Greatness [c/training]

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Chaos Fourth Stage "Eternal Chaos"
Rank: ‘S’
Skill: Taijutsu
Effect: Final step in evolution, the fourth stage of chaos is like nothing anyone has ever seen before. The fourth stage allows the user to unlock one-hundred percent of there max strength, there endurance and durability remains the same as before as stated above in the Kamyuja description section. There speed in enhance even more now, allowing them to increase there movement speed by two, giving them the advantage now in a battlefield. As stated before, once activated the user is now capable of seeing ones aura as it emanates from there body.
Special: You receive a plus two to movement. Though a Kamyuja member is not capable of using chakra gates, they can use there chaos as as substitute in order to go into a chakra gate related fighting style. This eye is capable of mimicking the seventh and eighth gate. Please note you don't gain the benefits of those chakra gates.
Drawback: ----
Description: The final step, this form of chaos was never thought to exist. But here it lies in every Kamyuja member awaiting to be awaken so there true power can shine. This form of chaos is to be known as the most powerful one of all, in truth it has no weakness and will break the boundaries of mankind as we known. When activating the fourth stage of chaos the person seems to have more control then ever before, unlike the three stage they are able to control there emotions and suppress there strength at will. This time around the eyes of the Kamyuja don’t change, instead they stay there original genetic color, though there eye remain the same their eyes do glisten with brilliance while chaos is activated, but there are some cases where the eyes still retain the 'Third stages' color. Meaning someone who had black or white eyes will retain that when they unlock the fourth eyes.. Though there eyes don’t change physically they still gain the capability of seeing in black n’ white as if they were colored blind, this doesn’t hinder there ability to fight in fact it increase there ability due to the fact they are able to see the aura of chakra emanating from a person’s body. Once the Kamyuja reaches this stage of Chaos they are able to demonstrate the full capabilities of there true strength as they are no longer suppressed by the previous stages, in this state they are capable of tapping into there max potential, making them now the most powerful creature that has every walked this earth. There strength is unrivaled by those who could have rivaled it once before and there movement speed steadily increase, they no longer move with a plus one but instead with a plus two. Unlike before, where the Kamyuja’s nocieptor’s would shut down so they wouldn’t be able to feel pain no longer applies. Now the nocieptor are still active allowing the Kamyuja to actually feel pain when they are in this stage, this would seem to damper there ability but in truth it actually increase it. The pituitary gland works more proficient then before, allowing it to produce an absurd amount of endorphins while they are in this stage. They are able to negate fifty percent of all damage done to them making any physical damage done to them that was serious feel like a minor wound. Though they don’t posses the ability not to feel pain anymore they do have the ability now to negate most of the damage done to them, this also proves useless for them now since they no longer have a time limit like before.
Limit: Must have the Kamyuja Bloodlimit, In order to obtain this the user must have 500tp within the Kamyuja Clan and must be role played out to obtain.

0/100 [Carrying over to S rank]

Years in the making, a single warrior stood in a small field. Around him targets of various sizes and shapes, waiting for his onslaught. Dark clouds hung above, their ominous shaping spanning the entire vast sky from one horizon to the other. The doors were open, a continuous downpour of water dropping to the earth beneath, Ame no Kuni no stranger to the weather. With the flat rolling hills and streams abundant there were little places to find respite from the constant harassment. Kenshin, however, knew of a select number of trees to provide some shelter.

Those targets? The master of Paper had created his own targets using the spare sheets stored in his clothing. Though currently inactive and waiting orders, they would soon become deadly enough in their own time. He was out in Ame no Kuni for one simple, but dangerous purpose. To unlock his potential to gain the rare fourth chaos level. A level achieved by few in the world’s time, though not all documented, there are fewer who have proof. Kenshin didn’t know the exact method to unlock it but had suspicions.

He settled down in the center of the field he’d chosen, his legs locking together as he came into a meditative state. His eyes closing as his mind delved deeper and deeper into a calm state. The first steps of his training involved a lot of mental preparation, believing the ability to be mostly mental as opposed to a physical type of training. Settling down and just calming himself took a moment, but finally he was ready.

His mind dove into a deep recess in his mind, accessing multiple latent abilities to bring up previous events and access to memories unlike his. A mental journey used to access the more feral aspects of his person, the immediate desires and needs. In a sense he was trying to access his subconscious and not so much change anything, but rather to settle himself and get into a state of peace to start accessing specifics parts. There was always a mental aspect to the highest ranks of Taijutsu.

