➟Yori made his way to the training field he squinted. The sun's bright rays were getting in the way, it was really beginning to bug him but then again, what didn't? It was way too early to be training but Yori wanted to get stronger. No one was going to stop him from learning new ninjutsu and progressing as a shinobi. Quickly scanning the area he could tell that the place was dead, with no one in sight Yori yawned and scratched his head casually. "With no one around to bug me, learning new ninjutsu should be a piece of cake. Maybe once I prove myself I'll be spared the trouble of boring old missions, if I have to find someone's cat I'm going to be pissed." Yori began his daily stretching exercises, he usually did this so he could loosen himself up. In no time flat he'd learn many new techniques which would aid him on his current quest of becoming a chuunin. When most people learned of Yori's goal they laughed in his face, usually because they knew him. You see it wasn't too long ago that he had graduated from the academy so of course people doubted he would become a chuunin so quickly. Laughing at him though would get you a painful black eye so it was best to avoid doing that at all costs, unless you had the strength to back it up of course. Both of Yori's arms reached for the sky and then his toes. He continued doing this for five minutes straight until he thought that was enough, he started to do one handed push ups by himself. "One...two...three...four...five..." Yori's vigorous passion was shown as he worked hard and didn't give in. Visually you could begin to see him sweat, but only a little. Yori was far from done, after he had reached exactly one-hundred one-handed push ups he took a quick break to cool off. By this time he was panting heavily. "Whew...I can't be getting tired already...I've got to get stronger." The panting noises stopped as Yori reached in his pocket only to pull out a white list with writing on it.
➟What Yori took out and began reading carefully was a scroll, not just any scroll however. This scroll contained many ninjutsu to which he desperately wanted to learn. He couldn't exactly learn more water based ninjutsu without a guide so he took one that contained general techniques, of course he asked permission to take it. First he would start learning more D ranked techniques, since those were pretty quick to learn. Once those were learned he'd work his way up the ladder, and eventually, he'd manage to learn an A ranked technique. This was one determined genin and he wouldn't be leaving the premises any time soon. Since most suiton users needed water in order to perform their techniques, Yori brought with him multiple water bottles as well. Scanning the scroll he looked over each individual skill and decided what technique would be best to learn first. "Now let's see what we have here...hmm. I think I'll start with this one." Yori rolled up the scroll and put it back in his pocket. Picking up one of the nearby water bottles he hastily opened the cap and placed it down besides him.
Memorizing all of the notes on the scroll he calmly focused on the hand seals that were required of the technique. His fingers shook from excitement as he was ready to perform the technique. Handseals were one of Yori's strong suits so he was very confident in his first attempt. Keeping a calm and level head, which is not something Yori would do in any other situation, he began forming the handseals. The speed his hands were going were completely unnatural for any other genin, it was true after all, handseals were one of the areas he excelled at. Each handseal was performed with such quickening speeds that it looked like a blur to the untrained eye.
Once he was finished he chanted the name of the technique. "Water Style: Poseidon's Anger!" Their were a variety of names for the techniques, Yori just happens to scream the names of water based ninjutsu with the english language, and including 'style' instead of 'release'. Once he was done he could feel the chakra expelled from his body, a smile of triumph was shown on his face as not only the water bottle besides him, but all the water bottles he had brought with him began to shake violently. "And it looks like my first try was absolute perfection, I really am one hell of a shinobi!" The open water bottle fell to the ground and began to leak the liquid creating a small puddle. Yori assumed that this would work out in the open near rivers and lakes, but since these were water bottles one could never be too sure. Regardless Yori was confident that he had mastered the technique and moved on to the next ninjutsu.
After performing the set of handseals, all water sources nearby begin to ripple and progressively get worse until they begin making violent waves, vicious currents or both. This jutsu is not an attack as such but makes moving about in water (such as Suimen or Swimming) almost impossible because of the effects.
