Immediately the clone jumped off into the forest, Alice gave it some time to get a distance before she chased it herself. She ran into the forest and started jumping through the trees. "Karadagan!" She called and her eyes started glowing a light indigo color. She stopped and jumped onto a branch to get a bigger viewing distance. Far away through the trees she could see a faint glow of life force. Clones didn't have as much of a life force as the actual being so they just shown a light glow. Now knowing where the clone was Alice started jumping from branch to branch toward the glowing light. Instantly when she got close five shuriken were shot out from behind the tree. In mid air Alice twisted her body around barely dodging the shuriken save for a few cuts in her dress. She finished the spin with a back flip and landed softly on her feet behind the clone. Without giving the clone a chance to react Alice jumped forward with a round house kick in the air aimed for the head. The clone ducked and countered by attempting an uppercut from below. Still in the air from the kick she missed Alice spun her body like before and caught the clone's fist. She threw the clone's hand down and flipped her body to retaliate with a kick to the back of the clone's head towards the tree. The kick connected sending the clone flying into the tree face first. Upon impact with the tree the clone exploded into a puff of smoke leaving Alice by herself in the quiet forest. Alice gave a sigh of relief and accomplishment. She quietly started running back out of the forest, there was no telling what could be in this forest...
When Alice left the forest she noticed that she was in a different place than from where she entered. She didn't get lost could she? No, she could of sworn that she went back in the same direction she entered. Oh well, there was a river here and the sound of it flowing down stream was peaceful. She walked up to it slowly and would kneel down placing a finger into the water. Getting the feel of the water she would then sit down near the edge and get into a meditative state like she did before perfecting Bushin no Jutsu. As she meditated she could feel her chakra flowing freely through her, and she started directing it to her feet. When she was comfortable she stood up and looked at the water. Taking a deep breath she raised her foot over the water and gently place it on the surface. Her foot actually didn't go into the water! She got a good balance on her foot and placed her other foot onto the water. She tried to keep her balance by raising her arms to the side like she was walking on a thin rope. She made it halfway across the stream before loosing her balance and falling back into the water.
The ribbon of her hair came off and when she rose back up her face was completely covered by her soft blond hair. Through the strands of her bangs she could see the ribbon floating away. She quickly jumped for it and grabbed the ribbon but fell completely under water again. Alice surfaced again with an annoying sigh and swam back to shore before she got swept away by the current. Crawling out of the water she was completely drenched, it wasn't a pretty sight. The least she could do is fix her hair and place the ribbon back on keeping her hair in place. She took parts of her hair and twisted them to drain most of the water out but she was still drenched. Now she wasn't very happy, the training might have to be put on hold until she could dry off.
(697 words + 33 from the last post = 730 points :: Water Walking Complete! Henge no Jutsu Complete! :: 30 points left over )
_____________________________________ "Old age, meaning [time]. It stands in the way of every living being."
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Posted: Fri Jul 23, 2010 8:21 pm
~Jormungandr of the Creature~
Jormungandr stood outside of the front gate Ninja academy his loose suit fluttering slightly in the win the grin on his face as wide as ever he stepped through the threshold immediately expecting an attack that never came. That was what came with growing up among the Orochi clan. They worshiped someone as a god and the only thing that mattered to that one person was strength so if you were killed by another member of the clan that member would have their standing greatly increased that was something that Jormungandr had to deal with daily. He didn’t know if that was what other members of the Orochi clan had to deal with that but he did in the Hidden Creature. He put a reassuring hand on the hilt of the Ninjato held at his waist.
He shrugged it off as he entered the yard and began to casually look around. He watched as another person entered the yard from the opposite end. Jorm didn’t know why but there was something about him that caught his eye. He wore a sweater regardless of the heat in the area the sweater itself had fur lining on the inside. Probably what caught most of his attention was how blatantly the man displayed his weapons a pair of metal claws 3 pronged and sharpened and ready to strike with brutal efficiency he made eye contact with the person and in the blink of an eye he his hand on his Ninjato jerked and the blade was free just in time as metal met metal. In a shower of sparks the claws clashed with the Ninjato.
