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Homicidal Love rolled 1 20-sided dice:
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Total: 12 (1-20)
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 Posted: Fri Oct 19, 2012 8:33 am
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12 + 0 = 12 = 2 Points
This time around, instead of fighting things, the girl decided to accept her exhaustion. Instead of trying to stifle herself, the young girl let out a long, open mouthed yawn; but she did place the back of her hand against her lips to cover the gaping hole as she had been taught to do. Slowly and gently, the child rose onto the tips of her toes as her free hand stretched over her head, allowing the muscles in her shoulder and back to extend and lengthen. Once she was done with her yawn and no longer concerned about being polite her other hand laced fingers with its counterpart.
The stretching felt good on the girl’s sore muscles, so she decided to extend the routine. Lowering her hands, Amaya’s head leaned to the right as her left arm dropped to her side and the palm of her right hand rested against her ear, helping press down on the head and stretch out her neck. After holding that for a few seconds, the black haired child evened out the other side. Next, the girl folded herself in half, pushing her head as close to her knees as it would go, and held herself there to stretch her spine and the muscles that ran along it as well as the backs of her legs.
Her little routine only took a few minutes, but it helped the child feel better all around and more focused. The muscles all throughout her body were looser and she didn’t notice the tension or the gentle ache in muscles that hadn’t been trained…ever. These slow, conscious movements also helped wake up her mind. As if on cue, the cat sitting on the crates decided to stretch and curl up into a ball of contentment. Blast the taunting little creature. No, it was too cute to be sending curses towards. Instead, Amaya would simply envy the felines ability to sleep whenever and wherever it wanted to. Then again, that was also the curse of being a stray.
Tilting her head from side to side one last time, the black haired Academy student took out her next senbon. Her eyes traced down the smooth, sleek line of the metal. She wanted to take in every detail, but she knew that no matter how many times she started on the object or for how long she held her gaze the perfection would always slip past her grasp. Though, that wasn’t going to keep her from trying. A gentle smirk lifted an edge of the child’s smile as she drew the weapon back before releasing it to travel the distance between her and her opponent. There was that characteristic thudding noise that quietly, thickly resonate with each strike against the dummy that made the child content in her work.
Target Practice
Description: Yukio has asked Amaya to go out behind the forge and test out the ten new senbon that he made that day on the wooden dummy; plus, he knows that she needs the training more than anyone else in the house.
1 - 5 = Miss
6 - 10 = Just hit (1 point)
11 - 15 = Stomach (2 points)
16 - 19 = Head (3 points)
20+ = Heart (5 points)
Senbon: 8/10
Formula: 1d20 + Ranged Weapon (Senbon) (+0)
Attempts: 12
Failed DCs: 0
Train: 25/31 points
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Homicidal Love rolled 1 20-sided dice:
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Total: 5 (1-20)
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Posted: Fri Oct 19, 2012 9:54 pm
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As of so far, the young girl was completely content with her attempts. Sure, they weren’t perfect and they weren’t really impressive by anyone’s standards, but she understood where she was starting from. She was the first one in her family to pursue the life of the shinobi. This meant that there was no one in the house to assist her or to teach her. Also, because of this she had no training before the Academy. Since she was the oldest of the children, there was no one there who would just watch and encourage her. Amaya didn’t expect her parents to watch her train; Sada had four boys to watch after and Yukio had a household to provide for, both tasks were incredibly exhausting to say the very least.
It was for the best that her brothers weren’t around to witness her training. Since they were only toddlers they would most certainly get in the way. Plus, Amaya was dealing with sharpened weapons. For the same reasons that the boys weren’t allowed in the forge they should not be allowed near their sister’s training. It was fairly simple reasoning. However, in a few years in any of them showed interest in becoming a shinobi, Amaya would happily demonstrate her, hopefully impressive, abilities and she would be more than happy to sit and speak honestly about the lifestyle. By then she should have a very clear idea.
However, that was assuming that at least one of them wouldn’t grow to resent her unavoidable absences in the home. Amaya hoped that she would be able to maintain those relationships with her brothers while she was away, but there really was no telling. Then, to top it off, that would also imply that one of them would find interest in shinobi on their own. Unlike many children who were raised with the expectation of becoming shinobi, the children of the Keiji household were not given fake weapons to play with. They didn’t have a member of the family to look up to in the field, so it was a wonder as to how the eldest daughter had found her way to the Academy.
The black haired girl smiled, looking up to the windows on the second story. From where she was, she could see Mitsu and Kaemon’s windows as well as her parent’s. Amaya’s room had been moved to the very back corner with the arrival of the boys. She didn’t mind, it kept her out of the way and it placed her mother closer to her, at the time, infants. Plus, her room was bigger than it had been.
Shining black eyes followed the line of the blue metal roof to the point the it melded with the evening sky and then drew a line straight down to the wooden dummy that so patiently stood there and awaited her next attack. Maybe it wasn’t really an adversary. Amaya smiled at her silliness as she took out her next senbon. This was the one that was weighted improperly. The child had just barely made it stick last time, and she was fairly certain that was luck more than anything. This one wouldn’t fly like the others, so it was difficult to figure out the trajectory. However, not one to back down from the challenge, the girl threw the needle through the air and watched as it stuck itself in the fence behind the dummy instead of in her target. Whoops. At least it hadn’t managed its way through and onto the street.
Target Practice
Description: Yukio has asked Amaya to go out behind the forge and test out the ten new senbon that he made that day on the wooden dummy; plus, he knows that she needs the training more than anyone else in the house.
