Silence watched the Chakra blade grow longer, and started to lean back from the table. As he leaned back, the tapping stopped. Whisper had complied the transformation. Silence rolled backwards off the chair and onto his feet, watching the blade. "you know... it can seem rather threatening if you hold a big old blade like that." Silence yawned. "Whats your name, by the way? I'm Silence." ran his hands threw his hair slowly.
Unknown to anyone except Silence, Whisper had taken on the form of the girl who Silence was talking too. She has copied her extactly down to her DNA with their clan jutsu. "What better way to learn then to do" Whisper thought to herself. The transformation had drained whisper slightly. Slowly she sank into Silences body, traveled up, and into his head. once in his head, her lips slid out under Silences hair, and she whispered softly into his ear. "Take the mask..."Afterwards she slipped back down and repositioned herself on his chest, again under the shirt.
Silence casually reached under his shirt and took hold of Whispers mask, the mask of the girl who is talking too, And looks at it,. "ah, here it is! I thought I lost this!" Silence lied. He didn't want the girl to know he just trained a jutsu, using her as a guinea pig. Silence slides the mask into his pocket.
Whisper slides round to Silences back, and casually falls to sleep. all unseen by the others around them.
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Artemis somewhat ignored the bit about the mask though she smiled at the bit about being threatening. "Isnt that the point of something like that. Intimidation plays a role in quite a few aspects of our world. Entire battles can be one without throwing a punch if you play your cards just right, correct?"She said as she examined the blade on her hand, before shutting it off with a closing of her hand. She had a few more jutsu on her list to study but a big one involved chemistry. She didnt want to be playing with potentially lethal poisons in the middle of a room with people in it, so she just waited and watched the person in the mask for a few moments. " Artemis....Sooo are you doing an evaluation on me or somthing? Most people that wear masks either have something to hide or are a part of the special forces in most villages..."She said, full aware that there were in fact missions to evaluate genin on a case by case basis.
Silence openly chuckled at this. "Evaluation..? Who's to say I'm not wearing the mask just cos I feel comfortable in it?" Silence sits back down and places his hands in front of him, his fingers intertwined. " Then again, if I was some Special force, I wouldn't tell you anyway, would I? Silences Eyes twitch behind the mask and focus on the bird. "Whats with the chicken? "
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The bird itself looked rather insulted. It gave a huff in the boys direction and turned its back to him, moving on her shoulder a bit further back. "Shes not a Chicken...Shes a falcon, though some call them duck hawks. Shes my team mate as well so I'd imagine shes at your paygrade in fact..." She retorted calmly, tapping her fingers on the table a bit irritably but still mostly calm. "I suppose you could just like the mask, yeah. Doesn't that limit your peripheral vision though?"
Silence laughs openly at the birds reaction. "Chicken, Duck, falcon! who cares. Long as its useful right?" Silence slams his hands down on the table as he stands up. " if you want to know if it ruins my peripheral, come find out!" Silence turns and starts walking towards the stairway, a spring in his step. And don't forget the chicken! REaching the stairs, silence steps down and heads towards the Dojo.
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She sat there thinking on it for a few, while the boy was walking away. She tapped her fingers on the desk a few times before standing up and speaking loud enough for her voice to carry. "What are your terms then? You come in and pick a fight, so what will your terms be for this little pissing contest of sorts?" Her quiver rattled when she stood up, causing her to make a mental note to devise something to silence that particular item. That could easily give her away in a fight if she wasnt careful.
Silence hears the comment and holds for a moment. More like I just want someone to train with as my sister is sleeping." Silence shrugs, carries on. "By the way, I can hear you a mile off." He begins to walk again, and exits the academy.
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"I see...Very well then."she said collecting her gear and following him toward the dojo. She didnt like that the boy was calling her bird a chicken, but quirks were quirks, and she could tell he was trying to push her buttons. She was rather good at staying calm, for the most part anyway. She exited the academy with a few thoughts in mind for later.
