Clash.

[— duo]

Embodied Separation
Rank: "D", "C", "B", "A", "S", "S + C"
Type: NinJutsu
Effect: This is the start of all techniques for the techniques within the Futakongo Bloodlimit. Since all children born within the Futakongo bloodlimit are born somewhat like Siamese twins, this enables the two twins the capability to be separate, to be apart and attack as two. The larger the rank the user gets into this technique the longer the brothers/sisters can be separated before dire consequences are made.
Special: ---
Drawback: Depending on which rank, if the brothers/sisters stay separated longer then it is stated, the brothers/sisters will never be capable of joining together ever again. When separated the two bodies only have half chakra each instead of one large amount of chakra as if they were whole.
Description: This technique with all brothers/sisters when together are born as if they were back and forth, this means that there are two heads but one body. This technique allows the users to separate their chakra, to push forth using their ability of their body molecules to where the users gain the ability of separating apart. When first learned, the D Rank, it enables the brothers/sisers the capability of being separated for up to 4 hours. C Rank enables them to be separated for 8 hours. B Rank enables them to be separated for 12 Hours. A Rank enables them to be separated for 16 Hours. S Rank enables them to be separated for 20 Hours. "S + C" worth of training enables them to be separated for 24 Hours.
Limit: Must be part of the Futakongo bloodlimit.

0.30 - [. Shared]

"Are you ready yet? It's been three and a half hours already."

It was the norm between the two of them. Jirou had always been punctual. And they were Futakongo, which said a lot about just how in the hell Ichirou could be a stark contrast in regards to being somewhere on time. Jirou leaned against the wall of their downstairs abode near the front door, sighing softly as the sound of crashing and groaning could be heard upstairs. "Shut up, clown! I know what time it is! This is the whole reason we're up anyway, isn't it?!"[/color] Ichirou barked from upstairs. He'd managed to find his clothes after Sango had washed them, yanking them on and tripping over everything but the kitchen sink on his way to the stairwell. With a slip of his necklace around his form, he gave a small sprint and jumped over the railing of the stairs.

Landing with a soft thud, he stood to full height. Their parents had vacated the place for now. Usually, such a thing spelled trouble for the Yukio twins. But there was an event far more important than mischief. "C'mon. We'll use the terrain out back. Remember what happened last time our chakra got out of control.." Ichirou commented. Jirou merely shook his head, standing and following his brother out into the open world. The morning was slowly turning into the afternoon - their favorite time to practice the arts and brush up on their skills. As they traversed the freshly cut grass and allowed the gentle sun to beat down on them, both Futakongo twins simultaneously took off their jackets and lay them across tree branches they'd happened across after a short while. "This should be good enough. You know the drill. We've practiced it for weeks now. I think today will be the day.."

Ichirou sighed and shrugged, joining his twin brother at his eastern flank. "I hear ya. If I'm gonna make my move tonight, then we have to be separate. You know Kimiko doesn't like it when you're around."[/color] Jirou gave his twin brother an incredulous look as he straightened out his shirt. With a dismissive wave, the pair stood only a small distance away from each other. Doing what they did best, it was a natural process for the Futakongo twins to begin their rejoining. Ichirou gathered a bit of his chakra and allowed his body to relax, drawing in the other Futakongo in a slow and steady process. Jirou pushed forward with both of his fingers against Ichirou's abdomen. Even after all this time, it still felt completely natural. They couldn't particularly explain their family's secrets to the outside world. Then again, they never truly cared to.

"We're getting faster. I can feel it," Ichirou commented.

By this time, Jirou was beginning to fuse his forearms with his body. It was never an invasive process. Their chakra systems had always been completely different, allowing them to pool their efforts together in battle. But then again, they hadn't always liked the idea of being together and forced to sleep while the other roamed freely. Jirou used to have a sense of dysfunctional ability. More often than not, Ichirou was the one to make the choices. And now, as the rest of him began to coalesce with his brother's body, he would once again leave him to do some of the work. It was only a matter of time before they perfected the technique. They simply had to concentrate on the fusion. Already, Ichirou was beginning to feel his maneuverability restored. He flexed his arms by a small degree, turning his head and rotating his shoulders a bit to adjust to the bonding.

"I don't even think Kimiko likes me. No one in the village does. Mom and dad had to come to my rescue all the time.."[/b] Jirou muttered. By this time, his feet were vanishing into Ichirou's legs. The fusion process complete, Ichirou turned a small ways and began to rotate his limbs. "Who gives a shit if they like you or not? We're ninja, not hipsters. If they wanna moan about it, let 'em. I'll just do like I always do - these fists ain't just for show."[/b] Ichirou rose his arms to eye level, creating two fists that were no strangers to battle. "Besides - she's my girlfriend, not yours."[/b] The separation process would begin in just a few short moments, and thus he took a deep breath and began to concentrate his chakra once more to a focal point. He would need complete concentration to begin to adjust his cells to Jirou's needs. They had to put forth the collective effort to separate. And that only furthered the unity they'd discovered. "I know that, genius. I'm just saying that she can't really like only half of one person. You know what I mean."[/b]

Ichirou stood completely still as they made their first attempt. "Don't mess this up, Jirou." The comment earned him a sigh from his Futakongo brother as he felt his cells start to defuse with Jirou's own. His head slowly pulled away from his chest as his forehead emerged. "And what about old man Soujirou? You DID tell him that we'd help him today. Or did you suddenly forget that, as well?"[/b] Jirou inquired. His arms slowly pulled away from Ichirou's form, his chakra responding to the need for him to be separated and completely independent once the process was complete. The discomfort came from them never having tried to separate for this long. There was a longer process, a longer strain on the body to maintain the fluidity of the motions. "Yeah, yeah. We'll go see him after we're done here. All he does is throw jabs at me all the time, anyway. Remind me why we're helpin' that old geezer again?"[/b] Ichirou asked.