1 - 5 = Miss
6 - 10 = Just hit (1 point)
11 - 15 = Stomach (2 points)
16 - 19 = Head (3 points)
20+ = Heart (5 points)
Senbon: 7/10
Formula: 1d20 + Ranged Weapon (Senbon) (+0)
Attempts: 13
Failed DCs: 1
Train: 25/31 points
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Homicidal Love rolled 1 20-sided dice:
5
Total: 5 (1-20)
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Posted: Sat Oct 20, 2012 7:18 am
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5 + 0 = 5 = 0 Points
Well, missing the dummy entirely wasn’t doing anything positive for her training, that much was for certain. After all, target practice had a very specific objective to it: hit the target. However, it did pose a new and interesting challenge. Mind you this never would have crossed the child’s mind had she not been as tired as she was. Unfortunately, Amaya was at that point where she was easily distracted and easily amused by her own folly. So, this time, instead of trying to hit the dummy like she was supposed to, the girl decided to chase her last senbon with the next one. That seemed like a logical train of thought, right?
No, it really didn’t, but it seemed amusing enough for the time being. So, with a slight giggle, the child threw her next senbon almost as soon as it was in her grasp. She hardly got her hand out of her leg pouch before letting the weapon fly! To her surprise, the needle stuck fast in the fence about an inch and a half away from its counterpart. A smile spread on her lips as she looked on, even though that didn’t count towards her training. There was also that inherent risk that her father would make her replace and repair the boards of the fence if she put too many little needle holes in them. At least she wasn’t jamming kunai through them or slashing them with shuriken. On second thought, Amaya simply didn’t want to repair the fence because of her need for amusement, so she needed to reel it in.
Sighing, the child took a small step over to the cat and dragged her fingernails along its spine. There was a purr as the feling picked up its head and perked its ears forward. However, it remained curled up in a ball since the girl walked back over to her spot immediately afterwards. Amaya looked back up at the sky with her signature smile painted on her face. She was such a lucky kid and she was thankful for that, but right now she was taking advantage of that privileged nature. No, she needed to focus up, get her work done, and make sure everything was ready for the next day so that she could at least make some sort of contribution to the family that day. Sure, she had played with the boys that evening and nursed the bump on Hiroshi’s head, but that was nothing at all in the grand scheme of the house function.
Target Practice
Description: Yukio has asked Amaya to go out behind the forge and test out the ten new senbon that he made that day on the wooden dummy; plus, he knows that she needs the training more than anyone else in the house.
1 - 5 = Miss
6 - 10 = Just hit (1 point)
11 - 15 = Stomach (2 points)
16 - 19 = Head (3 points)
20+ = Heart (5 points)
Senbon: 6/10
Formula: 1d20 + Ranged Weapon (Senbon) (+0)
Attempts: 14
Failed DCs: 2
Train: 25/31 points
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Homicidal Love rolled 1 20-sided dice:
20
Total: 20 (1-20)
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Posted: Sat Oct 20, 2012 11:47 pm
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Amaya unbutton the flap on her leg pouch to reveal the six remaining senbon. She had tested each and every one of them once and the four that had found their way to the other side of the alleyway twice. However, the first run at been for her father’s sake and for testing out the quality of the weapons he had made. Being the clever man he was, Yukio had placed a senbon that had been improperly weighted in the bunch to make sure that the young girl was paying attention. At least, Amaya assumed that was the case. That particular one rest lodged in the face of the fence alongside the one that she had intentionally put there. To pass this little test she would have to present that one to her father as defective. That thought made the child pray that he had put it in there on purpose; Yukio rarely, if ever, made mistakes during his forging.
While her tests may have been completed, the black haired Keiji was not happy about the two senbon resting in the face of the fence. This was a training exercise for her and she had been ditzing around just tossing those ones willy nilly. That just wasn’t alright. What if she had done that while training with Akeru? No, that never would have happened. Amaya had to teach herself to be as disciplined working alone as she was when she was supervised. Sure, she was a kid, but she was now a shinobi in training. She had learned to be responsible with the arrival of her brothers, but now it was time to let that bleed over to other aspects of her life.
Taking in a deep, slow breath, the child focused on her target. Surely and steadily the young girl drew forth her next sharpened needle. She loved the feeling of the metal against her flesh when she handled the senbon. There was a strength and frailty that the kunai and shuriken both lacked in comparison. Her movement was quick: as Amaya released her breath she allowed her hand to come forward and cast the throwing needle towards her adversary. Friend? She couldn’t decide whether the dummy was her ally or her enemy; either way he was getting stuck with needles. There was that characteristic sound of the metal sinking deep into the wood and, this time, the girl’s smile curled further upwards as she watched the senbon sink into the heart of the wooden target. It was a hit to be proud of and it also showed that Amaya could make some great hits when she had the focus to do so. Alright, she just had to hit the dummy one more time to make up for intentionally missing and she would call the training at that for the evening. After all, it looked like the forge floor needed to be evened out and that could take some time. The young Keiji did want to sleep that evening, after all.
Target Practice
Description: Yukio has asked Amaya to go out behind the forge and test out the ten new senbon that he made that day on the wooden dummy; plus, he knows that she needs the training more than anyone else in the house.