A few minutes were spent in peace, his mind trying to unlock and let free his mind to the best of his ability, to prepare himself for the coming training and to try and predict everything. His mind turned blank, the internal structure completely transparent and nothing came to matter at that time. A complete takeover. Almost like sleeping, but with total awareness and reality. He stayed like that for a moment before standing, his breathing slow and even, much slower than standard. He closed his eyes, and when they open, they flashed to their white. The iconic stage three of the Kamyuja chaos coming through his body. If he was to access stage four, he would need to do so from stage three.

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Standing to height, Kenshin prepared to face the few clones. He had 10 formed around him at the moment but would only activate them as required. Each had an incredible resilience to attack and would require some effort to destroy, a decent practice to increasing his strength and claiming the fourth stage of Chaos for himself. The first clone gained some life, instead of remaining the lifeless body it was. It started at first towards him, running plainly and using basic Taijutsu.

The two of them collided, the paper clone was resilient but not incredibly strong. Each attack thrown was as quick as his own. Making them both easy and hard to protect against, they were easy to dodge but to coming into a blow required more from him. Each punch thrown his way was met with the air. Using his speed advantage from the third chaos eye to take that small edge and get an advantage.

Ducking and weaving until finally he calculated an opening, with a swift strike from his sword the clone was temporarily cleaved in two from the shoulder down to the mid waist. Taking what time he could, he deposited his weapon back into its sheath with a flicking wrist. Paper sheets from his clothing departed and came to float before his arm, forming a large rectangle shape. The weapon produced not often used for offence but rather defence. A large shield.

Bracing the weapon onto his left arm the hunter reengaged the clone, whom by now had healed the damage. The successful attack he had made was only partial of what he needed, another dragon strike of the same strength would render it destroyed. He waited and watched, anticipating moves despite the fact he was controlling it. He left as much free-will into the clone as he could. An overhead strike was met with his shield, to which he struck forward with his underarm. Producing as much strength as he could gather.

The clone tumbled backwards but despite the strength, the damage was minimal. It stood and came at him again, he pushed back with his shield to throw it off balance before leaping forward. His right arm hooking across to connect with the clone’s head. The hunter’s body mid-air on connection before falling back to the earth. The strength inside of him felt as it should, which bothered the hunter. He mentally felt prepared but physically he hadn’t gained any progress.

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Taking a moment to calm himself internally, even subconsciously, the warrior stood in the middle of the field. His clothing absorbed the paper from the defeated clone, the sheets rolling up onto the clothing and disappearing. Steadying himself mentally for the coming assault, he tried his best to achieve harmony in both aspects of his life to further advance himself in the Kamyuja bloodline and gain access to the revered fourth chaos stage.

When he felt prepared he activated another clone. The paper shield upon his arm remaining to protect him from assault while he left his weapons. The only weapons he required now were his fists, he needed to push himself physically to try and access more power. The clone charged, Kenshin took up a stance and waited for the impact. The clone collided heavily into the wall and pushed him back a meter. When he was ready he pushed back, a heavy shove using his strength to clear the clone away for just a moment.

The clone bounced back, feet digging into the dirt to try and claim some ground as its own to make a counter. Peeking out from behind the shield, the hunter watched his opponent. The Clone stood from him 10 meters, motionless for only a moment. Taking a chance, he slid the shield onto his back before turning. The shield separated the two but with hands free he had the chance to respond. His fingers dug deep into the ground beneath, his muscles pushed to their limit as he extracted as much a collection of dirt as he could manage. The sound of ripping earth filling the small area.

The clone continued its assault, throwing paper cards at the hunter. Typically not dealing a whole lot of damage but enhanced by chakra and his own knowledge of the technique, it became dangerous. The cards flew through the air but collided against his shield, digging into the material and remaining stuck. The Kamyuja turned, his hands embedded into the large chunk of earth. Turning, the hunter raised it high, and as he confronted the clone let it loose. The chunk of dirt bounced before toppling the clone over.

The clone slowly began to pick itself up but a jump from the Kamyuja sent him soaring towards the clone in a high arc. He came down over the clone and dropped onto the creation, his fists balling into one giant fist. As he landed he dropped them onto the clone, using his strength to send a powerful shockwave running through the area. A technique often called ground breaker by his clan. A physical shockwave rolled across the area and blew past the trees, the leaves waving madly in response for a split second as the barrier moved through.