➟Reading over the scroll once more just to refresh his mind, Yori took a deep breathe. Since no one else was around there would be no distractions and in turn allow Yori to progress at alarming rates. Once the kid actually focused he was like a rock that caused an avalanche, a chain effect that once started could not be stopped easily. "One day I'll find that b*****d and I'll kick his a**! I'll pummel him into a coffin! Now angered Yori wouldn't be able to focus as well, unfortunately this would cause his progress to backfire unless he regained his cool once again. This stuff unfortunately happened commonly though, whenever he thought about his dad and how he had not wanted his son it made him feel enraged. Back when he was a child it made him feel hollow, as he watched all the other kids having fun with their dads he felt disheartened and empty. Of course he had his mother and she was caring but it wasn't like she could provide everything only one parent could. Back when Yori was a child he started to think it was selfish to have two parents and much more love than only one could provide, but now he didn't care. All he wanted was to hurt him for making him feel so bad. Counting to ten he calmed his nerves and continued his training.
"All I have to do now is form the handseals and use my chakra up in the correct way." Like before Yori closed his eyes and waited patiently to use the technique. Within his stomach his chakra was churning, as this sort of technique was performed along with the use of one's stomach. Inside he could feel a rotating motion as his handseals were perfectly coordinated and on point. I'm going to become stronger...I can do this. Just picture the technique in your head and do it, you can do this! Finishing the last seal he took a deep inhale. "Water Style: Bubble Beam!" like before he shouted the technique's name.
The moment Yori finished the technique you could see how he sucked in his gut. Upon releasing it a platoon of bubbles escaped his puckered lips. Aiming his mouth to the air, the bubbles flew at accelerated speeds into the big blue sky. The appearance of each individual bubble was extravagant but to Yori they weren't that impressive. Similar to his last technique, this one went off without a hitch. So far Yori was doing well but for a genin to learn D ranked techniques was nothing to brag about. He was beginning to debate whether or not he should proceed with learning more D ranked skills or moving up a level. Eventually he would have to take a break at the rate he was losing his chakra.
The user will start with a few handseals before being able to release a stream of bubbles from his mouth. These bubbles will shoot at good speed towards the target, and will explode upon contact causing them to flinch. A skilled Suiton user can make the bursting of those bubbles rather painful.
➟Yori sat down for awhile so he could rest up a bit and regain some chakra. The next technique he would attempt to master would be an entire rank up, C ranked to be exact. If he didn't take a break it would prove disastrous for his health, ninja couldn't always rely on ninjutsu but so far that was all Yori could rely on. He was still new to the shinobi lifestyle so it would of course take some getting use to. "This place is still empty...my kind of training area. Looks like I'll be enjoying my time here after all, Kumogakure ain't such a bad place. This place sure does have it's losers and annoying adults that make me want to bash my own face in...but all in all it's a pretty alright place. I look forward to my future here after all...although I wonder why mom was so reluctant in coming here. Ah who cares about that, all that matters is that I get stronger. One day I'll make my way to the top and become an awesome shinobi!" While Yori was talking to himself about his future fantasies he didn't realize that the morning was passing by, pretty soon the place would be crowded with other shinobi from the village. Getting up determined and ready to train some more, Yori took one of the water bottles and took the cap off. The kid then proceeded to dump all of the water on his head. It's pretty hot out today, glad I brought all of these things.
Yori took out the scroll and began to read it, his eyes shifted upwards until he found the perfect technique. "This one ought to be good, I'm sure this one will be a piece of cake like the others." This ninjutsu only required a few hand seals so he figured it really would be easy, but he'd soon realize that he was wrong. Manipulating the amount of chakra he needed to use the ninjutsu through hand seals, he formed the three desired which were the dragon, tiger, and hare seals. "Water Style: Violent Water Wave!" Yori expected to expel a great deal of water from his mouth after forming said hand seals, and he did, the only problem was how much chakra he had used. Because he put so much chakra into it, he lost control and was pushed back a great distance. Yori's body made a thud-like noise as he hit the ground of the training field, he skid a bit before coming to a complete halt.