1 - 5 = Miss
6 - 10 = Just hit (1 point)
11 - 15 = Stomach (2 points)
16 - 19 = Head (3 points)
20+ = Heart (5 points)
Senbon: 5/10
Formula: 1d20 + Ranged Weapon (Senbon) (+0)
Attempts: 15
Failed DCs: 2
Train: 30/31 points
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Homicidal Love rolled 1 20-sided dice:
3
Total: 3 (1-20)
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Posted: Sun Oct 21, 2012 9:19 am
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The child was content with her strike to the heart and had it not been for her fooling around earlier she would have been content leaving well enough alone, but she had intentionally missed the dummy with one of the senbon and that just wasn’t alright. It was a learning experience that she was going to have to muddle through, but it was also going to do her a lot of good. Not only would it better her abilities with the senbon in general, but this was also going to better her as a shinobi. If Amaya could teach herself to rely on only herself then she would not only be completely self sufficient, but she would also be one of the most reliable people to ever step foot into the shinobi world. That was always odd to think about. Even though they shared a planet, the realm of the shinobi and the everyday of the civilian were completely separate from one another. It was like two different species existed. The Civilians were the original inhabitants of the world. Shinobi were the powered up offspring. Then there were the shape shifters like Amaya. By day she was a member of the shinobi family, and she thought that she blended into that culture pretty well given the circumstances, whereas by night she was a member of the civilian sector and she knew that she blended into that one perfectly.
It seemed that the life of the shinobi was all about balance. The lifestyle in and of itself was fast moving and intense, at least at the beginning and especially so during war time. It seemed that everything was getting thrown at the students to force them through the Academy as quickly as possible because they needed the people. However, that was something, a risk of sorts, that the children took on as soon as they walked into the Academy and if they were unaware of such obligations then it was their own fault. It was impossible to miss what was happening around them; at least that is how Amaya looked at it.
Determined to keep chugging through her training, Amaya raised her next senbon. The black haired Keiji brought her arm forward with force and – ACHOO! As the girl brought her arm through she was suddenly assaulted with a violent sneeze. This, naturally, had no positive benefits on the flight path of the senbon. The surprisingly powerful sneeze had forced her entire upper body to fold slightly, which had brought her arm and shoulder down much farther than she had originally intended. This caused the flying needle to sink into the dirt about eight inches in front of the dummy’s feet…base. It was official; the wooden target was her enemy because it now appeared to be laughing at her failure.
Target Practice
Description: Yukio has asked Amaya to go out behind the forge and test out the ten new senbon that he made that day on the wooden dummy; plus, he knows that she needs the training more than anyone else in the house.
1 - 5 = Miss
6 - 10 = Just hit (1 point)
11 - 15 = Stomach (2 points)
16 - 19 = Head (3 points)
20+ = Heart (5 points)
Senbon: 4/10
Formula: 1d20 + Ranged Weapon (Senbon) (+0)
Attempts: 16
Failed DCs: 3
Train: 30/31 points
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Homicidal Love rolled 1 20-sided dice:
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Total: 8 (1-20)
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Posted: Sun Oct 21, 2012 9:59 am
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Alright, now the child was frustrated. Pulling the next in her line of senbon from the pouch on her leg, the child let it fly, hoping that it would strike out of frustration. Sure, there was nothing that could be done to prevent a sneeze, but why couldn’t it have presented itself before she had begun her motion so that she wouldn’t waste that throw. Oh well, the same thing would happen in battle, so she just had to be patient with this exercise. The needle sunk into what would have been the knee of her adversary. At least a strike like that would smart a considerable amount. Plus, if it hit the right stuff on the inside then it would also create a slight handicap. That was something the girl would need to do: Amaya needed to go to the library and look up where she should be aiming for to cause the most damage with a senbon; that would be highly useful information.
With a slight hop to her step, the child strode back down to the end of the alley to collect the senbon that she had sent there. She made sure to dislodge the ones from the fence and once again she found herself glad that she hadn’t been practicing with kunai or shuriken. They would have left much larger marks than the little senbon did. Much like she had before, the child pushed the crate up to the dummy to collect the senbon that were out of her reach. However, when she finished this time she pushed the crate up against the outside wall of the forge like it had been before she got her hands on it. Taking one last look around the alley to make sure that she had collected everything, Amaya smiled. Thank goodness she had gotten through this.
As her last little humanitarian act for the night, the black Haired Keiji girl filled the cat food one more time so that her little companion would be fed in the morning too so long as another cat didn’t get a hold of it first. Then the girl walked back inside; the forge still notably warmer than the outside air.
Walking as quietly up the stairs as she could, the child slipped back into the house, glad that she hadn’t had to deal with any of the Konoha police about her being out of the home past curfew. Blasted war time curfews. Then again, Amaya didn’t remember a time that she had been allowed to stay out past dark, so it really didn’t impact her.
Amaya entered the home in the living room, where the top of the stairs was located. She slipped her shoes off before padding across the floor to her father, who was relaxing in a chair with a book in his lap. Well, relaxing wasn’t the right word for it. His head was resting in his hand because he had dozed off waiting for the girl. However, hearing the door close, the man righted himself and stretched his arms over his head; placing a marker in his book so that he could continue later.
With a slight hop to her step, Amaya quickly crossed the floor to her father, standing in front of him. ”The senbon flew wonderfully, father, but this one is weighted a bit differently.” She held out the defective weapon, which he gladly accepted with a chuckle. It was obvious that he had put it in there on purpose, but the girl would never actually point that out.
”Very good, Amaya. I’m glad to hear that it went well.” Little did the man know that there had been a couple of little incidences along the way. Then, the man lifted a senbon off of the low table next to him. It was obvious that he had planned it all. ”I think this one will be a suitable replacement for the faulty one.” With that he placed it in the palm of his daughter’s hand. She was growing up too fast for his liking. ”Think of those as a congratulation present for your first day at the Academy.” At that, the man placed his hand on the girl’s head while standing, fully intending to go to sleep immediately if not sooner.
Target Practice
Description: Yukio has asked Amaya to go out behind the forge and test out the ten new senbon that he made that day on the wooden dummy; plus, he knows that she needs the training more than anyone else in the house.