He was frying something. But was it what he wanted to fry? Nope. It was a pile of snakes. His eyebrows wound go inward. She got away from him. With a substitution jutsu of all things. Now he was getting more irritated than anything. Maybe he was going to have to turn it up a notch. He was about to start getting serious real soon. These games that he was playing were now out the window. But where was she. That was when he felt a presence behind him his eyes darted to his Peripheral corner of his vision. She got behind him. He really didn't have much time to react to that. After he was struck in his back by the giant fan he would ride the momentum as he tumbled across the ground.
His hand his hand flashed the seals and his hand cackled in the white electricity as he stopped Using his shoulder blades to kick himself back up his hand aimed for her. These electric needles would go forth and do his bidding. He was not looking to harm her. What he was aiming for was to pin her to the wall. That fact that she had the loose fitting clothing made this a very easy task for him. If she moved he would adjust his trajectory to clip them. Maybe she should wear something tighter. It was not hard to hit a moving target for him. Hopefully he caught her. He can only hold back for so long and take her head. He like her but he also hated losing. So when push comes to shove. You get the idea.
His blade would beam in white lighting that signified his clan. He was ready to dish out what ever was coming his way ten fold. He was ready for her.
Jutsu Used Chidori Senbon [ Thousand Birds Needles ] A Rank
Raiton: Shiroi Yaiba [ Lightning Release: White Blade ] D Rank = C Rank
Items Used Steel Wire Kunai
Redera Issun
I am sooo sorry boo! Please forgive me. If I am ever going to be gone this long again I will let you know ahead of time.
This was why certain things weren't meant to be. The sleuth of movement. Manner of pragmatic approach. It all came out like she was about to spill a vein.
But was it worth it now? He had slipped past her trick shot. Reappeared before her eyes almost instantaneously and the whip rod of his lightning, ontop of the raining streams of other electricity making everything a hard picture to follow. The fact that he utilized everything to become lightning (or so she thinks), had her confused. A look of taut depreciation instead dominated her will to never lose farce for Yanyu, as per usual, didn't go about doing things so carelessly. When one door closed, another one opens. Growing up the way she did, Yanyu always accounted for failures. So if Rikio were to flip tables, then so could she without consequence as well.
Quickly she had cut off the snakes from her sleeves, leaving the bulk of their mass to slither where they were suspended for the seconds they were in midair. Then the shocks of lightning coursed through her body and the kunai marred her face. . . . Fuuton: Shunshin no Jutsu [ Wind Release: Instant Movement Technique ] Rank: D [Training 1/3]
Almost at once, her form fried and sizzled closest to a gruesome end. Or did it? In the prior seconds before, she was spending more chakra as well as investing her chakra nodes to expand to her feet for better circulation to address to two jutsus. The substitution was the first to to come into ploy and it vanished immediately after it revealed itself to be the array of fried snakes Yanyu had severed from her hold earlier. [2/3] Their masses were certainly enough for her substitution. Immediately after the vanishing and from behind her opponent she appeared. Allowing her form to travel with the wind--A burst of gust with a follow up of a slash had targeted at his back with her iron ribbed war fan. Though it would be a shallow wound if it hit, there was enough force behind it to have him stagger or cringe for a good time. With his back now bare after all, how will he take it?! Her malice had ridden her here, and with the fusion of accommodating wind to her dash, will he finally be caught?
^Previous Training Post for Wind Shunshin [2/3] ^
Her fan had hit him. Sliced his back even as he took it to then stunt off in a risky maneuver. The weight was there but precision was somewhat shaky. Heh. It's hard to make hold of footsteps they tried following. But he somehow managed. The gaze in her eyes were none warmer than the rush of his light needles pinning her against the nearest wall like that of a paper on a bulletin board. The outer layer of her kimono had suffered it's unfortunate end. The pins secure and rigid. Her one sleeve twisted where she couldn't even lash out another secret. Her fan was just below her feet after attempting to deflect the other array, thereby saving her other arm while the majority of her was still stuck. Still against these odds, the woman only drew in her mind channel in. This was past the point of discussion. With her suspended like some straw ragdoll, someone had to end up gushing.