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The paper clone beneath the warrior lay in a pile of paper, the physical construct of its being removed when the clone received too much damage. As he remain crouched over the corpse, the paper started to float before being drawn towards his body, absorbing into his clothing. A neat trick provided by his mastery. The paper master stood, a shield upon his back and removed from all other weapons.

Two other clones became active, this time increasing the number for him to fight against. He raised his head to spot the first, already making its move to charge at him. He raised to full height before stepping forward and dropping again, his hands digging into the earth but in a different way this time. A small rumble rolled through the ground, nothing like the attack previous. Immediately after connecting a straight line running towards the clone split open in the earth.

Immediately rock and debris burst from the crevice and spewing upwards, acting as a counter to the force applied down by the hunter. Large chucks of earth and rock sprayed and collided against the running clone, his footing misplaced by the formed crevice below. Combined with the rocks coming from the front of the hunter, the clone was face down in a second, stumbling wildly.

With one threat down, he knew another was nearby. His hands clenched a decent amount of earth before pulling it free. The roots in the earth tearing at the pure destructive force of the Kamyuja. He turned in a spin, having heard the advance from behind. The rock collided into the side of the clone and sent it tumbling away. The earth shattering on connection after applying the sheer force. A subconscious flexed through the man, his muscles burning in a light way, recognizing the stress he was starting to put them under.

Both clones came to stand again, but the earth was of a different nature. The shockwave unleashed a dramatic change in the environment. Large pillars and boulders of stone and rock rising from the dirt like the hands of the undead. Splitting through the grass and bringing their brown filth sky high, reaching a few meters in an unpredictable pattern. The entire area in a hundred meter radius now changed into an uneven battlefield.

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The first clone reached him, running straight at him with wicked conviction. In its hand a self-made sword. He had forgotten their ability to replicate any paper technique that he currently knew. It dashed forward with a lunging strike but a parry from the hunter’s shield blocked the strike and left him unscathed. Another lunge and the sword stabbed through the air to pierce him again, but the attack remained parried once more.

A final lunge was enough for the hunter to take advantage, he pushed the strike to the side and used the opening. His leg lifted and kicked hard into the chest of the clone, sending it flying backward. The clone flew before tumbling and rolling another twenty meters. The second clone had closed the distance in this time, coming from behind. Leaving him few choices, the hunter immediately brought his hands together. A powerful shockwave emanating from his hands.

The clone approaching from behind connected with the shockwave and was thrown several meters back and off of its feet. The Kamyuja raised to his height and turned, shield on his back still, his hands up and at the ready. The first clone picking itself up, but as was the second. With a leap the man was atop the second clone thrown by the shockwave. A hand gripped the shoulder before tossing it up into the air.

When the body came back down, it was met with a kick, the power of the Kamyuja running through his body to push as much strength through as he could muster. The connection was loud and the clone thrown hard through the air into a nearby tree. The tree made a sickening crack as the paper body collided, the resilience of the fake person greater than the resilience of the tree. The second clone approached from behind, and was met with a twist and a right hook that connected with the jaw. The attack throwing the clone backwards.

The hunter crossed the distance and intercepted the attempt to get up, a hard kick to the body sending the limp corpse through the air before tumbling for another few meters. He could feel his body changing, and while the work wasn’t particularly strenuous or hard. Beating up semi-lifeless bodies of paper. The combined mental concentration and physical concentration he was employing to try and further both his understanding and grasp on the chaos ability gave him some advantage.

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The first clone came back, his body recovered from the simple attack bestowed on him earlier. A rather simple attack before him, paper cards thrown at the hunter with deadly accuracy. His shield was raised to block the ranged attacks and to absorb the incoming heat. It was just a gap closer however, the clone bounced across the rough terrain like a mobile monkey and came into close distance of the Kamyuja. He was quicker, and better equipped however.

As the clone finally reached with in arms distance, the Kamyuja unsheathed his sword blindingly fast, a few flicks of his wrist and the blade twirled through the air like an invisible blade. The steel slicing through the clone and separating chest from waist. The warrior turned through with the strike, allowing the clone to keep momentum and fall to pieces to the Kamyuja’s left. The blade lid back into the sheath and connected perfectly with the tsuba. A satisfying clink.