1 - 5 = Miss
6 - 10 = Just hit (1 point)
11 - 15 = Stomach (2 points)
16 - 19 = Head (3 points)
20+ = Heart (5 points)
Senbon: 3/10
Formula: 1d20 + Ranged Weapon (Senbon) (+0)
Attempts: 17
Failed DCs: 3
Train: 31/31 points
[+10 Senbon to Amaya]
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Homicidal Love rolled 1 20-sided dice:
11
Total: 11 (1-20)
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Posted: Sat Oct 27, 2012 10:18 am
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Amaya looked down at the ten senbon with a smile. These were now her own and she was officially beginning to build her arsenal. Sure, it may have been insignificant in the great scheme of things, but it was a point of progress for the young girl that made her proud of her work and her few accomplishments that day. She had moved forward splendidly and she just hoped that she would be able to make her parents proud in enrolling her on their daughter’s wishes. She would make sure to become of the best of her field in order to create that image in her mind. It was going to happen one way or another.
Placing the throwing needles in the pouch lashed to her leg, the child looked up at her father with a smile. He really was a wonderful man and he treated each member of the family with love. Amaya had good reason to look up to him in much more than a physical sense. ”Otosama, do you have more work for me to do this evening?” There was always an anxious hint to Amaya’s voice when she addressed her father, but she also hung on every word he said. While the black haired girl applauded her mother for all of her accomplishments and for her general disposition, it was her father that she truly wanted to resemble. He was such a kind and loving individual, but he was also strong and in control of his life. It gave the entire household an irreplaceable stability that Amaya came to value and crave.
Yukio couldn’t help but smile at his eldest child. She truly was a unique individual; not quite like the other kids her age. While it gave him an odd sort of respect for her, it also raised concerns. Would she ever be able to connect with people outside of the family in a friendly manner or would it be all formally based relationships? He didn’t mind her introversion, that meant that she would be selective about her company and he loved that fact. However, there was also the possibility that she would bury herself for far within her shyness that she would never develop into the radiant young lady that she was in the home, in her comfort zone. However, that was something that he couldn’t, wouldn’t, force on her. The last thing he wanted to do was drive a wedge between him and that little angel that seemingly stumbled into his life.
Seeing the eagerness in his daughter’s eyes, he couldn’t help but widen his toothy smile and place a hand lovingly on top of her head. She was just so energetic and full of life! He would have to blame her for making him miss his more youthful days. ”No, Amaya, I don’t believe I have any chores for you this evening. How about you do some training in here with me so that I can watch while I read.” At that the man playfully ruffled her hair before picking his book up and continuing on with his self entertainment.
The child smiled and tried to duck away as her father started messing her hair. It was one of those gestures that was annoying because it changed one’s appearance, but it was also something that you couldn’t be mad about because it was a loving gesture. With her father back in his book, Amaya walked over to a floor cushion that she was particularly fond of; it was more or less hers thanks to continued used. Folding her legs up as she sat, the child tucked into a seemingly meditative pose. Folding her hands into the tiger seal, the young girl settled on her chakra molding exercise that she had done earlier that day. She enjoyed how much it made her focus on the sources and the flow of this internal energy that she was still learning about. It was incredible what it could do, but she needed some practice first. After all, how was she supposed to perform jutsu if she didn’t have this down perfectly?
Breathing slowly and in a controlled manner, the girl turned her attention inward even though her father’s eyes had drifted over to her with a bit of curiosity. He had no familiarity with the practices of the shinobi, so all of this was a foreign art to him too. Amaya felt the energy swirling around in her core and she focused on bringing it together and pushing it where she wanted it to go. It was a slow process, but it was steady and the black haired child felt a bit more comfort in manipulating the daunting power.
Molding Chakra
Description: Since it seems that Yukio doesn’t have anything else planned for Amaya tonight it is time to focus on her chakra training; since it is so important to her learning.
DC: 12
CP: -1 per post
Formula: 1d20 + Chakra Mod (+2)
Attempts: 1
Failed DCs: 0
Train: 1/10
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Total: 6 (1-20)
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Amaya felt good about her training. She was comfortable here she was and it was a familiar environment, so it was far less likely that she would become distracted. Or at least she could hope. If her mother woke up then she would come out to start talking with her father, which would be impossible to ignore. Then there was the matter of if her brothers woke up. If one did then the others would and it would be a screaming nightmare that Amaya would have to assist in remedying. She didn’t mind helping out with her brothers, but she had training that she wanted to focus on and she did want to sleep sometime that night. Then again, her last bit of training and the warm night breeze had done a decent job of waking her from that drifting desire to slip away into slumber. No, now she was going to be awake for a while longer thanks to that but at least it was giving her more opportunity to train. However, something was bound to get in the way.
Peering over the side of his book, Yukio couldn’t help but be curious about the strange posture that his daughter had adopted. It was just bizarre. He could tell that she was focusing on something, but what was the question. Unable to stave off the curiosity, the man closed his book and set it on his lap. ”Amaya, what exactly are you doing, my child?” Hopefully she wouldn’t be upset about the interruption, she wasn’t one to get upset, but this was new territory that needed to be explored.
