King of the World |T|

[roko]

Area:


 A very bland building made of what can be speculated as concrete and chicken wire. Measuring around 30 meters by 30 meters, there are various objects found with in it. Mostly metal plates stacked on top of each other and weights that bear no marking that precisely designate their mass.




Speed of the Mind
Rank: "C", ["B"], "A"
Skill: Skill / Knowledge / Taijutsu
Effect: This type of knowledge and technique grants the user with the capability of withstanding the elements of the Hachimontonkou. They must learn this multiple times. Without this, the Celestial Gates become more destructive toward the mind. This allows the user to endure the intense increase of all the body's perception demanded from the gates.
Special: ---
Drawback: Must be learned each time before they go into a new gate.
- For Gates 1-3, they must learn the "C" Rank version.
- For Gates 4-6 they must learn the "B" Rank version.
- For Gates 7 and 8, they must learn the "A" Rank versions.
Description: ---
Limit: Must become a Chakra Gate User.


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Not many had ever dreamed as going far as Yuudai had in strength-- when it came to the demonstration of his raw strength, he was in a class that only the sages of old had achieved. With his hands he could shatter bones, deconstruct buildings and--more likely than not--level a mountain. He was well aware of his position, he was well aware of the prestige he had acquired through the application of his determination, which seemed to have no gauge. But, beyond the strength of his body there had been a strength of mind that seemed almost alien.

When it came to accessing powers that had been forbidden, much more came from it than strength. From his experience, in an instance what would come about would be an explosion. Your body would be rocked, but your mind would go through something incomparable. The perception native to you was no longer true, for what you saw went beyond what human eyes could comprehend. It was maddening, it was sickening, it was something that only so many could achieve and willfully end. The extension of time beyond those new found limits could possibly mean injury, but most likely death.

The difficult thing about going beyond your limits when it came to tapping into that forbidden reserve was there truly was no way to be able to tell when you exceeded a previous boundary. You were expected to keep rigorous to your training, to keep your body clean and to seek tutelage that would allow you to train your mind even further. You were required to look beyond the beyond, to see past all the strength and regain your composure, fully disregarding the cacophonous explosion within your body, your chakra capering wildly as your flesh struggled to remain intact each time you exceeded another minute.

But, if you could retain your sanity you were more than likely capable of retaining your body, lest you be devoured by your inner chakras. Each day would be the same for Yuudai as, even now, he had continuously been breaking a sweat. He had long forsaken the concept of "keeping count" or "keeping track" of anything as he slowly lost sight of the line that would divide the minutes from hours. Each pushup he would crank out was nothing short of an explosion as he began dripping from head to toe, sweat slowly sliding down his forehead and onto his broad nose. Each time he would come up, he would slam his chest back into the ground, eventually cracking the concrete underneath him. He sought to toughen his body further while he attained more strength. With the shape he had been in now, you could speculate that he had been at this for several hours-- but, looking him in the eye there was no sign of fatigue and no indication of slowing down. 

---In fact, he would only speed up.

This was a warm-up as he would be putting days aside for his project. He would further test his limits as he sought to gain even more power. Letting his will falter was not an option, as he was the heir of the greatest family in Otogakure. . . in this era-- no, in this world. For another hour would he only rinse and repeat the routine, he would switch among the various sorts of push ups as he made sure to warm-up and loosen every single muscle. He needed his blood running, he needed his adrenaline rushing if he was going to be able to accomplish a single thing. He was going to slowly rock through each phase of the  Hachimontonkou until he would feel that inner eruption of a new power being achieved, of a new threshold being reached. 

At some point, Otogakure was bound to feel the effect.

[roko]

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After more time passed with no break, he finally felt as if he had been ready for the very next step. The next requirement would be to fully prepare his mind before he could dare to even begin the process of breaking past what his body was designed to withhold. There was a speed of mind that was required to make sure the applicant was well braced enough to proceed. The method of training that speed of mind was a spectacle as it could range from the ability of processing data swiftly, to the native reaction that all human beings possessed-- adaption. For Yuudai, it was a mixture of both, albeit the latter seemed to have long passed what was expected of your typical Shinobi.