~Fenrir of the Twighlight~
Fenrir stood outside of the back gate to the Ninja Academy his tight fitting sweater clun to his skin in the heat the cruel smirk on his face as disarming as ever as he stepped across the threshold into the Ninja Academy instantly feeling out of place there was no welcoming pack there to greet him. Not even so much as a welcoming greeting that was what came with growing up amongst the Therianthrope clan. A single cohesive unit acting either together or separately there was always a feeling that you were never going to face anything on your own even if that was unavoidable it never felt like you were fighting alone. Fenrir readjusted the Metal Claw’s on his hands he liked having his weapons ready to go and fight it was reassuring.
He shrugged off the unwelcoming feeling as he entered the yard and looked around slightly on edge. He saw another person enter the yard across from him. He didn’t know the person nor did he know why but there was something about him that caught his eye. The man seemed to be wearing a suit but it was looser fitting probably to allow more combat movements. The man also wore a Ninjato on his waste and seemed to be about ready to draw it he reacted instantly and closed the distance between the two in the blink of an eye metal met metal and a shower of sparks as the one of the claws smashed into the Ninjato while another came from the side in a swipe. The man had managed to draw his Ninjato that was impressive.
~Jormungandr of the Creature~
Jormungandr jumped back in a flash avoiding the claw attack the two opponents appeared to be evenly matched. He placed his Ninjato back in his sheath and held out a hand to shake the sweater wearing mans’ hand. The man cautiously stood up and closed the distance to shake Jorms hand it was obvious in his movements that the man didn’t trust Jorm but what could really be done about that.
“Any particular reason you decided to attack me?” Jorm asked through his grin
“I do not have any reason particular there was just something about you that seemed ready to attack someone here and I felt the need to stop you.” The man explained
“Protecting people you don’t even know? “ Jorm took a moment to ponder the thought, “It appears we have much in common perhaps an alliance would serve us both quiet well.”
“Perhaps…” the man said as he rubbed his chin seemingly used to the metal claws always on his hands, “But only time will tell if it is profitable.”
~Fenrir of the Twighlight~
Fenrir jumped back the same time as the other man even though he had had two attacks the suited man had dodged the second after blocking the first he wanted to gauge his opponent. Then he realized something he didn’t have to fight the man was not threatening by nature he didn’t really know why he had attacked. Fenrir closed the distance between himself and the Suit man very cautiously not wanting to put too much on a whim.
“Any particular reason you decided to attack me?” the man asked through his grin
“I do not have any reason particular there was just something about you that seemed ready to attack someone here and I felt the need to stop you.” Fenrir explained
“Protecting people you don’t even know? “ The man took a moment to ponder the thought, “It appears we have much in common perhaps an alliance would serve us both quiet well.”
“Perhaps…” Fenrir said as he rubbed his chin seemingly used to the metal claws always on his hands, “But only time will tell if it is profitable.”
~Fenrir~
400/400 Art of Substitution
~Jormungandr~
400/400 Art of Substitution
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Posted: Sat Jul 24, 2010 7:46 pm
Keisuke walked up the the shinobi village's ninja school. his scarf waved in the wind as if it where alive. with each step, despite the skulls attached to the back of his waist, he was extremely silent. he however did not know his body was doing this. on the top of his leg's where two Haidate thigh guards which looked a lot like Sode shoulder guards. under them where shuriken holster's each filled with about three shuriken. "..... so this is the ninja academy. today i start to repay my debt." he walked inside and found his class room. he knocked on the door and waited for permission to come in.