The black haired child was in the midst of tugging and pulling at her energy when she heard her father’s voice. On instinct, she let loose of her task and turned her attention to the man in his chair. She didn’t really think of it as a failure since she had an obligation to reply to her father upon direction since she was his daughter; his highly dutiful one at that. Amaya smiled at him before going into a short explanation of chakra and how she was practicing controlling and manipulating it so that she could use it to perform jutsu in the future. Yukio slowly nodded his head through the little lesson as he listened intently. At the end of his daughter’s lecture, he simply gave a final affirmative nod before returning to his reading. Amaya took that as her leave to continue on with her training. So, she folded herself up so that she was comfortable again, puller her head forward, and closed her eyes. The child could feel the energy moving around inside of her and it made her smile with a sort of satisfaction. It was nice knowing that she had this untapped power, potential, within her. It gave her a sense of importance in a world where she was more or less at the bottom of the totem pole, the pyramid, the pecking order; there were a number of lists where she bottomed out. At least, in her mind she was the bottom of these different structures. However, that also meant that the top was counting on her to be strong and hold everyone above her up where they were supposed to be. That had to be a sort of importance in and of itself.
Molding Chakra
Description: Since it seems that Yukio doesn’t have anything else planned for Amaya tonight it is time to focus on her chakra training; since it is so important to her learning.
DC: 12
CP: -1 per post
Formula: 1d20 + Chakra Mod (+2)
Attempts: 2
Failed DCs: 1
Train: 1/10
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Total: 13 (1-20)
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With her father contently pulled back into his reading, Amaya was now able to focus on her training once again. It was nice getting to train at home and without the pressure of other people who knew what they were doing around her. Then there was the inherent sense of competition as they had moved through the day because being the first one to finish meant you were the most competent of the group. Then again, it was entirely possible that the Keiji was the only one who felt that way. After all, there were many of the students who didn’t seem to care about lagging behind the group and were actually quite content to do so. Though Amaya couldn’t imagine it, she supposed that there was nothing wrong with the approach so long as it worked out for the individual. However, for Amaya it was competition that made her thrive. Her parents didn’t know how it happened or where it came from, but if there was someone to become better than then the child suddenly turned into a shooting star and blasted forward while lighting her way. It was an incredible thing to watch if not a bit unnerving. After all, she was usually this timid, quiet little thing. However, her competitiveness wasn’t vocal or necessarily overt; it was simply present in her actions and in her focus. Yukio figured it had something to do with being the big sister. If she was better than everyone around her then she would be able to protect her brothers and her family. Her father was the only one in their family who had noticed that about the child. She was incredibly protective of her family, her brothers especially. Then again, this protective nature wasn’t very noticeable. It was especially odd for Yukio to pick up on it since he was an only child. Perhaps that meant that he had seen it so many times that he knew what to look for.
Regardless of the reason, the child continued on with her relaxed training. Her breathing was silent but steady in its meditative pattern. Amaya cleared her mind as she focused on drawing in chakra and forming it as she pleased. This was vital to her success as a shinobi. She was going to be able to perform under pressure and to never let her teammates down; no matter whom they were. Amaya was going to be there to tend to them and to protect them. Even if she wasn’t the front runner for the team she was going to be the ultimate back up. No matter what, she was going to be there to catch her team if they stumbled or fell. That was going to be her little self assignment. However, in order to get to that point to she had to finish this accursed training. No, it wasn’t accursed, she actually enjoyed it a great deal. It was just a little time consuming and she was tired. However, she wouldn’t have the time to train on a mission and she was about to dedicate all of her time to the village, so this was just a little preparation for those days. Those were the times that the girl was working towards and that little buuble of excitement rose in her.
With that bubble was a rush of excitement and energy, surging her chakra to her core where she was focusing it. She loved the tingling that happened along her skin when she moved her chakra willingly. In that one day alone she had developed leaps and bounds; before she hadn’t even been consciously aware of its presence. However, after just one day at working at the Academy she had learned how to bend and direct it according to her will. Then she had applied it to something outside of her body and been able to cast justsu in this manner. It was incredible. With those thoughts and with the power building in her core, Amaya’s lips curled ever more into that smile of contentment that set itself apart from her default smile. Content with her attempt and its success, Amaya allowed the chakra to resume its natural course as she felt that rush of energy leave her body. It was amazing just how much this training could take out of a person; but she was far stronger than she was that morning, so it wouldn’t be the same scenario as it had while learning at the Academy. She wouldn’t have to stop constantly to keep herself from passing out. No, stronger with each and every day; that was her goal at this point.
Molding Chakra
Description: Since it seems that Yukio doesn’t have anything else planned for Amaya tonight it is time to focus on her chakra training; since it is so important to her learning.
DC: 12
CP: -1 per post
Formula: 1d20 + Chakra Mod (+2)
Attempts: 3
Failed DCs: 1
Train: 2/10
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Homicidal Love rolled 1 20-sided dice:
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Total: 12 (1-20)
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Posted: Sat Nov 03, 2012 11:30 am
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12 + 2 = 14 Success
Though her training was slow and tedious, as it had been all day, the progress was steady and that was all that mattered at that point in time. That had been what kept her focused during the day at the Academy. Even though the training was tedious and slow, especially since it was new, it was the steady progress that kept Amaya’s mind where it was supposed to be. Plus, with how green she was, her progress was also more greatly highlighted since she was starting from nothingness. It was a good place for her to be and it was steadily raising her confidence in herself. Becoming a shinobi, thus far, was a positive step in the progression of the child’s life.
However, in order to keep that progression going, the black haired Keiji girl needed to maintain her focus on the task at hand. There were few to no distractions in the house. Sada wasn’t bustling about the kitchen, knocking pots and pans together in a flurry of feast. Yukio wasn’t pounding away at various pieces of metal down in the forge; that sound always carried up to the main house. There was no screaming, screeching, giggling, laughing, or crying coming from any of the four toddler boys who inhabited the home. Instead, there was the slightest sound of unsynchronized breathing coming from down the hall where the boys resided in solitude. That slight rush of audible wind escaping the lungs was a sort of comfort to the girl since it meant that she could “keep an eye” on her brothers without being physically present. Sure, she wasn’t able to distinguish one set of lungs from the other, but that quiet symphony meant life.