"Damn! It shouldn't be this hard to learn a stupid ninjutsu! Evyerything was perfect so what could have possibly went wrong!? God this is so frustrating!" The upset Yori placed both hands against his head and pushed, it looked like he was trying to squish his head. Struggling to accept failure he picked up a water bottle with the cap still on and threw it a good and long distance away from him. "Freaking water ninjutsu! It had to be water, it just had to be! My life frwaking sucks!" As expected, Yori was overreacting and getting upset over nothing. He shouldn't have expected to learn a ninjutsu so easily because he lucked out on the first couple, but he did, and now he was suffering for getting cocky. Ten minutes pass and the boy is still a bit flustered but is willing to try once more. Acting a bit more calm and level headed, just like before, he thought of what he did wrong. The problem was his chakra control, using up too much chakra in one go made the jutsu too powerful which resulted in Yori's lack of control. If he were to use less chakra it would increase the chances of mastering the ninjutsu.
"Don't screw up Yori, you aren't like your failure of a father. Unlike him you'll go places and become a legendary ninja known all across the land." Focusing on the ninjutsu once again, he formed the necessary hand seals. Like before he used the dragon, tiger, and hare seals which were required. The young genin could feel the chakra flow within his stomach, this time he was going to repress the amount of chakra he'd use. "Water Style: Violent Water Wave!" From his mouth the young genin expelled just a squirt of water. The problem was pretty self explanatory this time, he didn't use enough chakra and that resulted in the weakened technique. "You've got to be kidding me...you know what? I'm fine. I'm perfectly fine. Great even! This one didn't go as planned but that's alright. Losing your cool will get you no where, just try it again but this time try to stay balanced."
And so Yori tried the technique over and over, losing chakra by the bucket loads. He was beginning to feel severely weakened due to all the chakra that had been lost from his body. At least he was getting the hang of it every time he used the ninjutsu. Just a little more and he'd be well on his way to mastering the technique. Each time seemed like utter failure though, he was either launched out of place or released a small squirt of water. Just when he was on the verge of giving up he'd succeed. "Water Style: Violent Water Wave!" This time he kept the chakra ration balanced and with that came the complete mastery over the jutsu. Releasing the strong jet of water he felt a strong sense of accomplishment, anything the jet came into contact with was either washed away or destroyed entirely. This ninjutsu would most likely become one of the genin's favorites. "HA! I finally did it..." Struggling to stand the young genin felt extreme exhaustion, but the day was just getting started. Eventually he collapsed as he tried to learn more techniques leaving his chakra pool dangerously low. As he awoke from his fainting spell he would spot some nearby shinobi, they were worried about him and were ready to take him to the hospital. "Please reconsider! Your injured badly! Just let us take you to the hospital!" "I don't need your goddamn help so just stay the hell away from me! I'll be...fine!" He was panting, the great lose in chakra tired him out but he'd be alright. He left the premises and the water bottles so he could take a break elsewhere a bit more quiet.
[Exit]
"The hell you looking at?"
Chakra Pool - 25
Attempted Ninjutsu - Suiton: Mizurappa [Water Release: Violent Water Wave]
After forming the needed handseals, the user will expel a strong jet of water from their mouth at their opponent.
Posted: Wed Aug 06, 2014 4:28 pm
«KimiKochou»
Nindo: "Don't get attached to those who will die."
Chakra: 120/120
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Having nothing better to do for a wile, Kimi waited at the training area where he was to meet with his teammates. He sighed a bit at the thoughts of his two team members. He really just hoped they would not be a burden on him and his studies. He opened up a book and started to read laying on the ground as he waited.
-{ Utai was the second to get there, her shoulders flexing and ready to train. Her sensei had told her to meet him in the training grounds, which is the main reason she hadn't left the village just yet. She would leave after the matter, and then train at a place that felt like home to her. Using the clone technique, the first thing they learned turned to be Kanzashi [Piercing Stab] , a kenjutsu that worked well with her demonic sword.
Next, swinging around the sword, she started to learn Tairetsudan [Retreating Tear Sever]. It was a little more difficult then the last, but she would make due. It was still the same, learning sword skills. It required her sword be sheathed for a small period of time, and within that time she would jump forward and make a slash upward. The slash wasn't perfect everytime, so she worked on perfecting that before mastering it completely.
The next one was an interesting skill, Hadan [Rupture]. What intrigued the small girl with learning it, was the fact that it was a organized jumble of slashes that was meant to harm the enemy. Using such sword skills was interesting, learning it. She would have never come up with this technique on her own, and was thankful to know a few books that showed Kenjutsu. After finishing the short training, her clones dispersed and she stood beside... whats his name? .. Her new ally.
