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3+16=19 FAIL
Masa tried to gather her chakra up for another wave, but she was far to embarrassed. She walked out a little further to distance herself from the two shinobi on the shoreline. She walked out a fair distance and readied herself to try again, adjusting to the tides ebs and flows from out her in the deeper ocean.

7+16=23 Success
Masa eventually adjusted herself to the rhythm of the tide and once she had that down creating the water she needed was easy. She lifted her hands as her chakra flooded into the tides and raised the water up in front of her into a giant liquid curtain, ready to crash down as soon as she commanded it. A devlish grin overtook Masa's face as she prepared just for that event.

Pt 2: Chakra control
16+39=55 Success
Masa sent the wave crashing forward towards the island in a roaring laugh of victory she crushed her own wave and brought the water back to her. This was going to be the fun part of learning the jutsu. She raised up another wave and prepared to launch number two with a, "Whhoooooaaaa whoa whoa HELL YEAH!"

12+39=51 Success
Masa raised up another wave to send towards the shoreline. This was becoming rather fun as she went about it, playing evil mastermind intent on flooding the world. She smirked as she crushed the wave before it could hit the shore. She couldn't even fathom riding on top of one of these waves. That woulc come much later.

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Suiton: Bakusui Shōha (Water Release: Exploding Water Shockwave)
Stage I: Chakra DC 20 {d20 + chk mod} Creating or gathering extremely large quantities of water for a technique.[+16] [10/10] 12 rolls
Stage II: Chakra Control DC 45 Launching the water into a wave. [+39] [2/10]
Stage III: Dexterity DC 15 {d20 + dex mod} Riding the wave while maintaining balance.[+7] [0/10]
Stage IV: Ninjutsu DC 40 Launching an attack while the wave hits.[+34] [0/10]

5+39=44 FAIL
Masa thought about the fact that she would eventually have to be on top of these waves and decided that she had best focus on making the tops of them level. She raised another wave, looking at the uneven top on it, she tried to even it out, the wave collapsed in on itself, sending the tide rushing forward. Masa made a barrier to stop it in time, but was rather shaken up by the near mishap.

8+39=47 SUCCESS
Masaraku now knew that she needed to not only worry about leveling off the top of the wave, but that she also needed to worry about maintaining the wave's infrastructure with her chakra walls. She raised up another wall of water before her and trimmed it up. The top had a small flat area to stand on, which is all she needed.

12+39=51 SUCCESS
Masaraku sent that wave falling forward and it quickly fizzled out before she got the chance to make another wall, which is what she wanted it to do anyways. She could now focus less on the safety of those on shore, and more on her jutsu. She raised another water wall with a small platform on it. She focused on perfecting that platform and then let the wave fizzle out again once she had it perfect.

11+39=50 SUCCESS
Masaraku raised up another gigantic wave before her. Her chakra shaped the wave to her will as it climbed higher and higher before her. When it reached its peak she carved out a smooth platform and sent it crashing forward. She stomped it out before it got to far, but thats when she suddenly realized she was doing this all backwards.
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Suiton: Bakusui Shōha (Water Release: Exploding Water Shockwave)
Stage I: Chakra DC 20 {d20 + chk mod} Creating or gathering extremely large quantities of water for a technique.[+16] [10/10] 12 rolls
Stage II: Chakra Control DC 45 Launching the water into a wave. [+39] [5/10] 11 rolls
Stage III: Dexterity DC 15 {d20 + dex mod} Riding the wave while maintaining balance.[+7] [0/10]
Stage IV: Ninjutsu DC 40 Launching an attack while the wave hits.[+34] [0/10]

Suirō no Jutsu (Water Prison Technique)
Stage I: Chakra Control DC 36 Forming a water sphere.
Chakra Control: 26
Roll: 10 or above
Train: 10/10

Suirō no Jutsu (Water Prison Technique)
Stage II: Ninjutsu DC 30 (raise for challenge) Maintaining an object inside the sphere.
Ninjutsu: 22
Roll: 10 or above
Train: 3/10


