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Hidden Arts
When the slime girls encountered the melting gas, it began to make their forms a little less defined, a little more gooey. But they still held themselves together, still rushing toward Gabriel even as they altered their own consistencies and substances into something better suited for what they needed to do. When the pit to hell opened, and the demons tried grabbing the slime girls, their hands would simply sink into the substance, as the girls moved their legs forward through the cracks in the demons' fingers.
(Hmm, it's a vague issue, I hadn't thought about it too much before I started the SL. My opinion is that they, as basically drones of Hedoro, might possess a sliver of a soul, but even that would likely be no more than just an impression given through reflection. Things like Goddess Sealing might affect them, but I'd probably just Jutsu Shou it rather than have to strain my brain for the true balance of soul versus unsoul.)

Hidden Arts
Suddenly, the scene inexplicably returned to normal, and their enemy, along with his short-lived partner, were both gone. So he had ran away? Typical of a human. The slime girls didn't let it bother them much, instead, they just resumed their attack on the now defenseless village. Once they found Gabriel's clone, it would promptly be attacked and they'd attempt to devour it, of course.

Ban had just left the academy, and learned his first two techniques. He killed one child earlier and was now content with enjoying his ride until he reached Hidden Arts. He heard from many ninja that Hidden Arts was the capital of taijutsu users, like himself. He was sure when he arrived there he would learn many jutsu to benefit himself. And best of all, no jutsu. Jutsu to him, was the worst thing in the world. Ninja who used jutsu just show that they were weak and lazy and need help to fight or preform every day tasks. Now Ban, the pinacle of Human Fitness was the complete opposite. He was extremly powerful and ninja dreamed of being as powerful as him. He was the perfect weapon in hand to hand and weapon combat. He just needed some techniques from the Arts village before he was to set off to Leaf, where he would seek out Guy, the legendary taijutsu user, and learn the Gates. With that power, he would surely be able to destroy any one he wanted. He was after all the worst evil the world have ever known. He was breed to kill, as his father was an assassin and wanted his son to be one as well. When his precious Ban seemed to week, he beat him to "get the weak out". It just so happened that Ban was either a late bloomer or his father's methods worked. Ban liked to think that he was late in developing and saw his father's rage in anger. That's why when his father came home one night in a coffin, Ban was unaffected. Some might say he was even happy. His years of torment were over. His Father was dead. His mother, a shy women who was kept in check by his father, knew not what to do. She was eventually killed off by a family memeber of a victim to his father. Ban was ten when this happened and fought and killed the assailant that killed his mother. He cared not for her death for she did not to stop his father's beatings. Now on his own, and too weak for his own standards, Ban set out and begun to train. His Body mass grew and he became a physical monster. His hair, a flash of Bright yellow, was suddenly second to his amazing body when one looked at him. Satisfied with his training, he set out to learn from the ninja world. After the academy he came here to Hidden Arts, where he was now.

He rose from his seat when he noticed the boat had stopped. The people around him also rose and cut infront of them to get off the boat first. They complained a little but Ban cared not. He was first on land off the boat and they were not. Tough luck. He began to walk up the path heading to Hidden Arts, tightening the wraps on his hands. He was finally going to enter the all mysterious Hidden Arts. It was an odd feeling, he usually cared not for simple things in life, but now he was impressed by the little things around him. The winding path he trod on for instance, he was sure that masters of his art form had walked it before. He, by the time he left, would be able to beat them in combat. He was sure of it. He was to be the greatest their ever was. It was no coincidence either that Ban was a Dattoumaru either, the greatest Taijutsu clan to walk the earth. He was Genetically superior to others. His clan had produced the greatest Hokage Leaf had ever known, Naruto owed his success to his clan. With out the dattoumaru, he wouldn't be able to use the Nine tails. It would have destroyed Leaf, all of leaf owed their lives to his clan. That is why he was so arrogant and powerful now. He had to be. He was a dattoumaru. He was soon to be the greatest Taijutsu user to ever walk the earth. At the top of the path, he came to a large boulder, imovable. There was a sign pegged into the ground next to it. "Only masters of strength can move this boulder and enter Hidden Arts.... PROVE your self worthy." Ban gripped the under side of the boulder and lifted it over his head. He then entered the village, and put it down where it was before. He could have waited for the other ninja on the boat and been nice, however he was not nice. The polar opposite infact. He then proceeded to walk down the path and looked in amazment at the Place he thought was Heaven. Hidden Arts.