Making the necessary hand signs, she was soon joined by an extra three Utai's that mirrored her image. She looked as perfect as always, but that wasn't the point at the moment. Before one of her other selves could get to talking, she ordered them to train immediately. Working along side them, they all took out their swords and began to focus their chakra. It would be the first elemental jutsu they would successfully pull off, but in the end she found it to be everything but futile. Learning the Raiton: Raisentan [Lightning Release: Lightning Tip] was a peace of cake, after all.The next jutsu, Nagare Isou no Jutsu [Current Transfer Skill], was almost just as similar so it didn't take long before she was cutting through a few bamboo sticks for practice. Her other selves took it upon them to practice spar, not that she minded. Sword skills were important after all, but her main fighting skill had to be the ninjutsu style. Her hand seals were faster then anything else. After that, Utai started to meditate for a little while. It was clear to her that concentrating her chakra could lead to greater things. The wind was blowing perfectly, so when all of her stood up and stared at each other they knew precisely what jutsu they'd learn next. Dendou Kariyou no Jutsu [Electric Overdose Technique]. It was a classic, and something the enemy totally would not expect. Practicing on trees, she had the jutsu down in no time at all. Then, Raiton: Sanda- Hakushu [Lighting Release: Thunder Clap] was next. She would use this in situations in the future, but for now it would remain to be a just in case jutsu. This was a fun to learn, because even when she did screw up it still made some sort of sound from the heavens. She felt like a god, the way the sky responded to her quick hand signs. Maybe one day, she'd be one. There was one more simple jutsu she had to get down before pulling out the big guns. Raiton: Raikou Boruto no Jutsu [Lightning Release: Lightning Bolt Technique], which had two ways of going about it. She could make the lightning bolt out of condensed chakra, which was no fun at all. Throwing her hand up and calling out towards the sky, he cries were answered as a lightning bolt burst through and went perfectly in her hand. She smiled and played with the bolt for a while, before allowing it to disappear. Utai was bored; but she was far from being done.. So she decided to learn something; A raiton technique called Call of Lightning. There were a handful of hand signs that go with it, and the technique was dangerous and random. It wasn't one you did with your teammates around, and was a last resort sort of jutsu. Utai practiced the hand signs slowly, and then started to get faster. She didn't emit any chakra into them, only practicing the signs. Finally feeling ready, she started the jutsu and did the required hand signs. Mist started to form, lifting up into the air. It covered most of the area, masking it with what looked like a normal mist. While it lifted off the ground, Kirumi tiredly reached down to eat another rice ball. The cloud was lifting slowly, and she watched and counted silently in her mind while chewing on the rice. So far it took several minutes for it to lift into the air, and she could tell it still had time to go. In that time she memorized the hand seals, going over it over and over without setting it in action. Utai looked up nervously and froze. It started. A loud crackle erupted in the sky, and she watched as a bolt flashed before her eyes, crackling into the water. More bolts started to slam into the ground, and it wasn't until it hit almost directly next to her did she realize that she wasn't safe from the jutsu either. From then on it became a sort of dance, Utai running around the area screeching every time a bolt almost hit her and the bolts attacking randomly around the area. When it was finally over, after ten minutes, Utai collapsed on the path below her. She wanted to say she would never do that jutsu again, but after mastering it she realized that she didn't mind the danger. If she was getting chased by the enemy, it could actually be a real asset to her. The only problem with it is that she had yet to utilize the attacks fully, she couldn't control the lightning yet. And to be honest, she began to wonder if she ever would figure out how to control it. Sighing, she decided that she would try another time. The attack last had blown apart two of her clones, but she demanded to try harder this time. After making the clones appear back, she returned to work just as hard as ever. She wondered if it had to do with the hand signs. Shaping them to fit her needs, she began to slowly apply the chakra into them. Before she knew it, she was surrounded by mist again. This mist made her feel slightly uncomfortable, but she needed to learn to be one with it. As she watched it rise up, she began to think back on her life. The clones next to her also seemed to go into a nostalgic phase of being frozen. To have the affinity of water and lightning meant that she could one day get past the barriers and reach a whole knew level. Storm Release, she heard, was an