This Fire Burns, Always (T)(P)

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The Puppet Jango had mistaken as a simple, stationary dummy had began moving on it's own, clicking and clacking were proof that it was seemingly motorized. But it wasn't, it was a specialized seal that only some of the most adept puppeteers used. So... there had to be a puppeteer amongst the students, Jango's reasoning told him this. His first move had him pelting the puppet with basic kicks, hitting the puppet's wooden exterior with kicks without Enten's Katon enhancements. Suddenly, he caught himself forming handseals for Grand fireball, in mid handseal he stopped himself. Seemingly, fighting a moving foe had ended up with him relying on his Ninjutsu once more. Suddenly, his tiger seal broke up into a basic Enten stance with him thrusting at the moving puppet, creating blasts of blazing hot crimson flames from his body.

As he stuck and moved, Jango launched a devastating left kick to what would have been a vital spot on a normal human, the solar plexus. Point blank, he augmented it with the flames of Enten Kobushi, burning away the straw and wood that covered it's body. As it was on fire, the puppet continued to throw punches. It's wooden body falling from it's steel frame in burning debris. Jango continued to pepper the seemingly immortal animated puppet with blasts of fire from his hands. Left, right, kick. Right, right, left, right, left. Each one letting loose the fury of hellish passion from within the Uchiha. The look upon his face was obvious enjoyment, like a bully breaking another child's toy, he felt joyous in attempting to keep this puppet from functioning.

One last blow ended it. A final piece of wood fell from the puppet's chest and revealed the tag that created the mischief in the dummy/puppet. With an open handed slap to the air, Jango created scarlet flames to consume the seal from his hand. As they devoured the seal, the puppet slowly stopped moving and was simply a steel frame of itself once more. Jango's flames continued to consume the steel frame until it was a melted metal blob upon the dirt, exactly like the previous dummy. Several students jumped to the rescue, throwing a bucket of water upon the red hot metal, hardening it and making it hiss as if the devil himself was possessing the former puppet's frame and was being doused with Holy Water.

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Sharingan is not activated for SP purposes, blah, blah, blah.



Jango's eyes wandered around the Dojo once more, the same old man fighting the teenager was showing off to the younger shinobi once more. His fingers extended with his thumb tucked down, he sparred with the young man even more-so. Blasts of fire encircled him and his opponent as they had a friendly fight. Jango watched as his body naturally took on the same exact form as the old man, fingers extended, he was already used to a less usual form that he had learned earlier so there was no real issue with comfort. As Jango thrust forward in time with the man, sparks flew off his finger tips and ignited into a flare of scarlet fire immediately. Several times he repeated this in sync with the old man until he felt he had it down completely.

Diverting his gaze to the teenager again, Jango's eyes were glued upon the shape of his fist/hand. It was much more relaxed as he launched fire at the old man with ease. Jango's hand formed a loose fist as his middle finger was extended more so than the other fingers which were loosely tucked into his palm. With a few thrusts, Jango's hand was launching small flames from the middle knuckle with ease. Turning to a burning dummy, he practiced it one last time, adding to the flames already burning upon the mockery of a human body composed of flammable materials. Launching his hand forward, his knuckle unleashed hell once more, engulfing the area in a momentary blast of all consuming fire.

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Sharingan is not activated for SP purposes, blah, blah, blah.



His ever shifting eyes laying over the unlikely sparring partners, Jango watched as the old man changed hand positions once more. Unconsciously once more, Jango's hands took on the same position Slowly, yet surely each finger fell into line. First the Pinky finger's joints slowly straightened from their former position on each hand, both mirroring the other man's joins, tendons and fingers to the exact same position. Each finger quickly followed suit up to the index finger on each hand. His thumb was contorted so that the first knuckle formed a crook then the tip of his thumb to the bottom of his palm. Slowly, Jango flexed his hands and returned to the hand position, just as the old man did.

Suddenly, he struck, The man began unleashing fireballs upon his opponent, who quickly manipulated them into a fire wall that grew with every contact. Jango's hands moved in tandem also, launching smaller sparks, due to the fact that he was in control of his chakra at all times and he didn't want to accidentally attack a fellow student of the discipline. Randomly, Jango threw in a Roundhouse kick, adding to the already massive blaze students tried putting out with buckets of water. "Looks like Jango burninated the countryside a bit too much." he said as he resumed a normal stance.

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Jango still didn't feel something right, so his stance was once more taken up, moving his fingers in the way he learned from watching the old man once more, the tendons in his fingers no longer felt strained as they did before. With all of his fingers extended, his thumbs tucked into his palms one more time. Thrusting his fingertips forward a few times, small bits of flame fell from just under his neatly manicured fingernails harmlessly to the dirt.

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Sharingan is activated for RP purposes only, not SP purposes.



His gaze diverted once more, this time by the sound of a throat being cleared. The large man was the culprit behind it as he tapped his large boot against the wood thunderously behind Jango. "are you finished? Can we continue?" the man said as Jango nodded. " Very well... follow me then." he said as Jango was lead to a large room with a simple wooden stove and pots and pans as far as the eye could see. The river ran through the right side of this room. Jango could see that it was used for everything from catching fish and other aquatic meal-staples to cleaning dishes. They stopped before the wood-burning stove as the man looked to Jango. "You're the low man on totem pole kid. You get kitchen duty until you're strong enough to beat one of those students out there." he stated matter-in-factly as he pointed to the stove that had wood inside but no flame.

"Light it... but be forewarned. Do it from a distance, these older stoves will incinerate you if you don't. How you do that... is up to you. Remember though, No Handseals." he said as he exited the room, leaving Jango by himself. Sighing, he sat on the floor thinking to himself. How was he going to do this without Ninjutsu? His blasts of fire didn't hang around long enough to actually START the wood on fire safely, only to singe it. Thinking back, he remembered the old man, he was firing missiles of katon from his fists, not blasts like Jango only knew how to. Thinking it over, he got to his feet and took up a comfortable stance with his right, dormant hand forward in a fist and his left hand with all four fingers extended.

Remembering how the man had done the technique vaguely, Jango took the principles of creating bursts of fire and took it even further. With a swift strike, Jango's dominate fist would launch forward, it's middle knuckle extended. Sudden deceleration of the limb meant only one thing, a foot from the stove's open mouth Jango concentrated his cursed clan's chakra into his loose fist and even more-so he trained it specifically into his middle finger's knuckle, creating a so called 'hotspot' of chakra as it began to morph into katon chakra he could feel his knuckle begin to twitch somewhat and slowly warm up. Finally, with a vengeance, only moments after being stopped, his knuckle gave the fruits of his little training. A small fireball, sickly seeming was emitted from his fist, it crashed into the wood within the enormous iron 'gut' of the stove. Barely grazing it, the fireball immediately went out.

Jango sighed, apparently he didn't do it correctly. Of course, this was his first time attempting this technique, but being a genius went hand in hand with being of the legendary clan of the hidden leaf. Once again, he reached back his arm, tendons stretching and working their magic around his bones and muscles. A thunderous right punch was launched from Jango's hand, this time it was different. The hand's surrounding fingers were also imbued with Katon chakra, upon stopping in the air, hot air circulated around the hand. Soon enough, the air burst into a flame and traveled into the stove, immediately igniting the wood within in a fire perfect for cooking. "I did it!" Jango said rather loudly as the massive man walked back in, he was impressed. "Good... good... now... Light the others." he said as he pointed to the other four stoves that were evenly spaced out. It made sense... in a Dojo this large, they needed a good amount of stoves to cook on. Jango sighed as he resigned to his fate.