Byakuran's eyes slowly closed as the water continued to rise and come together into a single cohesive shape, the sphere forming before him. In reality, Byakuran was the sort of person to over think things...this was true. His sensei had remarked on it strongly....and he supposed that she did have a point. He knew it for a fact that he often tended to let his mind wander and go off where it would. Often at the expense of what was right in front of him. It was one of the many things about himself that he supposed was a bit troubling. Still it wasn't something that he couldn't work around...wasn't something that he couldn't work on. He supposed, if he truly wanted to try...he could probably manage to train his mind to concentrate, to focus, when need be. His inability to focus was most likely the result, though, of his kekke genkai. When one had so much external stimuli coming into their senses at all times, it could indeed become very distracting. It was merely a fact that he had to learn to multi task, or he would have gone as mad as many of his clan members.

The water was indeed finally in the perfect shape that he needed...a perfect sphere floating before him, the interior hollowed out as he held out his hand, the water shifting and churning under his fingers as it continued to keep it's shape, the first step of this jutsu completed. He was a little amazed that he had managed the jutsu's first step so easily...he truly could pick up jutsu quickly when he put his mind to it. It was the exact same way with the syrup technique and the water clone...these things just seemed to come easily to him. But they were some of the few things that did. He understood jutsu, yes. He under the art of manipulating certain people and thought that he understood much about the world at large, about the world around him. But at the same time...there was times when he just didn't understand anything. Why people made certain decisions, why they said certain things. And of the many things that completely bewildered him, his sensei was one of them. And, while this was just speculation, he didn't think it was entirely his childhood infatuation with Chishio that brought this about. There was something else altogether about their encounter which had struck him,,,and while his more paranoid side was informing him that this was obviously some manner of trap or deception, he couldn't really be bothered to listen.

He didn't really any option if he wanted to survive...he had to be suspicious, a wrong move now would mean his death. But... he didn't want things to be like that anymore. He wanted to be able to shed his past...to be able to just...be Byakuran Usotsuki. He didn't necessarily want to give up his senses, his ability to perceive the world around him... but...the burden that it represented now, the line it drew between him and the village that he now resided in. But...he couldn't. His clan was, as always, the force keeping him under it's thumb. He was their tool, their weapon, their pawn. Just like his brother before him. They would use him until they were done with him, and then should he prove to more a hindrance then a help...they would dispose of him. Such was the life of an Otobe who had been chosen for life as an infiltrator...an agent. He had tossed single rock inside the sphere of water now, working on keeping it suspended there, keeping it contained. Contained...trapped. How very ironic it was that he was mastering such a jutsu, when in truth it was him that was trapped...it was him that was in a cage. And no matter how hard he struggled to pretend her wasn't, not matter how hard he tried to play the part of the mist ninja, to live in that role...it was still not what he was. He couldn't pretend away reality. He couldn't just keep playing the part until it became real. The world didn't work like that. He needed to remember, and keep in mind, that at the slightest shift in situation...the people on his team, and his sensei, would turn on him...would kill him. And he wanted to live, thank you very much. His chakra continued to build up the walls of the orb of water before him, the rock within shifting anf flicking about within the interior, but remaining basically stable...he just needed a bit more work with it...

Suirō no Jutsu (Water Prison Technique)
Stage II: Ninjutsu DC 30 (raise for challenge) Maintaining an object inside the sphere.
Ninjutsu: 22
Roll: 10 or above
Train: 10/10

Suirō no Jutsu (Water Prison Technique)
Stage III: Chakra Control + Ninjutsu DC 56 (raise for challenge) Preventing the trapped object from escaping.
Roll: 10 or above
Train: 2/10