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Posted: Mon Jul 26, 2010 11:27 am
Rakurai Raiga ~The sky was still dim as the village began to stir from its nights slumber. Fishermen, merchants and traders all gathered within the streets heading to their various destinations. From the current weather it looked as if the day was going to be fairly calm, possibly a light breeze here and there that had blown up from the sea. In alot of areas mist still hung to the underbrush surrounding the village. To those frail at mind this would seem a bit creepy; a village surrounded by mist. To these folk it was just another day not unlike any other.
Well, to say that this day was unlike any other would be incorrect. It was the start of another class full of Genin who would hopefully one day take up where the older generation was leaving off. Both mother and father were gathering their children; happy that the children didn't have to go through the same standards that many before them had. This village was known as the Mist village. Known for its many horrifically strong shinobi. Years ago a final ritual to gain their headband children would have to kill one another, but now it was different. One S-ranked criminal had alot to do with that, but no one had seen nor spoke of him in some time.
Off near the edge of the village an elderly man prodded a young boy looking to be that of around sixteen. The boy merely shoved off the mans walking stick, which in turn returned to knock him aside his head, "WHAT GRAMPS?! Seriously... That hurt....." The boy would say as he sat up with watering eyes; his right hand rubbing the now bruising area.
The elderly man raised his brow, "Call me gramps again and you'll have two or three of those knots. Don't think that just 'cause I'm not in my youth that I can't give you a wallopin'" With cane in the air to signify his dominance, the old man smiled, "Now get up and get ready. You'll be meeting your instructors today and starting off on your journey to greatness. See... most of the youngin' that are heading to the Academy don't have the experience that you already possess. Its forbidden to teach children outside of that there academy, but what are they going to do to an old man like me? Heh Heh, but keep it silent. You stay silent and just do as your told. You'll be great one day Rakurai! Now get to skippin' boy. Keep the Raiga name proud son."
As the elderly man continued his speech, Rakurai had already gathered a loaf of bread in which he'd eat later and a sack that seemed to hold a fluid which was most likely water. It was no hidden fact that he had been awaiting this day for a very long time. Ever since he'd been hunting in the forest and happened upon a raging battle between two shinobi. It was like something in the back of his mind had triggered and then he found himself.
Rakurai had never really been exceptional at anything during his younger years. Always last to be chosen when the neighborhood children would play games. His only over average quality was his bodily figure. From head to toe Rakurai was everything a male could want to be. Everything except his personality was desirable. There would be times that he'd black out and wake up several miles from the village. The first time "Gramps" had found him as a youth after a black out no one could understand how he'd gotten so far in such a short time at his age. Naturally it was thought to be a failed attempt at a child abduction, but several months later it happened again. This time a heart struck couple happened to see him appearing and disappearing at a fast rate away from the village. It was as if he was using a body flicker, but the boy was way too young to have chakra control. Gramps had shrugged it off as if it was nothing, but Rakurai was bothered by the fact that he couldn't control the black outs and didn't know what caused them.
"Hey! Watch where you are goin! You almost knocked me over!" said a fairly worn woman carrying a large vase.
Shaken slightly from his thoughts Rakurai realized that he'd been day dreaming while walking to the Academy, but there it lay. The door loomed only a mere fifteen foot ahead of him, yet it felt as if it was near one hundred yards away. A light throbbing began to erupt from his temple as he stared at the door which others were gathering and entering at, "Well... Here we go. This is where we leave it all behind and become more then just a villager."
The classroom was full of familiar faces, though none of them looked to him. It would seem that even though he was to live out his dream, Rakurai would be emersed with himself still, "pfft... I don't need them anyway."
A singular Jounin marched through the door, not unlike the familiar arrogant walk that most higher leveled shinobi seemed to have within the village. For the lot of work that they did, you would think they would be a bit more easy going, but that wasn't the case. Most of the villages warriors were unproven, yet thought highly of themselves merely due to their rank.
Slightly smirking, Damian flicked a minature ball of paper that he had been resizing as the instructor spoke into the back of another students head. The student jerked their head around in an attempt to find the would be attacker, but found only blank stares for interrupting the class.