[After image -- ] "..Ooh..you've done it now...." Her eyes almost rolled back to show white. But it was just her way of showing the era of hidden rage. High class, living around these low-lives. Whenever the situation presented a new problem for her Yanyu could only be motivated to push against it. Her eyes cut in almost every direction as if she was exhibiting a bit of frantic action. What was the most efficient cost with just one arm? Then her entire form almost blurred. Flashed even before it disappeared. Just an inch next to her after image was the original Yanyu. Four lightning senbon piercing through one of her shoulders, forearm, and two on the sides of her torso. Blood of course trickling from her lithe fingers. Even with the side step she had done to circumvent herself from being snared, Yanyu had to reciprocate the time with proper consequence. He was just faster. Even when she had faciliated the Wind Shunshin movement. Yanyu only barely escaped. Taking four out of the many Senbon.
But that didn't stop her at all. Thunderous drums almost bellowed in the eyes that locked on his very soul. It pained her still. Her tissues felt fried and it still sent her surges of sheer pain. But she wouldn't show it. Moving one arm would have the other trembling. It felt like being nailed. Which, she did, somewhat. She said nothing for this round. Stalling, to return her rotary movements in recovery time. Though her legs were still able to function. This would be the first major wound she would suffer in this round. Which only meant that she was going to end this soon through her own means. Raising her shaking arm, she grabbed at the pin of lightning. The jolt of it felt like it was burning her hand and shocking her alone. Leaving them in would probably cause her a lot of potential nerve damage, right? That would mean going to Apollo for a check up.
She wasn't gonna let that happen. Biting her teeth; Yanyu wasn't gonna live like this. "Kuugk!" With diamond-like motivation and will, she pulled out the lightning spear with chakra imbued in her hands to then have it disperse. But that was just from her shoulder so that it wouldn't inflict pain on it still. Three more still stuck. The visage of a homely Japanese woman was gone. In her face marred the years of darkness she where all the evil had risen over the years. Her worthy adversary was not looking at a woman. Only a demon. Blood soaked and blossomed where she had pulled out the last nail. Her hand even bloodier, twitching at this point from the discharge and even smoking from the burnt wisp.
"I'll get to you in just a minute." He wasn't in the darkness. He was in sight now.
Fuuton: Shunshin no Jutsu [ Wind Release: Instant Movement Technique ] Rank: D Official Description: Nearly exactly like the Maruton version of Shunshin no Jutsu, this one lifts the user into the air, allowing for atmospheric travel for the same distance. Guild Description: See Official Description. Usable thrice per battle, including the other versions of Shunshin.
[Mirror Image :: Taijutsu Style]] Side Image Complex :: Rank E Transparent afterimage. The user will sidestep an attack, leaving an afterimage to take the blow. Because the move will whiff through the image, the attacker will likely be confused or offset. This technique is most effective against Taijutsu or weak, close range, Ninjutsu.
Clutching his headband to his chest for a few moments Takashi inspected the thing. The emblem of Otogakure emblazoned ever so heavily upon it, an alliance he found himself in when he refused the life of Kirigakure-nin so long ago. Sighing he took the headband and applied it to his right arm as an armband, tying it into the sleeve of his garment before looking around the academy grounds. For a genin he was old, twenty-six years of age, but his skills were far from non-existent. At best one could say they were dulled, and in need of honing. To this end he would begin from the basics. Thrusting his hand forward he began to ball chakra into his palm, twisting the energy around with unconscious thoughts before forcing it into the index finger. This finger he would thrust forward into a training target, scorching the outer layers of it gently. Control, the first virtue. [1/1: Technique Learned: Katon: Ichi]
Takashi kept the energies swirling within his palm and softly withdrew his hand from the target. His mind focused on the minute amount of chakra he was funneling, keeping it in the realm of certainty. He would now extend his middle finger alongside his index finger, the flames spreading a little more around his hand, showing blue flames at all but the fingertips. These two points were white in comparison to the rest of his hand, almost showing more of a silver tinge than pure white. As he inspected this a thin smile crawled over his face, replaced momentarily by a frown. This would have been all he would have needed to take down his opponent in the foreign lands, but he took above the requirement in his emotion fueled actions. [1/2] He felt the first tinge of what it was like to be his brother.