The rock was being suspended within the sphere perfectly now, his craftsmanship in forming the chakra construct having improved to the point where he was fairly certain that he could moving on to the next step. Certain that he could begin truly focusing on the true core of the technique. Being able to strengthen the construct itself, as well as increase the rate at which the water was turning, to the point that it could contain even a fully grown shinobi. The chakra within the sphere ws actually fairly minal considering the feat it preformed, much of it was a matter of the speed at which the jutsu turned, the rate at which the water was spinning...if he was to focus on that, and worry less about holding the water together...he might be able to advance the matter. He continued to focus on the task at hand, trying to keep his thoughts from wandering for a while. The water continued to hold the rock, but the way it turned, the way that air still seemed to be getting into the the sphere, it meant that there were still moments, lapses, in it;s perfect containment, and therefore still imperfections in his technique. Once the technique was completed in full, the rock should have been able to sit perfectly still within the constantly shifting sphere... he should have been able to perfectly contain the air itself within the water, ensuring that there was no possible means of escape. The jutsu itself designed for this, so he was really only having problems getting the balance between durability and speed, as well as the amount of chakra used to contain the water itself in the shape he desired. It was a balance of all the elements of the technique into a single final step, and while he was most certain that it was the most difficult part of the exercise, it wasn't anything that he couldn't handle. He just needed to pushing the envelop, as it were. In truth this wasn't really as hard as he had suspected that it was going to be at the start of everything, in this secluded area, the noises and crowds of the everyday clear from his enhanced hearing, things were proceeding much smoother, much calmer, than he had thought they would. Suspected that they might. As such, he was rather optimistic that he might find it a simple enough matter to hurry up and finish this jutsu, before the mission that he knew was soon to come. If he worked at it hard he was sure that he could manage it well enough. The best part about this jutsu was that with his vast stores of chakra, he would be able keep someone contained for quite a while before he was forced to relent. Such was one of the boons of his up-surd chakra training, he supposed.

it was just another reason however that he should focus on improving his chakra control and knowledge of Ninjutsu. With it he could easily be able to master the more powerful jutsu, and make himself a force to be reckoned with. Given his talent for awareness, he was even planning on training his concentration and adapting it to become a chakra sensor...it might be a good excuse to pass off his abilities as an Otobe. It would certainly take a weight of his mind. The more things he had an excuse for, the more he could afford to not hold back on his missions for mist. And more importantly, the closer he came to mastering himself and his chakra, the closer he came to being able to learn the clan's most powerful techniques...techniques that could put an end to his clan with the very power that they coveted so... The water within the sphere was holding together much more stably now...he was feeling that he was at last getting somewhere with it. he could not begin to work with the final stage in earnest, and get to the last stretch in mastering this jutsu. The trick, once again, wasn't just throwing more chakra at the problem, it was about synergy, it was about finding the balance between all the elements of the technique itself. Once he managed to work that out, perfect the process in his mind, then he would easily be able to enact it. It was only a matter now of trail, error, and learning where the errors had occurred and why. He was close now...

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Suirō no Jutsu (Water Prison Technique
Stage III: Chakra Control + Ninjutsu DC 56 (raise for challenge) Preventing the trapped object from escaping.
Roll: 10 or above
Train: 10/10


Byakuran's eyes seemed to flicker, their lids shifting slowly open as a smile crossed his face. Excellent. He'd done it. The rock within the sphere was completely still, there wasn;t even the smallest hit of of a imperfection or disturbance. The only way to escape from the sphere now would be a matter of skillful application of a great deal of force...and even then it wasn't likely. He had managed, it seemed, the mastery of this jutsu, with flying colors, as the saying went. Slowly releasing the jutsu, allowing the water to fall back into the sea, he slowly got to his feet, taking a few long and slow breaths. Well, that task was completed, the processes and intricacies still fresh in his mind as the technique was stored away with the rest...burned their by repetition and ingenuity. He would have to practice it on occasion, he knew, just to see in the future on what little ways he could improve it...but in the meantime, his work was done. The Water orb was a precursor to an every more... devastating, technique, but that would have to wait for another day, he wasn't yet ready to try and tackle that sort've advanced jutsu...and anyway, it would require a different jutsu altogether to truly be effective away from any body of water. For the moment, he had done well.