The bronzed titan would sit on the floor, not very far from the pool of sweat he had created. He would cross his legs and almost instantly would his heartbeat slow to a melancholic ”thump. . .thump. . .”. Under proper medical equipment, one could only assume the worst as they would be convinced that his body was struggling to survive and was slowly giving in, but this was not at all the case. He was now entering into a state of meditation, detaching himself from the world around him as the chippers, the buzz, and even the sound of his own breathing seemed to fade out in a surreal manner.

He would wake up as he entered his new state, his mind having transcended itself to a new plane. He emerged naturally in this self-induced vision and would slowly begin to stand. “You are not ready. . .” A booming voice would bellow as the plane around him began to fill in more and more with scenery-- albeit, there was not much at all. He had found himself a top a building and scattered around seemed to only be dopplegangers of the building he stood upon. There had been nothing on any of the buildings and what you could see of the others you could make out windows scattered across them, sporadically. He was silent, but his fists would clench as an angered sneer would tighten his face.

That voice was none other than his own. He had been his own critic. What others had said to him before, what others picked and teased about no longer mattered as he was far greater than them even five years ago. But, however, he was his greatest critic his own roadblock. When he spoke to himself, he could probably fall into the deepest depression from self realizations that seemed petty and childish. His only strength was that of taijutsu, how powerful his muscles were and how resilient his body was. Those were the only things that separated Yuudai from all around him, from those who mocked and teased him. Sometimes, however, it did not seem enough.

he did not feel powerful enough

From no where hands would begin to lunge from him. Large, shadowy extremeties emerged from tears in the fabric of time. A cacophonous screech would rip through the air as these demonic hands raced towards the Shinobi with nothing more than mindless contempt. He would move as swiftly as he could, already preparing the next required twist and turn to avoid from being constrained or, even worse, flattened by these extremeties of unknown origin. He could feel the whistle they brought through the air as the phalanges seemed to be enveloped in a alabaster shell of bone.

Howeverm he was no longer going to stay on the run as he began to brace himself for the next lunging hand. It would screech as it ripped through the air with no remorse, its sole attention to crush Yuudai as the ebon paw extended it’s fingers. He knew he wouldn't have the chance to blink before the hand struck, but as soon as it made contact with him he would not budge and concrete and dust rose into the air like a cloud.

[Captain M]

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Good job n_n

[roko]

From the dust would Yuudai emerge, a feral flare of anger and contempt brimming in his chocolate eyes as his glare pierced through the incoming attack. He would quickly recover from his dodge and finally begin at the hand. From him there would be a mighty roar as he picked up god speed honed in at the incoming hand. He would wind back his right arm and shoot it forward like a rocket as he sought to break through their offense with his own. There would be an amazing pop and from it, following quickly after, a massive shriek would rip through the air as the black entity would yank back its extremity in pain. Yuudai had succeeded in assailing the assailants. In essence, he had just fought his self-doubt.

Still, though, there was no relent from the monsters. Somehow, someway, his shield would appear on his back again and he would grab onto it swiftly to block the next attack. There would be a huge ring that echoed through the air violently, the creature would step back stunned. Finally, its full form would appear as it tried it’s very best to recover. It was a tall, lurking monster unlike any he had seen before. It’s dossier was concealed by an ivory mask with a protruding nose. The eyes were nothing but obsidian sockets and it would cry and howl mercilessly as it sought to collect strength.

It would rush at him with no mercy, closing the gap between them in no time. Once more would Yuudai steady himself to disrupt the attack, to absorb it fully before retaliating. They would slam viciously into the shield and Yuudai would begin to nudge backwards, the earth beneath him moving as he sought to combat its massive strength. With a mighty roar would he break the attack fully, the shield slapping the creature to the side once he summoned his mighty strength. He lunged at the beast with contempt. He would reign upon it with a fury with no tantamount, nothing alike it. He would assail it with no mercy as he continued to beat it as if it was damned to such a fate. There was no movement, there was no cry or scream or even tremble emerging from the ebon beast as it laid frigidly, idol.