With the same curl of a smile on her lips, Amaya drew her chakra back into the center of her being; willing it to form into one mass at her core. There was the familiar tingle as goose bumps raised along her alabaster flesh. While that feeling had been strange and foreign just that very morning, it was now exciting and welcome to the girl. It was something that she had a desire to understand and to become familiar with. As the energy built up, she felt it pressing against that boundary that she had set for it. So, with that same rush of energy leaving her body, the child released the chakra to flow through the entirety of her body once more; as she did each and every attempt.
Molding Chakra
Description: Since it seems that Yukio doesn’t have anything else planned for Amaya tonight it is time to focus on her chakra training; since it is so important to her learning.
DC: 12
CP: -1 per post
Formula: 1d20 + Chakra Mod (+2)
Attempts: 4
Failed DCs: 1
Train: 3/10
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Homicidal Love rolled 1 20-sided dice:
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Total: 11 (1-20)
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Posted: Sat Nov 03, 2012 1:24 pm
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The light in the room began to dim as one of the candles that illuminated it began to sputter and struggle to burn with life. Even Amaya could tell through her closed eyes that the room was dimming. It was one of the few distractions that lent a hand in training her concentration. There was the occasional rustle of paper as Yukio flipped to another page in his book. This soft fluttering of paper was a consistent, steady pattern that did very little to interfere with the girl’s concentration. It was a noise that she was accustomed to hearing the evening hours within the walls of her home. He did so love his stories. Then there was the just clicking of the second hand on the wall clock. It seemed to slow as the girl lost herself within her mind and within her task. Then again, time had slowed to a crawl all day while she had been training: completing tasks before the majority of her classmates had even managed their way outside of the Academy and into the training yard out back. Her body and her mind had managed to speed up while the world had slowed to a crawl. She didn’t know what the reasoning behind it was, but it was working in her favor, so she wasn’t about to fret about such things. At this rate she might even get another one or two extra tasks in before her mind and body quit on her for the evening. Than again, that assumed that she would be able to muddle through the task at hand too.
Amaya was only unconsciously aware of what was happening around her, even less so than she had been at the Academy. Here, she was in her own domain. She was familiar with the proceedings and what was everyday within the walls. The sights, the sounds, the smells. There was nothing there to catch her off guard and to draw her attention. At the Academy, on the other hand, everything was new and uncertain. There were unfamiliar people and sights, there were sounds that she didn’t expect and there were smells that she had yet to identify. Sure, it was a happy enough existence, but it didn’t allow her the freedom and the easy of concentration that her home did. In her home, everything was known, there was no uncertainty and there were no surprises. Everything was as it should be and everything was in a constant state of repetition.
Even with the dimming light, the girl was able to focus on her chakra and the flow. For a little while she was content simply chasing it around her body, seeing where it led to. There were still these little veins that she had yet to follow and it would take some time before she was completely comfortable with the system coursing through her body. Then again, she had been completely unaware of it for the past eight years, so just one day wasn’t going to be enough to plot it out.
With a shallow, steady breath, the child began to draw on the energy. The center of be body was becoming a comfort zone for the girl. She felt the most control there and she felt some sort of power where the energy was all compressed and congregated there. It was a feeling of strength that she had never had before. So, the small girl pulled and tugged at the chakra and summoned it to her core. There is amassed and grew until she felt like it was going to start spilling forth from her chest. She was growing to adore the feeling. Then, as quickly as it had all come together, she allowed it to leave; savoring the rush of energy to the tops of her limbs and from her body. It was an invigorating feeling now that she had built up some semblance of endurance.
Molding Chakra
Description: Since it seems that Yukio doesn’t have anything else planned for Amaya tonight it is time to focus on her chakra training; since it is so important to her learning.
DC: 12
CP: -1 per post
Formula: 1d20 + Chakra Mod (+2)
Attempts: 5
Failed DCs: 1
Train: 4/10
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Homicidal Love rolled 1 20-sided dice:
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Total: 20 (1-20)
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Posted: Sat Nov 03, 2012 1:49 pm
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20 + 2 = 22 Success
Natural 20 Double Success
Being inside of her comfort zone was making the child’s training far simpler than it had been back at the Academy. She was more focused and she was able to lose herself within herself. Her steady breathing allowed her to slip into a meditative, trance-like state. The sounds eventually started to melt away and that flicker of the dying candle disappeared from her consciousness. There was the snap of a closing book that went unnoticed as Yukio stood from his chair. That candle that was going out was his main light source for reading and it just wouldn’t do. His gentle footsteps to the cabinet made no mind on the ears of the small girl. No, she had been lost within the weaving webs of chakra inside of her body. She had become so intensely focused that there was nothing that could draw her from this world that she was conjuring up inside. It was a powerful feeling and Amaya didn’t want to let go. Instead, she wanted to grab on and let it pull her towards wherever it was going. Her entire body felt as if it had fallen in synchronization with itself. Once again there was the padding of bare feet as Yukio strode back to his chair.
The man had finished setting up a new candle so that he could continue on with his reading that evening. While he was growing tired and he was beginning to struggle with focusing of the black inked words of the page, Yukio couldn’t help by enjoy this odd sort of spying on his daughter. There would be a time when she was older that he would wish that he could keep a closer eye on her but he wouldn’t be able to, so this was a sort of a compromise. Sitting back into the chair and lifting his book into his hands, the man saw an odd cast of blue light from the left corner of his eye. Turning his head, he saw his daughter sitting there bathed in a swirling blue, transparent light. Slowly, his hands dropped to his lap and his jaw grew slack. He had known that she had been born to the path of the shinobi, but he had never imagined that she would integrate into the world as quickly as she was. His breath was held in his chest as the gentle blue cast unfamiliar light upon his child’s face. He was going to lose her. In that very moment, he knew that she was going to lose her to a life that he had never been able to provide for her. Without knowing it, she had found her own way home.
