Posted: Tue Sep 15, 2009 12:28 pm Post subject: The Flowing River
The water was cold. The air held little wisps of heat as it returned to cold. The damp earth was cold to bare feet. The stone was cold from a night of deep darkness. In the grey light of the early morning, the sun had not reached out from the clouds. The air hugged her tight, slowing her muscles. The water slipped in and out of her pores, shocking her nerves. The soft splashing lulled her into security and the rushing water dulled her sense of hearing. The river was a serene place; a haven for the water-loving shinobi. She had trained many times in this river, learning almost all of her techniques that involved water. It was time to train once more.
She could feel the demon writhing within. She could feel it waiting to break the surface. She would not allow it to. She dipped her head below the river's surface, letting her long hair float above. The light reflecting off of the water gave a distorted view of the world above. Her breath came out in small bubbles every once in a while. She had done this training many times, and unlike most warriors learned how to fight under water as well. She was not sure how she learned; nobody had taught her. It seemed like instinct for the Water Country girl.
She waited. More bubbles escaped through her nose, cracking the surface. Just a few inches from the surface she could feel her lungs groaning for air. She closed her eyes, and allowed herself to relax and sink further into the river. The river was not deep at this point; only eight feet down and she felt the bottom scrape against her legs.
She waited more. Had five minutes passed? It was difficult to tell. The rushing water moved in a endless cycle; nothing could be measured underneath the water. It was not far from her life; she had lived in a cycle of killing than regret, arrogance than killing and regret. It was the life of a warrior who should not have become a warrior. It was tiring, and it would have to end some day. But it could not be today.
She stopped waiting. She floated up and broke her head against the surface. She did not allow herself to gasp for air; she slowly breathed out from her mouth and took steady, deep breaths. Her heart pounded for the much needed air and her lungs expanded and contracted for dear life.
OOC: Learned-
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Name: Underwater Breathing
Type: Taijutsu
Rank: D
Requirements: None
Description: This is a simple taijutsu technique that allows for elongated stamina when underneath water. This increases the time that one can stay underwater. As one increases in rank, the time will increase as well. After Chuunin, streneous activity can be done while under water without a huge loss of stamina.
Roleplaying Characters: Syra Ozanaru RPG Stats: Shinobi Rank: Village: Kirigakure No Sato Fame: 5000 Reputation: Training Points: 3375 Inventory: Nezic Hsm, Vorcrist, 5x Tekagi, Katana, Weapon Scroll, Chain, Daggers
She rose and clambered out of the water onto the sand bed that sided the river. Her clothes clung to her body, the black shirt and pants thin so they would not weigh her down during training. She wore no shoes, instead preferring her bare feet to propel her in the water and on land. Her soles were tough from training, day after day for the past 18 years.
She looked over at the sand, and ran her hand over them. The grains were a dull white, dressed like a dry powder against the gurgling water. She wondered... She breathed in, and exhaled out. She breathed in once more, and spit out a gallop of water. It spread over the sand, a clear film against the grains. She wiped her hand over it, feeling it slip unless she gave it chakra. A smile crept onto her face; the rumours of this silly jutsu were true.
OOC: Learned
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Name: Slippery Water
Type: Ninjutsu
Rank: E-rank
Requirements: Suiton as one of your elements
Description: The user spits water onto the ground and using chakra makes it extra slippery. Primary Suiton users are not effected by the slipperiness. Secondary users slip but it isn't as slippery. No users fall down hard.
Roleplaying Characters: Syra Ozanaru RPG Stats: Shinobi Rank: Village: Kirigakure No Sato Fame: 5000 Reputation: Training Points: 3375 Inventory: Nezic Hsm, Vorcrist, 5x Tekagi, Katana, Weapon Scroll, Chain, Daggers
Name: Suiton: Mizu Bunshin no Jutsu - Water Clone Technique
Type: Ninjutsu
Rank: C
Requirements: None
Description: The water clone technique is a simple ninjutsu that creates a replication of the user with a physical body. Because it isn't purely illusionary, it can attack and use ninja techniques, just like the shinobi themselves, but it still disperses into a puddle of water when it takes a hit. The clones created by this technique only possess one tenth of the user's physical ability and chakra level and they are unable to go far from the user or utilize ninja techniques of a rank higher than C, which limits them a lot, but a smart shinobi can make a lot of use out of them. Any special weapons the user may have had on them when using this jutsu will be copied partially, losing any special qualities the original has and only having the same power as a common weapon of that type.
Onryou had watched as the great jounin Syra spat out liquid. He had heard that she was willing to teach the young ones of Kirigakure, and had come along the road to where she was supposedly training. "Perhaps she could teach me a few things." he thought while observing her, walking closer and closer to her position.
The jounin was stunningly beautiful, long, deep black hair and wonderful eyes. Her thin structure was covered by magnificient robes, something that would give her status away to onlookers. As he got closer he noticed her pale, angular face. A smile stretched across it, as if she found something funny.