interesting attack to place upon another person. It fused the two elements together and made something completely knew. However to get this, or create it, Utai will have to concentrate hard on what will be and what used to. Closing her eyes, she imagined the lightning not hitting her. Standing completely still, she wanted to trust the lightning to do it's work. Beside her, she heard a pop. A lightning bolt bursts from the sky and slams down next to her yet she still refused to move. The chakra, she believed, would save her. It would recognize the user and avoid it. Since the jutsu was created to by 4 Utai's meaning the technique would go along four times, it lasted longer than she expected it to. Standing there listening to the clones pop on after another was nerve racking. She wondered if it would be the end for her one day. But it wasn't the end of her at all. When she opened her eyes, she was blessed to see the light shining through. Around her were charred spots that lightning crashed onto, but she didn't mind at all. Smiling, she believed that she was chosen for something bigger. The day was oddly warm, or at least when Utai stepped into the field it was. She expected it to be a little colder out, seeing as the sky had engulfed the sun and left nothing but darkness. Shrugged the backpack off her shoulders, she opened the pack and lightly drew out on scroll. This scroll wasn't a normal learning scrolls, they were just normal, regular scrolls anyone could pick up from the library. They instructed you on how to learn jutsu, not giving you any secret ways or anyway to get through the training quickly. Utai exhaled slowly as she ran her eyes across the first thing she had to learn. It was called Hands of Torture, which she wondered if it would even provide her with some good torture. From the looks of it, after four touches, the enemy dies. In the Exam, this would probably be frowned upon. However, it wasn't uncommon to die in these things. Which was why she was preparing herself, the reason she would prosper into being strong. She read it out to herself: Considered by most to be more of a torture technique then an actual attack the user can lay his hands on his opponent and send several thousands of volts of electricity into the target. Depending how many times a nin has hit the opponent with this will depend on what happens. One time of being hit by this technique causes minor burns, chest constrictions, blurred vision, and overall pain. An additional time of being hit by this any other time during the battle will cause on-site second-degree burns, partial blindness, and an inability to breathe. A third case of exposure will cause a third degree burn on the spot that the hands touched and will cause temporary paralysis. The fourth would bring death, heart failure, or at least Utai believed so. She summoned her clones to help, seven of them. This way they also had practice dummy's to focus on. Getting everything in position, she stood over herself. She examined each and every one of her flaws, because that was the type of person she was. Her pores were too spread out. She needed to do her eye brows. The vain girl stood there for several minutes accessing everything and fixing them individual with her bloodline powers, then writing it down for later so she could continue to keep it up. After doing so, she looked over and noticed her clones already at work. Clone number one was buzzing clone number two. Clone number two was drooling. Clone number three was buzzing clone number four. Clone number four was on the brink of poofing. Clone number five was buzzing clone number six. Clone number six was crying. Clone number seven sat beside Utai, and waited to be attacked like a nice girl. Preparing her hand, she focused her chakra. She felt the jolt move throughout her body, feeling the soul. "Ow. Ow!" Her other self screamed. "This. Hurts. Like. A. Living. Hell!" She screamed in agony before popping. It started a series of the such, making all of her clones pop. Feeling the memories and knowledge that came from the clones, she felt like she had mastered the technique. [Flashback: Cold Days] Winter had rolled its way in, showering the sky and ground with little snowflakes. These snow flakes surprised the girl, she would run out and try to catch them. However, the minute they touched her skin they dried up and left nothing but coolness. Slumming against the orphanage, a young boy noticed her damned attempts and moved to try to help her. "Are you okay?" He would ask, not sure if she was retarded. Utai turned to face the boy, her wide eyes full of hope. "I'm trying to catch the falling snow, wanna help?" She would ask in return. The boy had never seen such a beautiful girl in his life, and being a young boy all he could think about after that was helping her. "My name is Shinsui, by the way." He introduced himself. Utai did the same, and they spent the day playing in the snow until the Head Sister ordered them inside after night fall. This orphanage was composed of her family, and she loved them all so much. Her nickname was Nana. [The Darkest Hour: Part One] I stared