There was a massive surge of power in the child’s core. She felt the energy congregated in a degree that she had yet to feel. Relishing the moment, she held tight to the swirling chakra as it spun itself wildly within her, begging to be released. However, she was going to hold onto it. She was going to hold onto every last bit of it until she could take it no longer. Amaya maintained her breathing and held her focus, not feeling the hollowed burn of her father’s eyes on her. She didn’t see the blue energy that gently engulfed her. The Keiji girl didn’t know that she had built up too much chakra to hold it all in her core. She didn’t know both the distress and the awe that was pulsing through Yukio’s heart and mind. What Amaya did know was that whatever it was that she was doing was right. It felt right, everything about just seemed to be as it should. However, that level of concentration could only be held for so long and the girl could feel it slipping. So, instead of struggling to hold onto it, Amaya let it go. She allowed the energy to flood the entirety of her body once more and to relieve her skin of the raised goose bumps. She allowed the rush of energy to leave her and to give her that sense of accomplishment, that she was doing something. This time, the child opened her eyes and turned her head to see her father staring at her. She didn’t know that torrent of thoughts rushing through his mind and cutting the words from his throat. So, she gave him a happy, triumphant smile. He returned the gesture, though a bit feebly. She hadn’t seen what he had. Amaya was decided; the path of the shinobi chose her almost as much as she had desired to choose it.
Molding Chakra
Description: Since it seems that Yukio doesn’t have anything else planned for Amaya tonight it is time to focus on her chakra training; since it is so important to her learning.
DC: 12
CP: -1 per post
Formula: 1d20 + Chakra Mod (+2)
Attempts: 6
Failed DCs: 1
Train: 6/10
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Homicidal Love rolled 1 20-sided dice:
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Total: 2 (1-20)
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Posted: Sat Nov 03, 2012 2:44 pm
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*This Takes Place In An Alternate Time Frame*
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There was that strange welling of pride in Amaya’s chest as she realized just how well her attempt went. Everything had felt so in sync with her energy. Was that how true shinobi felt all the time? Would they grow tired of such a feeling or lose an appreciation for it if they did? Were they all able to do what she had just done? Sure, she was far from strong and even farther from being considered a shinobi, but it was nice to have something to draw herself to them. Something to relate herself to. Something that allowed her to say that she was one of those people. That she was indeed a shinobi; or at least a future shinobi. Amaya was able to recognize and appreciate that she was far from being anything or anyone. It was entirely possible that she would never be someone. However, she was not going to be nothing in this world. As she had said to Akeru that day at the Academy; she was going to make a difference in this world even if she had to do so from other people’s shadows. She was her own light. Amaya believed this wholeheartedly. The child knew that so long as she was passionate, focused, and unwavering that no one would ever be able to steer her from her path. That knowledge and that passion was her light.
If only she had gotten to see the physical light that was wrapped around her only moments before. What an inspiration it would have been. Then again, it was probably for the best that she had been unaware of the physical manifestation of her training. If she had seen it then there was no chance that she would have slept that evening. It would have been like a young child before their birthday; so wrapped up in anticipation and excitement that they weren’t able to calm themselves and lull themselves to slumber. Instead, those were the kids who stayed up all night, with nothing to do but wait for the sun to break and to usher in that much awaited day. Amaya would have been beside herself excited to go to the Academy the next day and tell her friends of her accomplishments. It seemed that there were people there that cared for the small girl. She also would have figured that, being aspiring shinobis themselves, they would be able to celebrate a classmate’s triumph as well; build a sense of being comrades amongst themselves. Strengthen or strain the new bonds that were developing between the children. Would they be happy for her or jealous and spiteful of a success that wasn’t there own. With Amaya’s lack of understanding of just how much she had accomplished in that moment, she would not be in a position to test her classmates and to give them an opportunity to react.
So, ignorant to her own success, the child closed her eyes and continued on with her training. However, instead of following the chakra, chasing it and learning from it as she had before, Amaya tried to recreate something that she was unfamiliar with. The black haired child tried to fill herself so completely that it felt like she would burst; but trying to force this upon her energy without having actually drawing it to a single point was futile. Her enthusiasm and excitement were getting the better of her, even though that didn’t happen often, and the girl found that she was unable to hold the chakra as she had moments before. While it was slightly disappointing, it was that gentle slap that told the girl that she was to calm down, refocus, and remember the training that she was working on. This wasn’t for perfection, this was for familiarization and practice. Practice was the path to perfection, not the embodiment.
Molding Chakra
Description: Since it seems that Yukio doesn’t have anything else planned for Amaya tonight it is time to focus on her chakra training; since it is so important to her learning.