He walked down the path before him and felt as though he finally really entered Hidden Arts. There were ninja all around him, training and working to be better and stronger. They worked for it. Not just learn a jutsu and use it like the lazy ninja Ban knew were every where, no these ninja worked for it. They lifted wieghts, ran miles and worked themselves to death to be the best they were. He was at home. He quickly moved aside as a troupe of ninja ran past him. They were sweating hard and Ban could tell they had been running for quite some time. He turned back and continued to walk, like he was before he ninja passed him. He saw on every corner a different dojo, and each dojo taught a new style of fighting. Monkey, boar, weapons... there were so many. It would take him atleast a year to learn all there was to know in Hidden Arts, but that was fine with him. He would take all the time he needed to be the best there ever was. He was already a step ahead of the comptetion with his Dattoumaru blood line. They were drastically more advanced than any fighting clan in Hidden Arts, and for a moment, Ban felt himself above the village and it's inhabitants. But he quickly dismissed this thought from his head as he didn't want to be arrogant yet, arrogance with no proof or power was foolish and an easy way to get your self killed. First he would train and learn, then he would be arrogant. It all worked out perfectly.

But what should he do first? He didn't want to spar in the dojo because he just did that in the academy and easily trumped the compettion there. He knew it would be better here but he still didn't want to risk it when he just got here. If he was hurt, he wouldn't be able to train any more. No, he would spar when he was about to leave. For now, he decided to head into the nearest dojo, a little one on the corner made for meditation. He wouldn't be able to train with out getting his mentality correct first. If he did that then he'd be able to concentrate and perhaps making training go faster. He pushed on the door to notice it didn't budge. He then smiled and shoved it hard. Every thing in Arts was a challenge. The door was added with extra weights to get a work out when entering the building. That was a treat that greatly satisfied Ban, he knew he picked the right place. Around him were mats on the floor, then mats on a see-saw like contraption, and finally mats on stilts. THe stilts where amazing to look at, how well the ninja on top balanced and concentrated was perplexing to Ban. Perhaps by the time he left here he would be able to do that. While he was looking around, and man walked up to him, stepping over the meditating ninja already in the room. "How may I help you master?" Asked the man bowing. Ban liked his formality when he adressed him master. Probably due to his urge to rule the world. "I would like to meditate. I assume I start off on the ground?" The man nodded and directed him to a mat. Ban then asked a question. "When do I move up to the stilts?" The man only smiled and replied, "You will know young one..." Ban did not like being called young one at all but kept it to himself. He took a seat on the mat.

He closed his eyes and begun. He didn't really know where to start, but he begun to let his mind wander as soon as his eyes closed. He never usually just stopped to think so this all happened pretty quickly. He thought and reflected over his trip to the academy and the dreadful ride there with all the little kids on the boat. Then he thought about how he cut all the boat riders here in line to get to arts first. He smirked at his evilness. Then he stopped knowing that he couldn't let his physical body move. He then tried to dig into his mind again. His childhood then reared it's ugly face. He saw himself getting beat and crying as an infant. His mother looking at his father beat him but too scared to stand up for him for fear of her own beating. Unknown to him at the time, Ban was grinding his teeth. In his head, his self promise to become stronger played over and over. He was beginning to want more and more power, which unfortunetly, happend to him more and more every day. He found himself not as strong as he could be and always drove to better himself. He did this in an un-healthy manner but achieved the results he wanted. He was now a very mucular man, compared to the weak groveling child of his past. He knew that if he were to ever revert to that again he would have to kill himself.