"Such a weak bunch of oafs." He thought to himself as the lecture crept onward throughout the day. The instructors were as boring as the old man he lived with, yet he had sympathy for the old man. These instructors were something else. None of them were at all interesting and they were moving at a snails pace. He may not be a Jounin level student, but he was already much farther along then the others around him. Furrowing his brow, Rakurai sank his head into the desk, ".....get to the part where I can show off and be put in a higher class."~Quote: 1083 words Total:: 1083 words
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Posted: Mon Jul 26, 2010 3:35 pm
I Dark Lotus I Rakurai Raiga~The sky was still dim as the village began to stir from its nights slumber. Fishermen, merchants and traders all gathered within the streets heading to their various destinations. From the current weather it looked as if the day was going to be fairly calm, possibly a light breeze here and there that had blown up from the sea. In alot of areas mist still hung to the underbrush surrounding the village. To those frail at mind this would seem a bit creepy; a village surrounded by mist. To these folk it was just another day not unlike any other.
Well, to say that this day was unlike any other would be incorrect. It was the start of another class full of Genin who would hopefully one day take up where the older generation was leaving off. Both mother and father were gathering their children; happy that the children didn't have to go through the same standards that many before them had. This village was known as the Mist village. Known for its many horrifically strong shinobi. Years ago a final ritual to gain their headband children would have to kill one another, but now it was different. One S-ranked criminal had alot to do with that, but no one had seen nor spoke of him in some time.
Off near the edge of the village an elderly man prodded a young boy looking to be that of around sixteen. The boy merely shoved off the mans walking stick, which in turn returned to knock him aside his head, "WHAT GRAMPS?! Seriously... That hurt....." The boy would say as he sat up with watering eyes; his right hand rubbing the now bruising area.
The elderly man raised his brow, "Call me gramps again and you'll have two or three of those knots. Don't think that just 'cause I'm not in my youth that I can't give you a wallopin'" With cane in the air to signify his dominance, the old man smiled, "Now get up and get ready. You'll be meeting your instructors today and starting off on your journey to greatness. See... most of the youngin' that are heading to the Academy don't have the experience that you already possess. Its forbidden to teach children outside of that there academy, but what are they going to do to an old man like me? Heh Heh, but keep it silent. You stay silent and just do as your told. You'll be great one day Rakurai! Now get to skippin' boy. Keep the Raiga name proud son."
As the elderly man continued his speech, Rakurai had already gathered a loaf of bread in which he'd eat later and a sack that seemed to hold a fluid which was most likely water. It was no hidden fact that he had been awaiting this day for a very long time. Ever since he'd been hunting in the forest and happened upon a raging battle between two shinobi. It was like something in the back of his mind had triggered and then he found himself.
Rakurai had never really been exceptional at anything during his younger years. Always last to be chosen when the neighborhood children would play games. His only over average quality was his bodily figure. From head to toe Rakurai was everything a male could want to be. Everything except his personality was desirable. There would be times that he'd black out and wake up several miles from the village. The first time "Gramps" had found him as a youth after a black out no one could understand how he'd gotten so far in such a short time at his age. Naturally it was thought to be a failed attempt at a child abduction, but several months later it happened again. This time a heart struck couple happened to see him appearing and disappearing at a fast rate away from the village. It was as if he was using a body flicker, but the boy was way too young to have chakra control. Gramps had shrugged it off as if it was nothing, but Rakurai was bothered by the fact that he couldn't control the black outs and didn't know what caused them.
"Hey! Watch where you are goin! You almost knocked me over!" said a fairly worn woman carrying a large vase.
Shaken slightly from his thoughts Rakurai realized that he'd been day dreaming while walking to the Academy, but there it lay. The door loomed only a mere fifteen foot ahead of him, yet it felt as if it was near one hundred yards away. A light throbbing began to erupt from his temple as he stared at the door which others were gathering and entering at, "Well... Here we go. This is where we leave it all behind and become more then just a villager."