Finally as Onryou reached her, he introduced himself saying, "I am Onryou. I was told that you were holding lessons. I don't mean to intrude...but I am in need of training." He awaited her response, suprised that he could be so calm in such a presence. _________________
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Roleplaying Characters: Onryou Mokutou No RPC No 3rd RPC No 4th RPC RPG Stats: Shinobi Rank: C-Rank Chuunin Village: Kirigakure Fame: 0 Reputation: Training Points: 250 Inventory: 10 kunai, 15 shuriken, 30ft of wire on a spool, 2x small bottle of water, Katana
OOC: *Cough* Not wearing the robes, said that in the second post.
IC: " In need of training... I heard a new batch of recruits were still here in the village." She turned around, and peered at him with her large eyes. She rose to her feet to display her size; she was a giant in comparison to this shinobi. Easily a head and a half shorter and maybe even lighter. He had the eyes of a child and the look of innocence spread across his unmarred face.
She looked down to her own, bare hand. Thousands of white criss-crossing scars left a unsightly visage. Wounds from thousands of cuts from learning to wield weapons, stopping blows to protect others, even hitting something hard enough to leave her skin broken. She sighed, and left her body weaken, falling backwards into the water. The water splashed around her and flew up into the air, dropping into a widespread spray.
She floated on her back, kicking every once in a while to propel herself in lazy circles. " So, what is it that you wanted to learn?" Her voice was muffled as the water that sidled her face would submerge her mouth if she turned too fast or kicked too hard. Roleplaying Characters: Syra Ozanaru RPG Stats: Shinobi Rank: Village: Kirigakure No Sato Fame: 5000 Reputation: Training Points: 3375 Inventory: Nezic Hsm, Vorcrist, 5x Tekagi, Katana, Weapon Scroll, Chain, Daggers
OOC: whoops. Also, is she still missing an arm? If not I apologize for mentioning it in this post.
IC:
Onryou stood in awe as the jounin rose before him, easily dwarfing him. It was not until now that he noticed how distruaght her body was. Scars abound, marking endless battles. One of her arms was also missing. He watched as she fell into the water, splashing multiple droplets around. A few of the droplets landed upon his cheeks, and he raised a hand to wipe them away.
"For now, I'd like to learn the mizu bunshin technique." The water rippled from Syra's movement as he spoke, catching what little light there was and reflecting it into the atmosphere. "Would she still offer to teach if she new of my past," he wondered, thinking back to the abandonment of his own father. In honesty he had not thought much about that incident recently, but something about this moment brought about an introspective proposition.
He stood lost in thought as the jounin swam gently on her back. He could still see the deranged look on his father's face. The man had given up before his time, and Onryou couldn't forgive such a blatant act of cowardice. He shook his head to releave himself of the thought, and kneeled down at the base of the river. Running his hand through the water he watched as the ripples he created interacted with the ripples of the swimming jounin, jumbling the water in front of him, jumbling his very image in the waters surface.
"So, will you teach me?" _________________
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Roleplaying Characters: Onryou Mokutou No RPC No 3rd RPC No 4th RPC RPG Stats: Shinobi Rank: C-Rank Chuunin Village: Kirigakure Fame: 0 Reputation: Training Points: 250 Inventory: 10 kunai, 15 shuriken, 30ft of wire on a spool, 2x small bottle of water, Katana
OOC: Yes; she uses a prosthetic from time to time but not right now.
IC: " Well... Let's see..." She spoke, thoughtful, as the sound of lapping greeted her ears. She spun about, her head facing the boy and getting close to shore. She craned her neck upwards, a desperate attempt to peer at his face once more. She let her head relax and decided she would speak into the sky.
" You know how to use bunshin... But do you know how to use your water chakra? That's all there is too it." She rose her arm from underneath the water's surface. The perpendicular appendage formed hand seals, mimicking what would be used. The fingers moved slow, deliberate enough for him to understand. " Follow my hands carefully and follow along. Draw your chakra and try to draw your elemental affinity. Try to be one with the water; let it occupy your thoughts. Once you think you're ready, release it into a burst while thinking about clones. Make sure to focus as well; if you have something else on your mind you won't be able to do it." Roleplaying Characters: Syra Ozanaru RPG Stats: Shinobi Rank: Village: Kirigakure No Sato Fame: 5000 Reputation: Training Points: 3375 Inventory: Nezic Hsm, Vorcrist, 5x Tekagi, Katana, Weapon Scroll, Chain, Daggers
"Easy enough," figured Onryou as he carefully watched her perform the needed seals. He followed along slowly, memorizing the seals needed instantly. He performed them a few times slowly, without chakra manipulation, each time building up more speed until he could do them quickly. Once he was confident in his speed with the seals, he began to mold chakra into them, thinking of the stillness and calm of water.
Releasing the built up energy, Onryou's memory flashed with a picture of his father's delapedated state. Water bubbled up next to him, trying desperately to form his own image. The clone burst before even being fully formed, much to Onryou's distress. He popped his knuckles and shook his head, hoping to free his mind of his troublesome memory.
Again he performed the seals and tried to free his mind. This time the clone formed, but had only one arm. It stood for a second before bursting back into water. Onryou looked up at his teacher, shocked but still aware of his mistake. He had obviously thought of her physical state just before releasing, and thus ruined the jutsu.
