Down at the Canal(T/ Kenishi)

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Kenichi crouched, hidden, behind a nearby building. His brother was walking by, looking quite distracted with.. something. Slipping deeper into the ally, he began the, for him arduous, task of performing handseals. A scroll lay on the ground in front of him, detailing the exact handseals he was supposed to perform for this particular technique, one that had caught his attention with its supposed dragon form. He grimaced, handseals were always his brother's forte, and he wished he'd inherited that particular skill. Slower then even some trainees, he manipulated his fingers in the complex patterns that channeled the deadly energy contained with all shinobi. The first attempt at the intricate string failed miserably, and he gave a quiet, sharp inhalation of breath as his finger loudly popped. Giving it another attempt, he took his time, making sure he formed each seal with precision rather then speed. The signs of the zodiac made little sense to him in their form, but he dutifully performed them, idly wondering who'd first found out about this method of channeling energy and how that had gone down.

His distractedness caused yet another mistake, his hands entirely missing the other. Grimacing, and wishing he'd practiced his handseals more, he started for a third time. His brother was slowly escaping his line of sight, something he couldn't allow. In a slightly hurried manner, although still taking his time, he began the signs again. His hands weaved together in a mass of tangled flesh, although he felt his chakra responding. As he neared the end of his technique, he slowed even further, not wanting to mess up this close to the end. With a great amount of satisfaction, he finally finished the stupid handseals. His chakra rushed out of him in a final burst, carefully molded and shaped by the handsigns he'd spent what seemed like forever performing.

A crackle filled the air, the sound of a thousand static charges going off at once. Should Enerzu have good peripheal vision, he'd see a small lightning flash in a nearby corner. Followed shortly by a shout of pain, Kenichi felt the lightning rebound inside of him instead of being channeled outwards towards his brother.

After he'd finished the handseals, the lightning had indeed been formed from his outpouring of chakra. Striking down from somewhere above him, he saw a brilliant flash of light illuminate the surrounding area before a searing pain seared through his flesh. As his back involuntarily arched, Kenichi thought of what the technique described. Instead of this the lightning bolt was supposed to land around him in a vortex of lightning.. What had he forgotten? Through the pain and spots flashing through his eyes, he caught sight of the parchment. In the illustration, the man performing the jutsu appeared to be spinning. Of course. That must help redirect the lightning somehow. The charge had ended, and he slumped slightly, clothes smoldering and hair settling back into its normal position. Surprise attack number one? Failure.

Ungraded post number two.

His brother caught him, although for whatever reason, his attack failed. The two ignored the few civilians nearby, who swiftly vacated at the two ninja sparring. The brother's aggressive training was becoming something the village was accustomed too, and as they hadn't actually caused major damage yet, they were left mostly alone.

As he watched his brother perform his handseals the final time, Kenichi roused himself from his lightning-induced daze. A flicker of chakra, and his dojutsu activated. Reading the seals from the scroll behind him while facing his brother, he carefully ran through them again. Each one he performed caused his chakra to react slightly differently, the handsigns carefully shaping the chakra to allow him to effectively cast the jutsu. As the incredibly long string of intricate hand gestures came to an end, his chakra gave a final flare. In a hurried, and more then a little worried, manner, he pivoted on his left heel, beginning the spinning he observed in the jutsu scroll. He managed less then a quarter turn before the bolt arrived, punching a considerable burn mark into the ground where his head had been less then seconds before. Stopping, he observed the burned pavement with wide eyes. That would have been quite.. unpleasant, to be hit with. Twisting around to watch his brother, he started again, determined not to die while simply attempting an overblown prank.