into the house, unsure if I should enter or stay there. I could always leave, there was always a possibility. However, they would find me. They would hunt me down and stab me in the back. They would move mountains. They would drain oceans. Her family would go through such extent to make sure she was in their control. The grasp they had on me.. It made me weak. The door slowly started to close, the wind pushing but I pushed back as I entered. The minute both of my feet were in the main foyer the door slammed behind me. The house was big, and cursed. It made me feel fear every time she entered, they told me it was to make me stronger. So that one day, I would grasp the world in my hands and never let go, leaving several bodies in my wake. The wake of destruction. Did I want that? No, it was the last thing I wanted. To be completely honest, if the day ever came where I can crush the world with my hands I'd rather die. To kill myself then and there. My house was almost completely silent, but each step I took there was a creaking noise that let the enemy... My family... Know that I was there. Every day was like this, a constant battle between me and my father. Me and my brother. My mother was dead. Along with the child she would have carried. Now I was left in the hands of the sinners, never escaping. How could I leave? I was a caged bird. [The Darkest Hour: Part Three] I stared into the dark eyes, unable to form my lips to shape the words I needed to reply. His stare was intense, his white eye lashes glittering in the moonlit room. Her father, was what he called himself. His expression was forever stoned into a hateful scowl, something I would never see passed. I looked away from him, unable to hold his gaze any longer as I struggled against the knots. "Where were you." His voice boomed again, this time making me whimper softly. He was a demon when it came down to it, his icy blue eyes piercing through whatever he stared at. He was staring at me. I was a victim. "I was at.. at the cafe..." I was able to gasp out. "Please-" I begged but it reached deaf ears. My blurry vision focused on his face, his pale face. He was dying, not that he knew I knew. The sickness would soon make him succumb to eternal sleep. The wrinkles on his face looked more intense with each time he brought the whip down on my bare chest. A slow smile appeared on my pained expression. This surprised the old man, only making his movements faster. The smile soon wiped from my face, but I couldn't help but be happy on the inside. Only a little though. Once the dead beat was dead, all that was left to torture me was my older brother. He was already converted, but perhaps I could kill him one day. [The Darkest Hour: Part Two] I bumped into a large being, the skin exposed and made me feel icky inside. I knew this feeling, and who the body belonged to. Shinsui, my brother, towered over me with a blank expression. How long ago did the light in his eyes dim? I could almost remember how he used to be. The way he would pick me up when I came home from the academy. The way he teased me at how my hair color was so dull and boring. When I liked a boy, he would threaten me that I would never be able to bring him home. "Otherwise, you'd kill him." I murmured, looking up at him with sad and regretful eyes. Lately, it was always the same blank expression. It no longer twitched or moved, not even when I talked to him. He was tortured to the point where his mind was no longer there, a genjutsu that put him over the edge. I hated to think what nightmares father put him through, but curiosity caught the cat. "What did father show you?" The usual dead chilling voice turned climatic, taking over. It turned shaky, breathy, scratchy. "It was you!" His voice was higher than usual as he grabbed me out of no where, gripping his claws into my skin. "I saw you, watched you getting raped over and over by men. You screamed at first but then you enjoyed it!" He started to laugh slowly," I did too. I enjoyed it. It turned me on seeing your naked body dissected and destroyed!" [The Enlightenment: Future] Below her was the bodies, the ones she wanted to kill and others she didn't. The first body was mangled, almost crushed completely. The blood spilled gave her unimaginable power, not that she realized why. She bent over the first body and a slow sickening smile appeared on her face. The crumbled face of her father stared back at her- of course it was completely unrecognizable. But when you are of blood to someone, you feel that someone. Next to him was the more recognizable brother, that she was a little sad that he died. He was an innocent, didn't do that much to her except mindlessly hitting. Everyone else there was innocent as well. That's what made it so beautiful, the way they laid across each other as one. Their blood running into the others, some would go as far to say it was the best art a woman could ask for. A low laugh erupted from the pit of her stomach, making her feel bubbly and nice inside. This much death, it shouldn't make her happy. She couldn't help it, however. After all those two family members put her through, she