Byakuran Usotsuki
LV. 10
Experience: 248/550
Hp: 160
Cp: 260
MHp: 13
Dodge Bonus: 21

Suiton: Suigadan (Water Release: Water Fang Bullet)
Stage I: Chakra Control DC 40 Forming water into a tentacle.
Chakra Control: 30
DC: Above ten
Roll: Count only above 10
Train: 6/10

Byakuran stood atop the surface of the water, his chakra flowing all throughout his coils in preparation for the undertaking that he was about to undergo…this was certainly going to be one of the most difficult things that he had undergone thus far… his chakra training not included, of course. He was going to have to master a B-rank jutsu…a jutsu that if he managed to master it would mark both how far he had come as a Ninja…as well as give him all that he needed to truly excel in battle. It would be his sword, his first real weapon in combat that he could utilize his chakra for. A weapon of such great power, in fact, that there was little doubt he would be able to crush opponents of the skill level that had earlier bested him. With his vast chakra stores he was perfect for it…able to use the technique and keep coming with more… he would be able to engage opponents on a higher level of battle…and his fatality rate would drastically increase. There was little doubt that this jutsu would be one that allowed him to defeat 100 Ninja…there was little doubt once he completed this jutsu, that he himself would become a real warrior…one to be feared and reckoned with. He wouldn’t have much by the way of brute strength, but he would make up for it tenacity, speed, and what was more, power. Power that came from the depths of his soul…power the rushed through his veins like a coursing river. Power that moved as the water did, and allowed him to bend it to his will…his fingers twitched slightly as his he began to conduct the water with his hands, his chakra moving out and into the water, moving through him as he stood upon it’s surface, and pulling the water, pushing it, molding it up as the energy which was born from his soul began to form the construct that would form as this first stage of the Jutsu’s base. The water responded, reacted, his hands shifting through the motions as though to aide the water in it’s ascent, slowly forming a rough, barely stable tentacle.

He was fully committed to trying his all in this endeavor, set on his path to complete this jutsu, and however exuasting this became, however much he was pushed to the edge, he was determined to finish this before he left for his first real mission. True, he technically had a B-rank mission under his belt already, have faced off with the Fire Daimyo’s men during the attack, but this would be his first mission along with his teammates, and he didn’t intend to fall behind them. It was a matter of not being able to accept that he was still weak after all the work that he had put into his training…it was the drive to excel and bypass all those that stood in his way. He was prepared by all means to throw himself into the madness of his over training ways once more, time and time again, if it meant that he could fulfill his ambition to be strong…strong enough to bring ruin to all and any that would force their hand upon his will. He wanted to live…he wanted to be free. That was all that he desired! If he had to practically kill himself to attain the power needed to take that freedom then he would. Even if he needed to rise up and defeat his sensei…even if he had to fight his brother and the entirety of the Otobe clan… then he would do it. That was all that he needed to know about the matter…was that it would allow him to cast off the manipulations and strings that had seemed constricting him since birth. Trapped between loyalties and powers his entire life… he was always the pawn and the agent, always the one on the brink of death because of his divided loyalties. He’d been forced into this life, into this choice, he had no option in the matter. Even as he stood here unshackled, were he to start walking, just start walking and not stop, he would be deemed a dead man by two powerful organizations, and hunted down like a dog. If he wasn’t killed, than he would be crippled and imprisoned for the trest of his life, a prisoner with true shackles and bonds to match the metaphoric one’s which had rested around him his entire life. He gave a deep frown as the tentacle fell feebly back into water. He took a deep breath and started once more, sending out his chakra as he tried again… it was just as his uncle said… failure is not the fall…it is the weakness to not raise yourself back up after the fact. It was staying fallen. So he…he would merely continue to get back on his feet…no matter how many times it took…



Suiton: Suigadan (Water Release: Water Fang Bullet)
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This technique creates a circle of crushing water spikes around the opponent, making it very difficult to evade or block.
Cp cost: 70
Dice Rolls: 4
Damage: 60 – 95 + chk mod
Reflex DC: 15 + chk mod + 2 per 10 ranks in Ninjutsu
Requirements: Water Affinity, Chakra Control 30, Ninjutsu 25
Training: 4 stages
Stage I: Chakra Control DC 40 Forming water into a tentacle.
Stage II: Chakra Control DC 42 Rotating the tentacles into a drill.
Stage III: Ninjutsu DC 35 Projecting the spinning tentacle at a target with concussive force.
Stage IV: Ninjutsu + Chakra Control DC 65 Making multiple water tentacles attack simultaneously.
Special: Reflex DC required to dodge is increased by 5 if target is on or under water.