The damned seals were slowing him down, but he'd get to that later. Reading them as he performed them, several loud pops resounded as his knuckles cracked in a slightly off seal. Plowing ahead anyway, his chakra again poured out of him at completion of the long string of seals. In the split second before the chakra that exited him manifested as a lightning bolt likely to split him in twain, he pivoted. Twisting quickly, he began the turning motion he observed from the scroll. His hands were out in a straight yet loose form, and when the bolt arrived, he wasn't destroyed by it. As the bolt shot down from the sky, although it was more like a long static charge, far from both fatal and looking rather unintimidating, he caught it on the end of his right hand. Flowing through his body, carrying a rather painful burning sensation, he left his left hand in a liquid-like form of lightning. Dripping from his hand, it began to curl near his foot before it hit the ground, where it discharged. Another small black mark was all that remained of the best attempt yet, and Kenichi had to resist a childish stomp of the foot.

Number 3!

His brother was rapidly growing more successful in.. whatever he was attempting to do. This gave Kenichi further determination to master his technique. His hands began to clumsily make their way through the handseals. This was far from his forte, but it seemed he was able to get them down before his brother, who was still stumbling through them. His Byakugan read the scroll behind him with ease, as he began to feel his chakra mix around him in the beginnings of the technique. It was an electrifying feeling, ironically, his chakra mixing around inside him to form into a lightning nature. As it rose in his body to gather in his upper torso, he finished the string of complex finger manipulations. As his hands settled in the final one, his chakra shot out of him in what appeared to his Byakugan a long blue fire erupting from his skull, although it was invisible to everyone else. The chakra erupting from his body slowly began to finish its conversion to lightning, sparks flashing above his head for a split second before they solidified into a bolt that shot downwards to ground itself. As it fell, Kenichi was already beginning to pivot. In a movement similar to what he remembered as the next Jyuuken technique he had his eye on, he was moving fluidly, hands rising and falling as he evenly channeled chakra throughout his body. When the lightning first touched his left hand, the searing feeling was much more dulled then his last attempt. Arcing swiftly through his body, it followed the trail his chakra system left.

As it traveled through his body, he raised his right hand. Exiting it in an oddly fluid-like shape, likely induced by it being formed entirely of chakra, he caught it again with his left hand as it fell towards the ground. Simply touching it with the tip of his finger, he used chakra to grasp the tendril without absorbing it into his body. Unfortunately, this attempt didn't work, and the chakra simply fed the lightning which then arced quite painfully into his body, as he hadn't formed the needed pathway for it to follow without hurting him.

Grimacing in pain, he trundled through the handseals again. They were slowly coming easier to him, although it was still somewhat difficult. A small bit of his brain idly wondered how it was he could destroy a person's chakra with a few well-placed moves, but couldn't get his damn fingers to form right. A twitch of his head to dismiss the thought, and he continued. As he finished, the chakra formed what seemed to him a giant flare out of his head. Even before it could finish the sparking process, he was pivoting, turning sharply on a heel. When it came to physical movement, he was graceful, his hands moving easily and fluidly to raise and catch the bolt. Once it had solidified into a solid electric bolt, it arced downward. His chakra system prepared a path for it to easily trace through his body, mitigating the pain that would normally accompany it. It struck the tip of his right hand's middle finger, and swiftly traced through his body. As he lowered his right hand, he raised his left. As the bolt exited via that hand, it again headed for the ground. Swiftly and continuously turning, he caught it again with his right. This time, he kept the pathway it had followed at the ready, and when it arced through his body for the second time it merely left an odd tingling feeling in its path. Wind whipped his hair out the side as he turned, the lightning exiting yet again from his opposite time. Unfortunately, he wasn't able to turn at the correct speed yet, and it was going to hit the ground yet.. The wind created from his turning seemed to oddly slow the lightning's descent, something he didn't know was possible. Unfortunately, he'd already dismissed the pathway for the bolt, and was caught by surprise when his hand brushed it and it discharged. Arcing his back, his impeccable Byakugan vision was suddenly covered in multiple holes as the electricity disrupted his nervous system signals for a brief moment. Sighing as it faded, he groaned at the increasing pain from being blasted over and over.

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