Water Grave [Scrap]

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Or maybe something that he already knew. Gohma would look up to the docks sitting in front of him, thinking that it would be a great place to train his technique. His technique would be to stay under the water for a long bit of time, in order to stay cool under the water. Probably for a good surprise attack, it could penetrate an enemies defenses from the surprise. Hopping into the water with his shirt still on, Gohma would continue to fall down into the depths of the water, with it filling his ears and nose. Opening his eyes, he would notice the blur of the water field before him.

Emitting the chakra from his mainstream to his head he would concentrate harder so that he didn't mess anything up as he sunk deeper into the depths of the water. Blinking another two or three times he would be able to see the clear green paste of the water. The crabs scattering across the ground and the fish swimming circles around Gohma. Feeling as if he were low on oxygen, Gohma would begin running his chakra towards his lungs. In hope that it would be able to sustain it's position for at least enough time to get his chakra to his lips. Though he would fail to sustain, and the water would rush into his mouth.

Running down his throat, Gohma would widen his eyes and notice the water flooding into his lungs. The vision he origionally had would begin to deplete and he would be left with a black lense shrouding his iris. Nothing would be visible and he would sink deeper and deeper. His senses would be activated, and after a warm while, he would notice that his skin would be dampening itself. Too hydrated, Gohma knew in his spiritual thoughts that his goals, and aspirations wouldn't have been finished. Nothing he wanted out of life would have been finshed. Everything was useless to him now.

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