Disturbing Encounter [P]
Aug 30, 2009 22:15:07 GMT -7
Post by I C H I R O™ on Aug 30, 2009 22:15:07 GMT -7
Sansuegan: Santen, 三・末 眸子 : 三番 要領, (Triple Future Eye: Third Point)
Rank: A
Skill: Doujutsu
Effect: The user activates the third level of the Sansuegan, granting them highly advanced perceptive abilities and analytical abilities.
Special: --
Drawback: The user is unable to perceive chakra. Though the user can analyze and predict, they are unable to copy motions. Requires a small, continuous flow of chakra.
Description: The user focuses chakra into their eyes, activating the third level of the Sansuegan. The user’s eyes will change in color, with the irises transitioning to a vivid indigo and the pupils turning pure white. Three white acute triangles, with angles of about thirty degrees, taper to points a few millimeters away from the pupil. They are at 120-degree angles from one another. In this form, the user retains all the capabilities of the Shoten and the Niten. The user becomes capable of perceiving chakra to a much higher level, registering the natural chakra exuded from the bodies and the way it flows through them, being able to track solely based on the chakra imprints left behind. The user's ability to perceive minute changes and differences in their environment allow them to puncture B rank and lower Genjutsu techniques through the power of observation and chakra analysis. Upon gaining this level, their eye is always in this form when activated, and the user can perform Seken Mado without hand seals.
Limit: Must be a born member of the Sakurai Clan. Must have Sansuegan: Niten. Must be B Rank. The user cannot have this technique due to a recreation.
His feet pulled him swiftly through the lands known as Mizu no Kuni, business pretty much unknown and boredom clenching him in the deadliest of a grip. Eyes focusing on nothing but what would be filling the distance before him, he'd bring a single finger to his chin - disturbed for some reason. The leather gloves tightening with ease around his gripped fingers and a maroon crimson jacket - trench coat if you will, would hang to the back of his calves patting up against a leg with each step taken. A breath sweeping through his lips while a finger of his left hand would be swept before his eyes to clear the Silver locks that swayed before them for clearing of his sight. Teal optics lowering where chakra would shift throughout, forming a cross hair with quite an interesting sight and color, he'd continue on.
The heels of the boots wrapped around his feet would drag across brother Gaia with the slightest of noise erupting from its doing. It would be as if he was searching for something and had no clue of it? Was such even possible? Though, when dealing with the Silver Haired Warrior at hand, anything was possible. It had been acknowledged that he'd found this place was some kind of "home" to the petty fools known as the Uchiha. . .clearing another Clan from their home for reasons that would push the God to the edge of the earth. Sure as hell if he was to fall he was pulling these sons of bitches down with him and every thought, every day he lived letting them know and feel that what they did was right - himself would be smite upon the heart for it. Care, the Quick Silver had none. . .but this, this was something more.
Only a fool would live their life letting nonsense shroud what was most important. He was here to find one man and at this point it was acknowledged and he was going to make quite the raise in his bounty for his head. However, if he'd approach correctly and seem "different" - no there was no specific definition for the word in his book - he could possibly be left to lonely lead his little home hidden within a Mist that hindered all but his own sight. The smell, the feel. . .the sudden humidity arising as he stepped along through it, only more would it disturb his features as he bit his lower lip in sheer confusion for the Clan's actions. What the phuck was with their morales?"God damn pesants."