Finally, after what felt like hours would he let up. His punches slowly doing as his breathing picked up. His mighty chest would heave and ho, high and low. Sweat would run down the side of his face, brightening his bronzed complexion. He had fought the mighty beast that had kept him back, a monster that sought to deliver nothing but contempt to the Shinobi and hold him back. He had confronted his self-doubt and, in a way, he had finally defeated it and came over it. By slaughtering the beast in his enlightened strength, he had torn himself free of the shackles that had held him back.


He would awake back into the realm of the living with sudden shock. He had been enveloped by nothing but silence now as he sat back to recollect on what had happened and what he had accomplished. He stood tall and looked back where he had sat. He could see where all the sweat had accumulated. His job wasn't done, however, because there were still things that were required of him to be fully complete. Now that he had came over the beast that sought to do nothing be bring his own destruction, he would be more than ready to began preparing his mind for what his body would begin to endure.





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[roko]

The very next step would be beginning to prepare his mind to endure the new feats of superhuman abilities that he would come into. By unlocking each gate would he come into new abilities. First, they were rather simple ones that would allow him to better adjust to a lengthy battle or use the boost to combat an opponent. From there, he would begin to develop and come into terms with new abilities that would further grant him the upper hand in battle. Though, the more celestial gates he would open the more powerful and reckless the strength became. Eventually, he would move beyond the speed of sound and pain would no longer be a thing for him. His eyesight would become grand and rival those of the legendary dojutsu.

With only a moment he would become capable of unlocking the first chakra gate. His chakra would begin to emit around him, collecting into the air in order to create a sort of heat. With this gate he would be able to move at much quicker rate and would come into new power that would allow him to deal devastating blows. For a practioner to be able to open this gate was no surprise, as any person seasoned in physical arts would have the capability of coming into its power. The next step would be the second gate which would allow to come into a brand new set of powers and strength. Unlocking this gate would allow him to come into a second wind that would restore his stamina. His body would heal quicker, clearing up lacerations and light cuts with ease as his body would begin to further its circulation by testing the boundaries of his nervous system.

With a mighty roar he would be able to unlock the third gate, but he sought to skip that one entirely as he began to scream a mighty shout to come into he fourth gate. With a roar that could shatter the sound barrier, echoing through the room almost violently, he would come into the fourth gate. His skin had now been a rich red tint and was warm to the touch. In this stage, the latest one he could unlock, he had come across a new arsenal of native abilities that would make him an unstoppable force in combat. He would continue to shout powerfully as he sought to restrain the power. He knew that he could not test the limits of the gate without dealing great harm, but he would do so anyway. It wasn’t until he began to push the very boundaries that he would come into new strength.

It was almost overwhelming at first, sitting in such a heightened state that only elevated his abilities to some unprecedented level. It felt almost impossible to think things through as he felt as if he could only do things at this stage. Every action he had even contemplated performing was already in bounds of being performed as he moved at untraceable speeds. He could feel the power coursing through his veins wildly as he began to deactivate the fourth gate, leaving behind in transcended stage slowly. He would walk through each step backwards, his standing hair would fall back down like it had been before, his skin had lost its red tint and the energy that was radiated from his body, capering wildly, was now gone.

He could feel the massive strain already placed all over his body. This, unfortunately, was a side effect that had been nearly nigh unavoidable. With the chakra rushing rampantly through one’s body, constantly ripping apart each and either fiber but rebuilding it as if it were caught in an ongoing flux. His goal would be to overcome this next. He would train his body to adjust even better to the fourth gate and in order to transition to the fifth with no issue. He was ready for the commitment.
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[Father 'Suke]

+20, learned.