Two pillars behind the approaching clone collapsed, sliding down and falling on itself as the strike from the Kamyuja was enough to travel through the air and remove their integrity. The second clone came into range, employing a similar tactic as it bounced around to approach the Kamyuja. He turned and watched the approach, remaining dead still until the last moment, when a blade could be employed. A swift unsheathing and the second clone collapsed similar to the first.

He wanted a quick break from their assault, and rather than forcing them to stop, he wanted to prove the strength of his Busosen internally. The paper collecting and drew up into his clothes, absorbing the amount. He settled himself and drew his weapon into its sheath. With his world currently at a little more ease, the Kamyuja settled down into a low crouch before locking his legs together and resting his arms across his lap. Eyes closed.

His mind returned to a calm and buried state, his subconscious taking over the majority of his external actions. With a stillness that would impress the Monks, the Kamyuja remained in his internal efforts to remove any and all distractions from his mind, but it wasn’t enough. He could sense the difference and knew he needed to mentally unlock part of his mind to allow the transition to happen. The sun slowly drifted to the horizon behind the clouds, though nearly impossible to tell the time based on it alone, those who spent their lives in Ame knew the signs even under cover.

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His mind wandered to a far distant place, his body formed in his consciousness on a plane of existence that could only really be described as a dream. Despite this however, he wasn’t asleep, his body was in a deep meditative state. The manifestation of the world around him simple and similar to that the surrounded him now. The Kamyuja stood and examined his surroundings to come to the conclusion, it was only then that a further manifestation made itself apparent. ”Kenshin.”

The Venator took stock of the apparition before him, human in shape and slowly forming into a solid state. After a moment it became clear he wasn’t talking to anyone he knew, the person before him unknown for the most. The man spoke again. ”Do not be frightened, this is real.” The Kamyuja remained silent, his eyes stone cold on the person in front of him until finally his lips broke. ”Frightened?” He pinched the cigarette in his lips and pulled it free, a small trail of smoke wafting to the sky. ”Excited you mean. I thought I had something to hunt for a moment.” He exhaled, a greater plume of smoke blew to the person.

A hearty laugh rang through the dream, bouncing from nowhere. ”Perfect. We have training to do.” It reminded him, stepping back and twirling with hands extended to signal their surroundings. ”There is a small portion of your mind that remains resistant to the chaos stage. As is natural.” He added, he closed the gap to Kenshin and put his hand forward. ”And you need to confront it before you can progress.”

This time it was Kenshin who laughed forward, his left hand automatically resting on his katana hilt. ”Tell me then, how do I confront my own mind?” He asked, not quite understanding where this apparition was taking things. The person pulled his arm back, then turned. Another apparition but this one Kenshin recognized immediately. It was a mirror image, every detail perfect. His copy flicked aside a cigarette, the embers bursting through the air. A quick push forward and he was sprinting straight at Kenshin.

The Kamyuja braced himself, paper spreading from his cloak to his army and forming a shield on his left forearm. The copy lifted its arms, a weapon braced in his hands. A quick slide to stop and he tilted forward, finger on the trigger. Kenshin parted his lips and shifted his weight immediately. The cigarette dropped as his arm crossed to the front. Before he could even brace properly the first arrow struck his shield before dropping to the ground. Arrow after arrow struck his shield, the Kamyuja remained low behind his shield.

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The last arrow struck against the shield before dropping to the ground, the man behind peeking out to spot his mirror copy approaching rapidly. His copy launching himself high into the air with a swift jump. Kenshin watched for a moment to make calculations before unleashing a wicked strike. His katana sliced through the air and sent a dragon strike carving through the air on an intercept course with his copy. Taking a moment to sheath his blade, he then dodged out of the path of his enemy.

The Kamyuja copy responded to the dragon strike with a paper shield, taking the brunt of the damage without any issue. Kenshin swore to himself and found he was at odds. When his copy made contact with the ground a shockwave exploded out, small ripples of earth collapsed in on themselves from the point of collision. The earth slowly started turning in on itself before shooting randomly in different directions. Both the advantage and problem with fighting himself was that he knew everything, he knew all of his own capabilities and moves. He needed to outsmart himself.

It was likely even his clone was thinking the same though, so it became a solid conundrum. He assumed he was destined to beat his own self, but whether he would succeed or not wasn’t apparent. The Kamyuja lifted his hands, drawing on the cards located in his belt. Each obeying his commands and forming a circle around himself. A few sheets joined the circle to form a subconscious shield. His clone had already raised his crossbow again, sending a bolt flying at the original.