Taking a closer inspection of his hand he eventually closed his eyes as his thoughts caught up to him. He neared the target once more, this time he made several motions. The first was a press to the throat of the training doll, the second a thrust to it's heart, the third a thrust into its shoulder joint. The 'attacks' all connected and scorch marks though the outer layer of straw could be seen, exposing the filling beneath in those three places. Opening his eyes Takashi nodded his approval, remanding himself for the momentary lapse of guilt. [2/2 Technique Learned: Katon: Ni]
"Fire is the element of passion and restraint, as well as reckless abandon and fury. Dependent upon who wields her, her bounty is our expression. Our lifeline, our deathstroke." The Oto-genin spoke as he turned his eyes to focus on a figure he had noticed slink into the academy behind him. [1/3] It wasn't unlike the other Otogakure Shinobi to be wary of him. A year prior he had appeared in nothing but some travel-worn clothing, a well maintained and ornate Nagamaki upon his back. No links to any village had been worn, shown, or were even readily assumable from his demeanor and accents. He seemed every part the foreigner. Now though, he stood, showing hidden talent in the ways of the shinobi as he maintained the balance of the chakra, spreading the same power and strength into the fingers of his opposing hand. The same blue flames wrapped around his hands, with silver-white flames at the fingertips. [2/3] In a quick succession of action the shinobi moved on a second target, thrusting both fingers into the eyes of the doll, scorching the outer layers of the straw before he removed them. As soon as they were drawn back he threw one into the ribcage of the doll, thrusting upwards as he did so to dig under the bones and cause more internal stress. The remaining hand then thrust into the sternum of the target, singing a straight line down it's chest and stomach before he removed himself from it. As he moved away, never turning his back fully on the target he looked once more into it's eyes and thrust both hands for it's throat, burning across what would be the windpipe. [3/3 Technique Learned: Katon: San]
Takashi exhaled, recentering his chakra for a few breaths before he looked at the first target once more, followed by the second. The possibilities of these techniques was quiet obviously there, but they were not enough for him. There was not enough damage or ability to truly burn in his flames at this moment, yet, had that not been his goal? He was working on his levels of restraint and now found himself at the level where restraint needed to be tempered with urgency.
Chakra danced along his right arm once more and he began focusing it into a more condensed form into his right index and middle fingers, throwing his hand out slightly he turned to face the target. Running forward onwards toward it he leapt up to give it a kick to the back of it's head, positioning himself behind it with an aerial adjustment. Coming to a landing he lowered his center of gravity and widened his stance, eyes set for the kill. His hand twitched with blue flames as he drew it backwards, twisting his hand out to make a blade of the fingers before curling the pinky and ring fingers inward, clenching them under his thumb.
His palm and fingers would then thrust home, striking the back of the doll's neck, just off to the side of the post that held it up, flames would dance from chakra and into reality from along the trail Takashi pushed his hand into the straw and filling materials. Mere seconds after this strike his hand would be seen on the opposing side of the target, singing the material open and soon thereafter igniting it. Withdrawing his hand he kicked the dirt up from around his feet and moved around in front of the doll to see just how badly it had damaged. [3/3 Technique Learned: Katon: Shi]
Takashi had managed to keep the levels of chakra bound within his hands in check for some time now, yet it began to catch up to him and he found himself sweating at the scorching tempest he maintained. Still he dared to push on, stretching his control of body and mind onward. Months had passed since he had used his skills, Otogakure had been a hard place to be a shinobi in during recent events. The flaming glow of chakral lines spread along his arm as he began to mould the energies once more into his right hand. [1/4]
The struggle in maintaining the charge of chakra in his hand quickly faded, the strain lessening as the white flames expanded. Katsuhiro leaned his head downward and looked up from under his eyebrows at the target, pulses of his chakra materialization raising from his arm as he inspected the last of it's frame, the light flames licking across it. Looking down to his hand he flexed it in curiosity, seeing the luminescence of the fire at his palm dimming as he closed his hand, extinguishing it entirely. [2/4]
"Of course, fire is the tempest, yet she is easily suffocated. She can consume all of the air around herself, destroying not only the environ around her, but her own life with it. It is the responsibility of us who use her to remember this. To control her, to guide her, and not to be extinguished with her." He told himself as he thrust his hand down, opening it once more for his wrist and fingers to suddenly become coated in flames once more. [3/4]
As he finished his monologue he looked to the target and took one step forward, thrusting his hand into the chest of the target, flames instantly leaping from himself to the target. The ball of flaming chakra instantly took the training target in a conflagration of inextinguishable flames. As it took leave of him and his hand the ball bowed out, pushing energies back into the genin who gave a start and danced back ever so carefully. His eyes carefully followed the glamour of the flames for a few heartbeats before he turned his back on the target, looking to the skyline.