was finally free. She no longer had to be a ninja, or train, or kill. This new found freedom made her bend over in happiness. Ding-dong the bastards were dead! However, Nana wanted to continue the road to being a kunoichi. She wanted to learn control over her emotions and powers. There was only one way to do that, and that was to find a master. Or become one. [A Dark Force: The Realization ] Her body moved in rhythm with the heat of the sun, the side of the mountain killing her. Nana was up high, with no shelter such as trees, so the sun took advantage of that and attacked her. She wished she could shove a foot up the sun's a**, making it dark forever but who ever got such a grand opportunity. No one, like ever. She slumped onto her side, a frown plastered onto her face. The girl was born a genjutsu specialist, but playing tricks were not a fun way to win a war. Nana had pride despite everything, and she hated to think that doing things like genjutsu would wound it. Kurama, was in her blood. However she heard of a name that could change that, an ever changing man that could cut into her and make her come out a whole different person with a whole different chakra type. He, however, was supposed to be in a cave. Which meant climbing. However, this disappointment no longer was disappointment, seeing as how her eyes finally landed on the opening to the cave. With a smirk on her face, she crawled against the side and moved on in, welcomed by dark figures. "Is Hashao Joukai here?" She wondered. The men, however didn't seem interested in that. One from the middle removed their hood and stared at Nana as if she was the first sunset of the first day, a beautiful trophy. "No, but we'll show you something even better than that peasant." [A Dark Force: The Pull] Shounetsujigoku, a clan that planned to convert her. She had heard about religious, cult like tribes and this was just one of them. None of the people in the tribe were full blooded Shounetsujigoku, and never acquired the power of the fire, however they could implant it in different shinobi that fit the criteria. Hashao Joukai had gone missing, despite promises to a handful of tribes, and in return for the gift she had to find out what happened to him... eventually. They gave no time limit and she was prepared to span it out for a few years, Nana hated dirty work and investigating things. She didn't know enough to investigate, other than he was the lover of another powerhouse named Kleine. The thought made her imagine Christian, standing over her and exploiting her fears for the worse possible way. She frowned, turning over on the cold table. They had situated her there until they planned to get started. As if they could feel her inpatients, they appeared next to her with their hoods still covering most of their faces. [Present] After all that training, she had sat down to imagine what it would be like to have been brought up differently, if her parents had failed to give her away. She was oddly happy that the orphanage was killed and she was only as messed up as she was at that moment, because otherwise.. well things would be different, wouldn't they? She stood up, exhausted. She had successfully learned a handful of things that will help her in the exam.
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Posted: Fri Aug 08, 2014 5:49 pm
«KimiKochou»
Nindo: "Don't get attached to those who will die."
Chakra: 120/120
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Kikou looked up from his book expecting to see his team's Jonin he was slightly disappointed when he saw that it was just one of the girls on his team alone training. He closed his book after marking the page he was on as he started towatch her. She seemed to be working on swords skills, So she was a Kenjutsu user. He pulled out one of his he pulled out one of his Ninja info card and started to burn information on it with his chakra. It would not hurt to keep records of his teammates abilities on the cards.
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Posted: Sat Aug 09, 2014 4:30 pm
SHIHOBU KAZEKO
~You either die a hero, or you live long enough to see yourself become the villain~
Shihibu jogged lightly onto the training ground seeing the other two already there. She munched down on another onigiri and looked behind her waiting for her sensei. Chewing she thought to herself, 'should have gotten some tea to wash it all down.'
"I believe in my nindo, even as I watch the world from my position as it's shadow, even as I see their smiling faces as I watch others grow stronger each day and see the painful regrets of being too weak, I believe that power is a seed of grief, that each ninja, myself included, takes upon themselves, they make the decision to possibly one day lose themselves in that desire for strength, even if they don't realize it yet."
-Shihobu Kazeko
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Posted: Sun Aug 10, 2014 12:22 pm
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~My name is Kami Naru~ ~I'm a Jonin in the village of Kumogakure~ ~My chakra is currently at 400/400~
"Your past does not make you who you are..."