The classroom was full of familiar faces, though none of them looked to him. It would seem that even though he was to live out his dream, Rakurai would be emersed with himself still, "pfft... I don't need them anyway."
A singular Jounin marched through the door, not unlike the familiar arrogant walk that most higher leveled shinobi seemed to have within the village. For the lot of work that they did, you would think they would be a bit more easy going, but that wasn't the case. Most of the villages warriors were unproven, yet thought highly of themselves merely due to their rank.
Slightly smirking, Damian flicked a minature ball of paper that he had been resizing as the instructor spoke into the back of another students head. The student jerked their head around in an attempt to find the would be attacker, but found only blank stares for interrupting the class.
"Such a weak bunch of oafs." He thought to himself as the lecture crept onward throughout the day. The instructors were as boring as the old man he lived with, yet he had sympathy for the old man. These instructors were something else. None of them were at all interesting and they were moving at a snails pace. He may not be a Jounin level student, but he was already much farther along then the others around him. Furrowing his brow, Rakurai sank his head into the desk, ".....get to the part where I can show off and be put in a higher class."~Quote: 1083 words Total:: 1083 words ((son of a b***h.... how bored where you?))
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Posted: Mon Jul 26, 2010 4:59 pm
Ex-Guild Mod 1. That isn't me being bored. THAT is a relatively small post compared to what I've done in the past. 2. Do not quote large posts to make comments on them. It clutters the guild up. Thank You, Damian
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Posted: Mon Jul 26, 2010 5:20 pm
Lunaria walked into the academy, where a dark red,tight fitting outfit,that consisted a shirt that had sleeves that flared half way down, and pants that flared half way down. She saw the list of jutsus should could learn,and decided to try henge no jutsu first. She took a deep breath.
"Ok deep breath,now clear my mind" She said and started to clear her mind of all floating thoughts" Good,now imagine what animal i want to transform into." She thought about it for a while" Hmm a bobcat,shouldn't be too hard" She said as she focused all her shakra on her body, took off her shoes, and imagined herself as a bobcat. When she did,she started to feel herself transform,but then the transformation stopped, and all that had transformed were her legs. She sighed as she reverted back" (1/3)
I wonder what did wrong?" She asked herself. "Maybe i didn't put enough shakra into the jutsu, ok let's try this again Henge no jutsu" She called out then her body started to transform again. First her legs grew longer and hair, and the nails on her toes grew talon like. The her abdomen grew longer,slimmer and hair as well. Then it stopped again " ok this time, i know what i did wrong my head needs to stay clear,until i have finished the jutsu.
She took a deep breath" ok let's try this again Henge no jutsu" She called out then her body started to transform again. First her legs grew longer and hair, and the nails on her toes grew talon like. The her abdomen grew longer,slimmer and hair as well. This time her upper body transformed as well. Her hair grew longer, everywhere both her lower and upper body stretched and grew slimmer.then she jumped on a table and looked in a mirror"wow this is what i call a henge no jutsu"She said as she slowly reverted back,and stretched.
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Posted: Thu Jul 29, 2010 8:25 am
Rakurai RaigaSparks ignited the edge of Rakurai’s shirt as a kunai clashed metal upon metal beside him. The instructor had taken mind to the students neglect to pay attention. Rakurai neither jumped nor acted to be surprised in any fashion. This wasn’t an act of defiance in and of itself, but merely how he reacted to physical confrontations. Never once in his sixteen years had the boy backed down from a fight; nor lost one for that matter. When he fought others, there was no skill involved; merely fists clashing in an all out slaughter until one or the other decided they had enough. There were times when the situation would seem to slow down in his mind and his reaction became faster than that of his opponent. A voice in the back of his head would scream out where to move and he’d listen. Call it intuition or not, but it always seemed to work in his favor. It was another reason he wished to become a ninja for his village; to see just how far he could go.