Jirou's look of indifference was hidden from Ichirou's sight as he finally managed to bring his legs forward. The strain on his body was nowhere as hard as it had been only a week or so ago. Able to move his ankles and begin to pull the rest of himself from Ichirou, he answered the question with a flat tone. "Because you punched a hole in his store and nearly caused the entire structure to colla-"[/b] he started. Ichirou reached out with an elbow and nudged him, forcing him quickly out of his abdomen as he staggered forward a few feet. "Shut uuup! No one asked you, anyway!" he barked. Jirou stood to full height, examining himself and looking at his hands. All fingers and toes were accounted for as he spoke.

"But you just-.......nevermind."

The process of separation was complete. Now they simply needed to wait and see just how long they'd be able to sustain their newly trained forms.
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[Holy Grail]

10+

[— duo]

10.30

The twins stood to face one another yet again. History had repeated itself so many times for them - inevitably, they found, they would either end up on the same side of the battlefield....or likely facing one another for the truths that were evident both externally and internally. The emerald blades beneath their feet shifted ever slightly as they began to mirror one another, the dance inexorably leading them to realize that they would be sparring one with the other. Ichirou's furrowed eyebrows always gave the slightest of hints. He knew ferocity all too well, and was more than willing to jump into the fray. "You ready for this, brother?" he asked. It'd always been his own special way of introduction when his fists were anticipating blows. Jirou, on the other hand, merely adjusted his gloves and settled back upon his right foot. "More than you know."

Seconds passed..

The tension in the air grew thick as Yin and Yang drew toward each other, their chakra systems beating with two completely different pulses. This was the magic of the Futakongo, a bloodline ability that few could explain or bear witness to without knowing its marvel. Twin pairs of ice blue eyes seemed to be staring into a reflection. From their skin tone to their facial structures, it was all identical. But the difference lie in the heart of battle. Ichirou took a single step forward, his sandals kicking a small plume of dirt into the air. And with a smirk, the brothers vanished from where they stood. "Let's get this started!" Ichirou yelled. Their point was to create a lengthy amount of time in which they could be separated without the limit of four hours. It'd always been the cutoff point for them. The Yukio twins appeared within the center of the training ground, their fists colliding perfectly and pressing one against the other as they grunted and groaned in struggle. The winds beneath them kicked up harshly.

"You've gotten faster. How come I didn't know about this, brother?"

"You're not the only one that trains when we separate."

The sheer force of the blow forced them backward, their next task to see just how the technique had weighed on their individual systems. Ichirou skidded backward for at least five meters, coming to a halt and standing with draped arms at his sides. Jirou would do much the same, though with a slightly delayed cough. Already, the Futakongo separation had been proving difficult. Their technique was unprecedented. Still, they had to keep maneuvering to increase their endurance. "C'mon. Don't tell me that something new's already kicking your ass." Jirou merely shrugged it off with a single shoulder. "Hmph. I've got goals to set, Ichirou. If I'm going to crush your ideals, then I have to be strong enough to stand on my own. We're brothers, and I'll follow you to the end of the Earth. But it'll be by choice, not force!"[/b] Jirou shouted. He leapt forward from the ground, his left leg bent at the knee perfectly as the right one lay outstretched.

So far, the technique was holding up with grand result. The more reserved of the two brothers was now ascending in a graceful fashion, descending diagonally toward a waiting Ichirou. It never ceased to amaze him how evasive his brother was. Ichirou preferred direct engagement when it could be helped. But he'd entertain his brother's facade. "Goals, huh? You know just as well as I do that your goals aren't realistic! You always talk about unity through intelligence!" As the final syllable left, the brothers yet again clashed with twin fists that met each other. The symmetry between their knuckles was yet again dead on, Jirou's form landing as they locked into their struggle yet again.

It was the physical strain on the body that would send them over the edge. The Separation technique took their chakra and made it into two individual beings. Together, they were much weaker than what they would be as a whole. "That's right! And if people like you weren't so quick to raise a fist or answer everything with a sarcastic remark, maybe we'd get somewhere!" Ichirou spun to his right as Jirou did the same in the opposite direction. Ichirou managed to catch a roundhouse kick as it was aimed toward his side, his forearm completely seizing Jirou's balance as he attempted to pull it off. But he'd anticipated such a move. With a swift hop from his one free leg, Jirou jammed the sole of his foot into Ichirou's abdomen to force him away.

"Impressive!"

"Same!"

Jirou landed on his back, bringing his legs upward and flipping to his feet. Ichirou staggered just enough backward to fall backward, rolling and coming to a skidding halt before standing straight up. The twins brushed themselves off in a similar fashion. "Your hands are shaking. Your breathing's labored. It looks like we haven't perfected it yet." Jirou closed his eyes, his head bowing lightly. "I'm fine. Come at me, bro."
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