Kami finally arrived at the training ground and was pleased to see that his entire squad was already here. He finished his sweet bun, swallowing the remains before addressing the three genin. "Okay everybody, gather up." He said, waving them over towards him. "Let's start with introductions, go around and say your name and your specialty." He said to them. Kami wondered how well this was going to work. All these kids seemed like loners and convincing them to work together may prove difficult. He began to think about what training exercises may force them to work as a team as opposed to as individuals.
-{ She stared up towards the sky, barely noticing people had approached until Utai heard a voice. It was her squad leader, who seemed to want them to gather. Doing as he said, she located herself a few feet from him and crossed her arms, her wide eyes staring at him. He seemed charismatic enough, while the others seemed to be distant. Taking the initiative, she opened her mouth first. "The only name I have is Utai. I'm a medical kunoichi, that utilizes the Lightning and Water element." She smiled towards the others, offering a warming aura. }-
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Posted: Sun Aug 10, 2014 2:58 pm
«KimiKochou»
Nindo: "Don't get attached to those who will die."
Chakra: 120/120
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Kikou was glad to see the rest of his team showed up, he wanted to get this over with. He came over when his team's Jonin called them all over. He sighed a bit when he wanted to know there names and specialties and when he heard that Utai was also a medic he was a bit worried, he did not think that the team would have need of two Medical-nin. My name is Kimi Kochou, I suppose my specialties are in poisons and how to cure them, I also work well with calligraphy." He said though he now thinking about it he wished he focused a bit more in combat skills of some sort. He felt he was going to be unneeded now.
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Posted: Sun Aug 10, 2014 7:21 pm
SHIHOBU KAZEKO
~You either die a hero, or you live long enough to see yourself become the villain~
Shihobu waited for the others to gather and listened to their introductions. She chewed taking in their words and then stopped, looking at Utai, and then Kimi as they spoke. 'They're both medical ninja?' She swallowed as her turn came around, and looked at her jonin leader, "Shihobu Kazeko, taijutsu and bukijutsu." She cleared her plate and finished the rest of her food quickly. She wondered if any of the other two had abilities that could help protect themselves in combat.
"I believe in my nindo, even as I watch the world from my position as it's shadow, even as I see their smiling faces as I watch others grow stronger each day and see the painful regrets of being too weak, I believe that power is a seed of grief, that each ninja, myself included, takes upon themselves, they make the decision to possibly one day lose themselves in that desire for strength, even if they don't realize it yet."
-Shihobu Kazeko
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Posted: Mon Aug 11, 2014 10:39 pm
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~My name is Kami Naru~ ~I'm a Jonin in the village of Kumogakure~ ~My chakra is currently at 400/400~
"Your past does not make you who you are..."
Kami nodded as each of the young genin introduced themselves, taking into account each of their skills. He realized that it was indeed his turn to introduce himself. "Well, I'm Kami and I specialize in bukijutsu, especially the way of the katana." He said, drawing his sword from its sheath and holding it out in front of him, holding onto it with both hands. He then stuck it into the ground in front of him, picking up a stick roughly the same size as his katana. "And now for your first test. You must all work as a team in order to accomplish this task otherwise you will fail." He adjusted himself into a battle stance, holding the stick in front of him like a katana. "Your task is simple, all you have to do is pull my sword from the ground." He said as he prepared for the genin to rush the sword, ready to knock them away.
-{ As everyone introduced themselves, she realized that they really had no use for her on the team. Technically speaking, that was. However, if the boy wanted to be a complete medical shinobi then she would simply use her other skills to help the team succeed. How difficult would that be? The girl's intro was nice, and then their leader decided to take out a long stick and order us to do something. The worst part was that it had to be together. Utai's speed was exceptional, but how would they communicate without speaking out loud? Sensei would easily hear what they were speaking of, and counter without any thought. If they all attacked together, however, there would be a chance. She looked over to see if the others understand and pulled out her katana. Would they be ready? She waited for a few seconds before going all out. Jumping towards him, she stopped a few centimeters away and slashed out towards him fast. Stopping her sword half-way through the slash, she moved her body to appear behind him and used the hilt to beat down on his shoulder. }-
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enough to see yourself become the villain~