“What is with that blank stare on your face child? Do you think you can come into this classroom with no experience and ignore my teachings? It is a privilege that you are here and you should treat it as such. Lay your head down again in my classroom and I will send you home to your family to their dishonor.” Said the instructor who seemed to strum his fingers a lot as he spoke.
Clenching his fists beneath the table, Rakurai’s cheeks began to flush with color as it became known that everyone was staring directly at him. The instructor abruptly brought the attention of the class back upon himself though soon after and Rakurai used this to his advantage by lowering himself in his chair. The general area around him still stank of burnt wood and heated metal from the kunai that lay embedded behind him. Gradually he leaned back the chair legs and grasped the weapon with his index finger. At first it did not budge, but after three jerks it came loose and was pocketed for later use.
Another hour droned by as Rakurai lay in a semi awake yet dormant state of mind. Today’s lesson was very basic and he’d learned it from the books within Gramp’s hut; chakra use and consumption along with the proper ways to concentrate said energies. Old man Raiga had taught him many things that weren’t within the pages of that book, but needless to say Rakurai read every book that the elder possessed. Knowledge attracted his attention, but not when he already knew the material. Thus far, this class was just a waste of time, but soon he’d get the chance to graduate as the top student. Raiga had graduated at the top of his class so it would be a disgrace to not follow in his footsteps.
It was a moment or two before he’d realized that everyone was shuffling towards the door. The clock above the podium read noon, thus it must be lunch time. His fist grasped the satchel that held his meal as he beckoned the feet beneath him to push forth. A cool breeze caught his light silver hair as he leaned back into a large oak tree while biting down on the loaf of bread he’d pillaged from Gramp’s table. Several of the other students sat in groups discussing what all they had learned today, though he saw no need to be near any of them. They were just a hindrance to his plans. This thought, however, was drowned as Rakurai drifted off into a low key slumber....
Somewhere within the depths of his mind a darkness awakened with Rakurai in his nocturnal state. Damian took his chance to leave the body momentarily and visit his other half which was still in the Afterlife. It would seem that he was torn into two pieces of a soul in the process of trying to take over Rakurai's body nearly 16 years ago.
Damian's persona trading places with his soul that is still in the afterlife... A loud crack of lightning partitioned a space no bigger then an average man, through this crack a body was thrown forth, landing with a skid upon the rough turf that was the afterlife. For a moment, it seemed as if the body was just random garbage being thrown about, however it moved slowly, gradually shaking itself. Sighing slightly, it stood. Looking around, he smiled, he was back in his original form, back when he was called Matsumura. Back then, he had been the Mizukage and the most feared man alive. There were no hyuuga eyes about him though, it was merely his form. A slight chuckle echoed out through the distance, then silence became the place once more, "..... What was it that the woman had told me?" He pressed a solitary finger to his temple, trying to force the memory back within his clouded head, "Gah.... I can't remember.... Maybe if I walk for a while, this clouded feeling will release and I will be able to remember." With yet another sigh he set off, walking slowly, if you could call moving disembodied about a starry plain walking. Gradually, the turf changed as did the overall mood of his surroundings. He'd been in this place so long, yet he hadn't been here at the same time. Now that his whole form was within this place, instead of just half, how could he keep it? Would his whole form go back with him when he decided upon going back? Could he go back in the way he planned? Surely if he could open a portal on the other side, he could do it from here. Did his chakra work here? So many questions diced their way within his mind as he continued his disembodied walk, staring off into the abyss which lingered out of sight in each direction. It was a while, before he began noticing others. None looked at him, for none seemed to have hope of leaving. All had given up, he could feel it. He could feel their helpless endeavors, and it almost made him feel sorry. This wasn't the life for him though, there were too many things that needed to be done within his life, "What was it that the lady told me to do?" Parts of the conversation came back, small pieces. Each fragment, something about a hokage, though he couldn't remember which. Sighing, he continued to think, walking onward, passing more of the helpless souls, though some seemed to be fighting others, quite weird that they would do so even after death. Once again the turf changed, as if it was merely changing at the whim of some unruly god whom couldn't figure out how to work his temperature switch. If he truly had a body, this environment would have made him quite uncomfortable, given the fact that it was all snow. How could one have an environment of snow, if this was a afterlife? So many questions about this alternate dimension, yet none which he could answer while he was here. Whenever he got back.... If he got back, he