"I apologize" he said. "Somehow I can't seem to clear my mind." _________________
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Roleplaying Characters: Onryou Mokutou No RPC No 3rd RPC No 4th RPC RPG Stats: Shinobi Rank: C-Rank Chuunin Village: Kirigakure Fame: 0 Reputation: Training Points: 250 Inventory: 10 kunai, 15 shuriken, 30ft of wire on a spool, 2x small bottle of water, Katana
Zacara sat in the shade of a large tree near the water's edge. He had arrived silently, without drawing any attention to himself what so ever. Surely, Syra knew of his presence, yet the young shinobi wouldn't have a clue. His eyes were closed, and his cloak and mask were on the ground beside him. It was rare to ever see him without his cloak on nowdays, but at the moment, he was trying to relax a bit. His arms were crossed ove rhis chest, and for once, his daggers were not attached to his arms.
"You know Syra, you didn't exactly make it easy to follow after you..."
Zacara grinned, kepping his eyes closed. He had become quite accustomed to the kiss of the mist on his skin in his time living in kiri. The opportunity to enjoy it was a luxury that he did not often have. He cracked his eye, realizing just how battle worn both he had Syra were. The prominent scar on his left arm, the slash marks on the back of his neck, and the large area of his chest that had never quite healed since he was injured as an Academy Student. These scars were only the most notciable, he too had many small cut on his body that left behind scars. He had never really thought about it too much until now; they had always just been remainents of memories that had long sinced left him. _________________ Beware the messenger of death
Izaku's weapons Evolving Weapon Roleplaying Characters: Zacara Seath Izaku Takimi Zephiel Kotori No 4th RPC RPG Stats: Shinobi Rank: SS-Rank~ S-Rank~C Rank (Chuunin/ Special Jounin) Village: Missing-nin(s)~Iwagakure Fame: 3000~750~0 Reputation: Training Points: 560 Inventory: 15 kunai, 25 explosive tags, 10 explosive sacks, 2 explosive nets, 3 fuma shurikan , teiken and onike, 2 metal chains~ 6 weapon scrolls, 25 kunai, 10 shurikan, 25 explosive tags, Hahen Yaiba, Risu Kontan, Kakera Seishin, Togire Shigai, Danketsu ~20 Kunai, 10 Shurikan, 20 feet of wire, Grace of Earth
" Can't clear your mind..." She murmured before letting herself sink a bit. Her face went under for a second, a fat bubble popping on the surface. She rose again and said, " Maybe we need to train you in focus. Nevertheless, we'll finish this first. Just keep trying; you've got the basics of it right. Just need a little more practice." She hummed, closing her eyes and paddling over to the other edge of the water.
" Zacara... I wasn't hiding. I just had to check something. This is a beautiful place. I come here often to meditate. Here, we can forget what the world holds and focus on ourselves. That's probably why I like to train here as well."
She raised her arm and formed handseals in a quick pattern, her fingers blindingly fast. From the depths of the water rose three new people, identical in all ways to Syra. " This is what a water clone should look like," She called out to the boy. " Once you have the basics of the clone down, you can test fight mine. Jutsu are useless without any practical use." Roleplaying Characters: Syra Ozanaru RPG Stats: Shinobi Rank: Village: Kirigakure No Sato Fame: 5000 Reputation: Training Points: 3375 Inventory: Nezic Hsm, Vorcrist, 5x Tekagi, Katana, Weapon Scroll, Chain, Daggers
As the jounin said her peice, Onryou was confused at the mentioning of someone else. He hadn't noticed another presence in the area. He looked to where Syra had spoke, and noticed another shinobi, easily as battle scarred as she was, under the shade of a tree. Looking over the new comer cautiously, he decided it was best to ignore the intrusion and continue with his training.
A few blazingly fast hand seals later and three Syra clones pertruded from the water. Onryou listened as the jounin instructed him to try and create his own and test them against hers. He performed the same seals, now etched into his mind, and released. Though he tried to create three to match hers, only two of them formed. The last rose up from the ground and shook oddly before bursting back into water. "I'll have to go with what I've got then..." he thought.
Within an instant, one of Onryou's clones had flickered to a position just behind one of the Syra clones, and readied a strike with it's katana. Within the same instant, the second clone threw two kunai, one aimed at each of the other Syra clones. Even further, while all this was happening, the real Onryou performed a few more seals and shouted "Suiton: Teppoudoma", firing the ball of water towards the Syra clone about to be struck with the katana.
However, upon firing the ball, the clone that had threw the kunai dispersed. Onryou noticed this and thought, "It seems I can't keep the clones up in conjunction with my other techniques for very long at this point.."
OOC 2: If someone could give me an estimate on how many times I should be able to use these skills that'd be great. _________________
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Roleplaying Characters: Onryou Mokutou No RPC No 3rd RPC No 4th RPC RPG Stats: Shinobi Rank: C-Rank Chuunin Village: Kirigakure Fame: 0 Reputation: Training Points: 250 Inventory: 10 kunai, 15 shuriken, 30ft of wire on a spool, 2x small bottle of water, Katana
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