DC: 12
CP: -1 per post
Formula: 1d20 + Chakra Mod (+2)
Attempts: 7
Failed DCs: 2
Train: 6/10
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Homicidal Love rolled 1 20-sided dice:
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Total: 17 (1-20)
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Posted: Sat Nov 03, 2012 3:20 pm
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17 + 2 = 19 Success
After allowing herself a moment to criticize and scold for having leapt in head long without having any direction, Amaya pulled her focus back into the center of her being and back onto the task at hand. Sure, it was young enthusiasm and excitement that had propelled her into her failed attempt and that was perfectly fine, but that wouldn’t do when it came time to actually perform and defend. While she didn’t know her role yet, it was imperative that she prepare herself for whatever it may be. However, that drove the child even farther off the path. What was her role going to be? Was she going to be close ranged or long ranged? Mid range perhaps? Then again, there was always the possibility that she could be a support based member. Would she attack the mind or the body? Would her focus be defensive? Would she fight with her hands or with weapons? Maybe instead of fighting she would heal. There were so many options open for her that it seemed impossible to choose. One of the benefits of growing up as a civilian was that she wasn’t expected to go one way or another. She wasn’t expected to be heavily involved in taijutsu like the Hyuuga. She wasn’t supposed to have a mastery of fire based ninjutsu like the Uchiha clan was. She didn’t have any religious figures that she was expected to believe in or to bow to. She wasn’t suppressed by the weight of a clan’s name looming over her at all times. She wasn’t expected at all. She wasn’t expected to show up by anyone in the Academy that morning. She wasn’t expected to excel like someone with a bloodline limit might. There was nothing that was to be guessed, assumed, or gleamed from her upbringing that would affect the role in which she would pursue. No, instead she could seek out the path most beneficial to her dream and to her aspirations. She could choose the path that was most conducive to how she wanted to mold and shape the world. Would she grow to mimic an idol that she had yet to realize? Would she become some sort of master in her field? Could she master more than one field? Amaya loved to play fortune teller and to dream of the future that lay before her. Whether or not it was predestined or already decided by another power, she wouldn’t say. All she really knew was that she didn’t know what was going to happen and that she would have to take life in stride like the other mortals that surrounded her. At least she hoped they were mortal. That would make things awkward if they weren’t.
Mentally, the girl shook herself. It was unfortunate that she had gotten so far off track, but she was also going to allow it because she felt more focused and she always had fun thinking about tomorrow while living in today. It was a blessed ability of the young and the ones who allowed themselves to live in fantasy. However, the child recognized that there would probably be a time when she would have to put a halt to her dreams and walk along life’s path without considering what could or could have been. With that sobering reminder, Amaya finally withdrew within herself fully once more. She repeated her ritual of chasing her chakra about her body. Following it as it twisted, turned, bent, and ran about her tiny little body. She felt it swirling about and she felt it living inside of her. It really was like a foreign being was housed within her body. She felt way because it was so unfamiliar to her. Then, Amaya took in her deep, long breath as she started to corral her energy to the center of her being once more. The child summoned it and contained it so that it pressed together and swirled into one massive flurry of power. It was that same goose bump inducing feeling, but it also was different from her last success when her body lit up with the shine of her chakra. No, this time it all remained within her. This time she hadn’t gathered up so more that it pushed itself from her body because of the pressure. However, like last time, she allowed the energy to leave her core and to be released out into the world upon her completion. The black haired Keiji child was growing to love chakra and to love the feeling of it. She could tell that they were going to be close friends. Then again, what could be closer than something that thrived inside the body?
Molding Chakra
Description: Since it seems that Yukio doesn’t have anything else planned for Amaya tonight it is time to focus on her chakra training; since it is so important to her learning.
DC: 12
CP: -1 per post
Formula: 1d20 + Chakra Mod (+2)
Attempts: 8
Failed DCs: 2
Train: 7/10
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Posted: Sat Nov 03, 2012 4:09 pm
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Unfortunately for her, the small child had begun one of those cycles that are particularly difficult to break. She had allowed herself so much mental liberties that she was beginning to lose her focus entirely. The energy inside of her tried to congregate to her center, but the effort was futile and quickly abandoned. There was that “whoosh” of energy leaving her body, but she didn’t mind. She was stronger now and her mind was in other places. Yes, now it was on an imaginary battlefield on some sort of grassy plain. To top it off, she was grown. Not yet a woman, but she looked to be in her teens. Her hair had grown long and she was starting to develop gentle curves along the edges of her body. However, what was most startling to her were her eyes. Instead of their usual striking black they were a shimmering emerald green. Their color was striking and startling; it did look like a real color present in people. However, there they were glimmering in the early daylight. That wasn’t an uncommon fantasy for the child, Amaya was always wondering if the world would look any different if she had color in her eyes. What if she was color blind and just didn’t know it?
Her clothes were strange, something that she would never actually wear. There were short, skin tight, black shorts. Those were layered with some odd fraction of a yellow skirt. She couldn’t really call it a skirt since it seemed to be missing bits and pieces. On top was a skin tight, black, mandarin collared shirt that ended at the bottom of her final rib. Over the top of that was another odd piece that she had never seen before. It was like a loose tube top that held on by snugging over the top of her budding breasts. What an off little compilation she had managed to come up with.
There was more to this little fantasy that the child was concocting. There was Akeru; he looked like a full fledged adult now. There was Taka who was also considerably older. Finally there was Shiro. Why would she see him there? It wasn’t like she knew him well. This was all odd, but she could see it all so clearly. This grown up Amaya had a dark look on her face as she cast signs. The world seemed to melt away and there was screaming. The male teammates retreated behind her as she continued on with whatever it was that she was doing. Amaya thought she recognized this: genjutsu. That’s what this was. She wasn’t actually inflicting harm, she was simply altering their state of mind. Simply? The mind had always been intriguing to the child. This was just another option, but it was fun to fantasize about.
Molding Chakra
Description: Since it seems that Yukio doesn’t have anything else planned for Amaya tonight it is time to focus on her chakra training; since it is so important to her learning.
DC: 12
CP: -1 per post
Formula: 1d20 + Chakra Mod (+2)
Attempts: 9
Failed DCs: 3
Train: 7/10
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