would have to put much thought into what the exact purpose of this place was. Did all whom died go to this place, or was it just those certain ones whom deserved to live again, should they find a way out? It seemed that the only thing he was truly made of in this place was emotions, something that couldn't be touched. Was this form in which he stood his soul? His personality? Why did he have to die from a simple technique such as separating the body from its demon. Or was it the demon that was separated from his body? Were they two the same, or was there a difference? He'd lived with the demon within him for so long that it had almost became like an extra limb to his form. Sighing, he continued onward, curious as to if he would figure out what his purpose within this place might be. Surely a day must have passed by now within the real world, or maybe the afterlife had no real time. Maybe ten million years could pass within this place, yet when you came back you hadn't missed but three seconds. Damians clouded head began to pulse, showing light upon what his task had been. He'd been told to meet the Hokage to learn something, though he couldn't remember what, nor which Hokage he was supposed to meet. Where would a person find a Hokage within this seemingly infinite reality anyways? Could he merely summon such a entity, which would be eternally slumbering within the depths of this place? Slowing his pace, Damian stared upward at a mountain that he'd come upon without really noticing, "..... Maybe my thoughts brought me to the person whom I seek? Either way.... I must journey through or past this to get onward.... Might as well go up...." Shrugging, he started upward, not really climbing, though not really floating his way to the top. It was truly a different feeling when you didn't have a body which could be harmed doing such a thing. The climb wasn't altogether extremely difficult, although at the same time it was. It was as if, emotionally he was growing tired, though he had no body to have fatigue. It was most likely his overbearing fights that had been accomplished shortly before his death that did him such wrongful energies. How long ago was it that he fought those battles? It seemed like an eternity. Was the world outside of here still there? What if when he decided to return, a century had passed? Surely by then shinobi would be far more powerful then now, having had such a long time to perfect their skills. Sighing, he reached a rather lengthy plain which was at the top of the mountain. Had it taken him days to climb this high? Up in the clouds above the ground which wasn't really ground at all. What was it? Was it merely his mind playing tricks on his soul? How could he have a mind if he didn't have a brain? Did thoughts have their own soul? Did the soul have its own thoughts? This place was becoming more confusing then he would like, though there wasn't truly anything he could do at the moment to stop the likes of everything happening. In the distance, he could see a figure, though he couldn't figure out just whom the figure was. There was no distinct outline to him, yet for some reason, Damian knew he had to speak to him. Stepping forward, Damian towered over the man, staring down at him, "Who.... Who are you?" The man merely glanced upward, having a striking resemblance to a shinobi he'd known in the alternate reality to here. "Some call me Yondaime, others used to call me by the fourth Hokage. Whom might you be?" Damian's eyes flickered silently as he remembered the task at which he'd been assigned to do. Smirking, he continued to tower over the man, although the man didn't seem to be altogether offended by the gesture, "I'm called by many names. At one time I was called Matsumura, Mizukage. Now I'm known as Damian, Sannin. So... take your choice." The hokage merely gestured haughtily as he stood, "I'm getting the vibe that you aren't fully here within our dimension. So... I'm also guessing that you are needing something from here to return to your full form? After being here so long, you eventually are able to interpret the emotions of others into thoughts. Thats what this place is, one big emotional thought compiled by billions of shinobi." Damian nodded, staring at the hokage, "Yes.... I do need something. I need to seal off this child who is occupying my body. I need to learn the Demonic Soul Seal again due to a minor infliction that caused me to lose all of my ability.... I've got a plan in which to seal him off so that I may return to my full glory." Damian knew this was a bit over exaggerated and wondered if the hokage could notice. With no speech from that point on, the hokage began showing Damian the concepts of the technique, showing how it was preformed and how it was set up. It seemed as if they spoke for an eternity before the hokage turned away, walking off into the distance. This confused Damian highly, though he knew now how to complete the task. It wouldn't be too hard, though now he was quite tired. He would have just enough left within him to complete one more task to get himself back into his reality. Sighing, he pressed his emotional hands together, creating the symbols that opened up the portal within his other dimension. The same happened here, though it was a sucking sensation, pulling his body through the vortex. Frowning, he closed the portal as he flew through, knowing that soon he would be back within the confines of the sixteen year old Rakurai. Another bolt of lightning passed through the area as another soul found its way through the barriers of life and death.