Byakuran Usotsuki
LV. 10
Experience: 248/550
Hp: 160
Cp: 260
MHp: 13
Dodge Bonus: 21


Suiton: Suigadan (Water Release: Water Fang Bullet)
Stage II: Chakra Control DC 42 Rotating the tentacles into a drill.
Chakra Control: 30
DC: 42
Roll: Count only above 12
Train: 6/10

The power of water was something that so many people underestimated. They saw water as fluid, as nothing. When one looked at it, one could see through as though they were seeing nothing at all… when they touched water, there was little resistance, little show of strength. However, Byakuran’s eyes slowly opened. The more water was pushed, the more one tried to compact it, focus it, restrain it….the stronger it became. While rock could be grinded away into mere dust, reduced to nothing, water was eternal. It merely recycled itself…constantly reshaping and reforming the world. It could cut mountains, it could shape valleys, it could even change the entire balance of a regions weather system. Water was the mover and shaper of much of the world…it was the force which though so many people underestimated it, was a source of radical power. And this power was his to tap into…this power was his to wield…if he could only master it. There a great deal of effort involved in fusing the tendrils of water together, in spinning them together into a single cohesive attack, but he was managing. Bit by bit, piece by piece. He was giving his all in this exercise, and he was not going to let anything stop him… this was the weapon that would continue his journey toward becoming a warrior…this was the next step in his venture to exceed all expectations.

For just as people underestimated water….they underestimated him. They saw him as pawn, a problem, a potential annoyance. They saw him as nothing but a fly buzzing in their face to either be used or cast aside. The Mist, the Otobe…both of them were the same in the end…. He frowned, continuing to work on the jutsu. As much as his Sensei had appeared to care about making him stronger…despite the words she had said to him during the charm test… he knew merely from looking into her eyes when they first met that she didn’t trust him…that she would kill him as soon as she believed him to be a spy… it was the cruel fate of what he was, he supposed. He was a liar. He could only be happy when he was lying, when he was wearing a mask. Byakuran Usotsuki was the one who was her student…the loyal soldier for mist who had nearly died trying to protect it from the attack from the daimyo’s men. That was the young man whom she had been speaking to and being kind too. That was the one who, if he eventually bonded with his teammates, they would see and become friends with… and his clan? To them he was Byakuran Otobe, second son of the seventh house, and the defacto heir if something happened to Senkyoku…the very idea that something could happen to such a powerful warrior ridiculous. He was nothing, a cast off resource, a dejected, barely useful, spy…who they never the less would hunt down and murder if he tried to leave their thumb. But was he really either of these things? Who WAS Byakuran? In reality, he was neither of these things…they were merely parts he was playing to survive, lies he was telling so he could persist…masks he was wearing to shield people from the truth. And in the end that was all that they saw or cared about. The only way he could interact with them, the only way they could see or praise him, was through the lies he told them. He was forced to live through those lives, feel their emotions for the people who believed them and responded to them…but it was never really him…never really HIM that they cared for. He was Byakuran the reluctant spy. A traitor to his family in his heart, and a traitor upon them first taking him in to the village that he had called home for so many years… neither of these places could he trust…neither of these places could he truly embrace…because they only embraced the lies he told them…the truth would turn them both upon him…the truth would bring his lies crashing down and show him only hate and wrath… that was the only thing that the real him, the true Byakuran, behind all the masks, could expect to find from those around him… so he had to become strong. He had to become so strong that it didn’t matter that the world hated him…he needed to become strong so that he could throw off all the masks and laugh at those who had believed in them…force them to suffer as he suffered now…force them to know what it was like to live in constant fear…the prisoner of the whims of those far stronger than you… this was his goal…constantly growing and solidifying the more he found out about the world and himself… this…was his truth…