THe attendant was watching Ban as he completed the first stage of the meditation. Customers where ready for the second stage when they begun to subconciously emit chakara to make them float off the ground. Unfortunetly, Ban's chakara was a visible red, a terrible sign of wickedness and evil. The employee ssaid nothing of it however for he was getting paided either way. He tapped Ban on the shoulder and informed him of his success and told him he could move to the second stage, the see-saw. Ban was angry from his visions of the beats he recieved as a child and he didn't know if he really wanted to do another stage of that crap. However he sucked it up and got on, immediatly leaning to the right. He looked at the worker as he explained. "The first stage is finished, and now in the second you must fix the problem that was identified in the first stage." Ban squinted his eyes and wondered how he knew there was a problem. Maybe it was just expierence or what they're paided to say. Either way he thanked him and closed his eyes. His thoughts rushed back to the child hood days and he saw himself getting beat again. This time it was more life like though. Ban tried to defent himself but his father's blows all rang true and he was torn up. Ban snapped awake, but immediatly closed his eyes again, trying ti re-invent the vision. This time, he was a little older and able to fend off most of his Father's blows. It was then he realized that he needed to fight back. The man who worked there knew that usuallly the first stage showed evil in most people, but blue in second when they realized they needed good to trump the evil. However Ban's chakara rang true red again. This troubled the man as Ban was now balanced perfectly and ready for stap three. If he took it now and his chakara was blood red again, he would be deemed totally evil and he would have to by law, demand he leave Arts for good. So he did the wrong option which he believed would better Ban in the long run. "Yes, you have completed round two. However, the rules state you must learn many taijutsu before the third and final level. Please come back later." Ban frowned and was angered, however he did as the man said, because he wanted to learn a few techniques anyways. "I will return," said Ban, "To finish what I have started."

(2094)

Ban left the meditation dojo and proceded to walk into the street. He was angered that the man did not let him continue on with his training. But that was fine by him, he didn't need to waste time reflecting on his torn child hood. He was to be the greatest Taijutsu user ever. A scourge of the earth whose name would instill fear in any one. But he needed to learn Techniques first. He had three so far. But that was no where near enough.

Now walking through the village he saw a peculiar sight. Two man like beings walked into the village, one shed a layer and applied a new one. Ban was shocked, never seeing anything so odd in his life.

He must be one of those jutsu using ninja.... He thought to himself

Ban ditested them, he felt they were lazy for using jutsu and not physical might. He then noticed he was staring and turned to do push ups.

Ban stopped and looked at the things. The one that approached him must have been a servant of somekind because he spoke for the one farther away. He thought over their request. Fight the winner of the chunnin exams? He was fresh out of the academy, but he would fight. He wanted to prove his Hidden Cloud lineage and show he was stronger than other taijutsu masters.

"I accept your challenge, master from Gears..." Ban took a few steps back and wondered if the messanger would fight him as well. He didn't think he could take both of them, but he was determinded. After all he was a Dattoumaru, the most advanced Taijutsu fighters in the world.

(not from hidden arts rofl )

Ban dived forward between the beams and rolled, going under them. He was Rolling on the ground, until he was infront of one. His legs were curled over his chest and he was on his back before he quickly shot out his legs, aiming at One's Knee caps. He tried to cripple One from movement by destroying his legs.

So he is one of the lazy ninja who use jutsu and other trickery instead of using their body. Why deny what you were born with? Thought Ban. But he did seem hopeful when he saw the sword being drawn, atleast they would have some close combat when that came into play.

"Perfect..." Said Ban, as he un-knowingly set himself up for one of Ban's new moves. He was still on his back but he quickly rocked back to his shoulders and propelled himself off the ground with his arms while One was still in the air. Ban flew at One at a face pace, feet first.

He spun to kick the blades aside then tried to land a kick at One's Jaw, if it lannded he would continue to kick and propell him upwards as he un did his bandages. He moved at incredible speeds due to his Dattoumaru speed. With all this being done, Ban tried to activate the Frontal Lotus, a weaker version of the intial lotus, due to the fact that Ban couldn't open the celestrial gates yet.