"The flames of war and the heart of the warrior are one. It is my job to stoke the flames, to control and mould them to my will, and never let my opponents outdo me. Is this the message you have for me?" He asked himself, the warrior spirit of his blood roiling at his questions. [4/4 Technique Learned: Katon: Go]
A breath passed the Genin's lips, the scent of ozone heavy upon his breath as the Katon element swirled within his lungs, along his spine, and down his arms. Dancing lines of blue chakra flame could be seen swirling off of his arms, parading in a spiral pattern. As he took another breath in the flames would be seen expanding, fueled by the fresh oxygen he brought within himself. Takashi opened his eyes, gazing off into the distance, as suddenly a blue ball of Katon flames surrounded himself. Exhaling once again the man brought himself to words as the spiralling flames around him took a red hue. [1/2]
"And the goddess breathed from her ephemeral lips the gift of fire, giving life to the soul within the flesh her brother had created. This gift of flame would be our guiding star, it too would be our tempered shield. A gift of an age long forgotten, but forever present." The shinobi spoke, holding his hand forward to touch the flames, watching them spiral away from his fingers like water in a running stream. [2/2 Technique Learned: Katon: Kyuuka no Jutsu [ Flame Sphere Technique ] ] [Those I'm Interacting With]
"But the Human Spirit, being confined in the imperfect body of our Goddess' brother's make, were driven to warlike tendencies. We sought to empty the blood and souls of our enemies. As such we began to take the gift of the Goddess in vain. So she struck from us any hope of immortality and made us plain." Takashi spoke plainly, his reverence to his hymns quite obvious with each stanza spoken. [1/2]
Reaching further into the swirls of flaming chakra the man gripped at the raw power and ripped it away, as if it were a veil separating him from the reality of the moment. All Takashi wanted at this moment was to clear his mind and soul of the thoughts that plagued them, the truth of the faded reality all around them. Ripping away his shroud of flames they tore back around him, clinging along his forearms, upper arm, and across his shoulders, giving him the illusion, if only for a few moments, of infernal wings spread among his spine. Eyes closing he whispered a smaller prayer of recognition to the Goddess and turned his eyes towards the sky. [2/2 Technique Learned: Katon: Nenshou Tosshin [ Burning Rush ] ]
"Feeling as if she had been too unkind in her removal of our gift, the Goddess gave us a chance to reclaim our powers. Those who truly warranted the power would be given it in times of need, and often this was shown in times of war. Though an awful wane was placed upon us, a cursed item were we to never touch, yet in our irreverence to the Goddess did we do so. We cannot resist our temptations as humans, no we cannot. And as one of us took charge of the forbidden item, were all granted power. Though this power is an accursed thing, especially for an esteemed few." As the shinobi spoke the power waning around his body shifted once more, it's entirety moving off to the right side of his body, bounding and leaping from his frame as if crackles from a bonfire. [2/4]
"Our curse lies in our hatred and in our choice. To be removed of choice is our only salvation, yet it is something none of us would ever give willingly, as it was something the Goddess herself gave us. Her begotten child to earth was the greatest of us and lead us once into a time of peace. But such a life, one of peace, a Shinobi as I could not live." Takashi spoke as he let his devotional come to an end. The flames growing and licking around his arm as he took eyes to a target. [3/4]
Thrusting himself upon the target he rose his dominate arm high into the sky, the flames around it began to grow and crackle, extending past his open palm. As he came down there was a definite hissing to the air and the remainder of the target would be found in pieces, flaming from the assailing force the genin had placed upon them. As he stood, now a few strides away, his body was rigid, fixed, with the winds blowing against him. His back remained turned to the target, and after a few burning seconds the blade of Katon faded away, as well as the rest of the flames that had enveloped his shoulders and body. Even the hint of power at his chakral lines faded away from him now. [4/4 Technique Learned: Katon: Daitou no Jutsu [ Long Sword Technique ] ]