Quote: 2211 Words Total: 1083+2211=3294 Words Pending Total: 31900+3294=35194 Words
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Posted: Fri Jul 30, 2010 12:02 pm
Rakurai Raiga A light breeze poured across the yard waking Rakurai from his slumber. Such an odd dream that he'd delved into. This one had seemed so real, but that was a dellusional thought that should be kept to himself. Most of the time when he slept he dreamt of that same person, yet this time it was as if he was the person. It was rather difficult to comprehend let alone tell anyone, thus he hadn't spoke of it to anyone else. Most of the children had drifted back into the classroom, though some still clung to the outdoors as their break reached its end. An appearance of the instructor at the door signaled the end of lunch and the end of Rakurai's freedom from the ever so boring classroom that he'd longed so desperately to attend. This time, however, the classroom was set up in a different arrangement. The tables and chairs had all been moved up against the wall in a semi-disorderly fashion. There were numbered circles on the floor four feet away from eachother in every direction where the tables had been prior. Rakurai hadn't noticed these before and pondered if they'd been placed there over his stay outside.
These thoughts were cut abruptly short as the instructor brought attention to himself, "Alright, what we are about to do is basically see where each of you are at your raw talent. I'm going to preform each of the graduation requirements and you are going to..... attempt.... to duplicate them. Keep in mind that I do not expect anyone to be able to preform anything of what I shall show you, so do not be nervous. I assure you that everyone will most likely fail. This is afterall your first day." As the last three words passed between his placid lips the jounin garbed shinobi set his hands together in an arrangement of hand seals that were followed by a puff of smoke. A window within the classroom had been left ajar as well as the door; which in turn assisted in the removal of the makeshift smoke that had filled the room.
Rakurai merely smirked as he watched each hand seal preformed knowing full well what technique the instructor had used. Henge no jutsu; the ability to transform oneself into something else as to assist in covert-like situations. The instructor himself had taken it upon himself to transform into a broom that now lay against the desk. several of the student's jaws lay slack, though some looked a bit frightened that their instructor had just vanished. The silence was only short lived as a light popping noise signaled the retransformation back into himself.
"Alright students, That is known as Henge no Jutsu. Do I have any volunteers who would like to step forth and try to duplicate what I just accomplished?" said the instructor in an almost arrogant tone. Only one hand within the crowd lifted.
Breathing in, Rakurai cleared his mind; centering his mind upon proper chakra balance and movement. His fingers molded together in several fluid movements that had been practiced many times before behind Gramp's old hut. The movements were followed by another cloud of smoke much to everyones surprise. The instructor himself stood back aghast as he stared a duplicate of himself down. Shrugging, Rakurai released the technique and sat down cross legged upon the floor.
"Was that satisfactory enough?" said Rakurai in a tone similar to the arrogance the Jounin instructor had let float earlier.Uncashed Words 577 Words minus 300 for learning Henge no Jutsu Total: 3294+577-300=3571 Pending Total: 31900+3571=35471 Words
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