Byakuran Usotsuki
LV. 10
Experience: 248/550
Hp: 160
Cp: 260
MHp: 13
Dodge Bonus: 21


Suiton: Suigadan (Water Release: Water Fang Bullet)
Stage II: Chakra Control DC 42 Rotating the tentacles into a drill.
Chakra Control: 30
DC: 42
Roll: Count only above 12
Train: 10/10

Suiton: Suigadan (Water Release: Water Fang Bullet)
Stage III: Ninjutsu DC 35 Projecting the spinning tentacle at a target with concussive force.
Ninjutsu: 25
DC: 35
Roll: Count only above 10
Train: 6/10


Byakuran's eyes finally opened her shifted his stance. With a sudden twisting of his weight, the water that he'd been spinning up into a drill, suddenly whirled about with him as he faced the cliff wall. With a rapid movement of his hands, the twisting torrent of water rushed forth, a volley sent at his command, with a resounding crash it hit the cliff wall with a splash, and Byakuran gave a small smile. "Heh..." it worked. He had advanced passed the hardest part, mastering the twisting drill motion of the bullet. Being able to completely pin down the construct and movement that couple together to form that part of the jutsu's mechanism. Now that stage was over, and he could move on to the more.... pertinent stage. Weaponizing it. Once he managed to fight his way through this stage, he would be able to reach the final one and bring this entire process to it's fruition...he would finally have found a way to make a sword of his soul, to turn his very being into a weapon. To turn water into the harbinger of his wrath. As always, it just one step at a time...one foot in front of the other. He could master the power that was given to him by his efforts within the cave on this very cliff side... the cave of trails where he had faced the agony of his own overpowering chakra...and through the experience had ascended to a higher plain of ability...of power. The water once more rose as his command, the complex series of chakra manipulations, of motions and currents, came easily to him now, ingrained his mind by his efforts as he once more thrashed the water forth, the beginnings of the bullet again crashing into the cliff-side. The Stone seemed to shudder, giving off vibrations that shimmered through the water to his senses, reaching him in a wave of reaction. Again, he raised the water up, twisting the tendrils of liquid into the proper form before sending them crashing into the stone. Not yet... the attack wasn't fierce enough. He knew that his chakra, that with his skills, he could do far more. He could crack the stone with his wrath...he KNEW that he could. His aim was a little off too when he rushed himself, that also would have to be corrected. He would have to work fast in a battle, and his target would be constantly moving, more, intelligently trying to avoid him.

So he continued to push himself into the process, raising the water again and again, as many times as it would take for him to master this technique. It was a matter of pride...it was a matter of his future...it was a matter of him being able to survive. This was the only road that was open to him. The only road that allowed him to live. Only by being strong could have have the slightest chance, the smallest hope, at survival. All other roads, roads of weakness, of giving up, of being careless... all these roads would lead him to his demise. These roads would bring him nothing but a swift end...and suffering. Emptiness. So really the only path that he could choose for himself was to be come strong. It would allow him to reach a different sort of cross roads somewhere down the the line...it would lead him to a place where the choices that he had before him where all appealing, where the freedom he had was to choose more than merely become strong or die. They would lead him to a place where he could truly choose to be happy...not just pretend that he was someone who could be. Lead him to a road where he didn't need to lie merely to see the next day... He wouldn't need to fear becoming close to others because he would be strong enough to end any attempts at betrayal...and thus didn't need to fear them. Insightful enough to know the nature of those around him...and thus be able to know their intent and value with only a glance...this would be his future...and it would be so much more fulfilling, so much more like truly living...than this mere sham of a lie... He would finally be able to cast down all that stood in his way....destroy all that impeded him. And thus he didn't need to be afraid anymore...he didn't need to wear a mask to protect himself because he could protecty himself just fine all on his own. It was then that he would see the truth in the hearts of those around him. It was then that he would be able to see through the happy smiling faces of friendship and understanding that they were wearing... while looking at his mask.