The paper floating around the Kamyuja formed a temporary blockage, the arrow collided and dropped just like before. His clone seemed obsessed with the crossbow, which served him well enough. The Kamyuja threw his arm forward a few times, each time a separate card would depart his protective ring and fly at his clone. The clone lowered his crossbow and turned to dodge, sidestepping the paper card. Kenshin smiled as his hands came together, a simple seal and his plan came to fruition. An explosion ripped from the card, the tag wrapped around it activating on his seal.

The explosion ripped through the air and engulfed the copy, covering him in flames and a concussive force. The copy was blown sideways, thrown from his feet and to the dirt below. His body rolled across the ground for a moment. Kenshin observed, waiting for the copy to get up but so far no movement had escaped the body. He turned to start looking for the other man, the one who had originally addressed him but found him nowhere. In confusion he turned back to the copy, whom was now pulling himself up.

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Kenshin looked on in disbelief, watching this copy of himself pick himself up after receiving a full tag of explosives less than a meter away. It was a lot of force and there were few reasons one would survive the attack. The copy had a wicked smile upon his lips, his hat on the ground. When at full height he brushed himself off before leaning down to pick up the treasured item. Kenshin narrowed his eyes at the character and sighed. He was in a dream world, but everything acted realistically so it had been safe to assume death was the same. A voice appeared next to him. ”You’re close.” The Kamyuja turned to look at the voice but found nothing there.

With little guidance on how to destroy the apparition, he remained with the one tactic from the start. Simply defeat it. More cards shot forward from his ring of paper, flying through the air and carving around the shield that the copy had deployed. Each time a card was close enough, Kenshin formed the seal to activate the seal on it. The explosion triggered each time to send a fiery blast at his opponent with a small shockwave. Each time the copy took the explosion and assumed walking, trudging forward as though nothing would stop it.

Kenshin kept the shield about him, but stopped utilizing the cards. Instead he focused on the crossbow. The weapon was slung across his back, with a twist and flick of his body the weapon came to his hands. Raising it high enough for the sights to befall his copy, Kenshin started sending crossbow bolts at his opponent. The copy responded with a shield of its own similar to his, this one a dome of paper. The Kamyuja ceased firing for a moment, and waited until his opponent came out from hiding.

With the shield up there were few choices left for the Kamyuja to utilize, except the previous. His left hand let go of the crossbow to flick a wrist towards the barrier. The paper cards curved towards the shield. Each one that struck stayed, their strength and durability similar. When three cards remained stuck into the shield, he formed a seal. The combined explosives ripped open the paper and tore an opening for the Kamyuja. With the weapon raised he braced and unleashed a dozen bolts in rapid succession. The bolts split through the air and glided into the opening and behind. Each struck the copy in the chest, dropping him to the ground.

The apparition remained, but slowly faltered as the life faded from his body. Eventually he completely disappeared, the arrows dropping to the ground. He lowered the weapon and placed it upon his back, the sling keeping it ready. He wandered over to where the corpse had lain, picking up the bolts and searching them for any evidence to the battle. Nothing. He turned to leave but came face to face with the original instructor. Kenshin bowed in his presence before straightening.

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Heavy eyes blinked open, the dark sky above casting thick heavy shadows across the tree tops. Water still poured from the sky shrouding the whole landscape in a thick layer of rain. A small paper umbrella hovered above, the rain pattering against the material lightly. The Venator slowly started to look around, blinking more than usual to clear his eyes but mostly to clear his mind. Taking a deep breath, the warrior stood to his full height, his body stiff and tight. There were a few clones around him still, they were dormant and awaiting his instruction. It had seemed his time for meditation was over, whether it was premature or not he couldn’t be sure. He was still under the influence of chaos, but he felt different. A small flicker of excitement ran through his body as he tried to connect the feeling with the potential new level.

White eyes searched the horizon, everything was as it had been. His hand dropped to his katana, activating a nearby clone to come and attack him. The clone obeyed rapidly, shifting immediately into a run at him. He turned to the clone and at the same time unsheathed his blade. The steel sliced through the air quicker than the eye could perceive. Two dragon strikes carved through the air, droplets of rain exploding when hit by the air waves. The clone ignorant to the attacks connected with the first and stumbled, as it gathered itself back into a run it was hit by another. The paper clone fell and immediately disintegrated. The paper to form the technique dispersing and falling to the ground in a disorganized mess.

With the sheathing of his blade, he could tell he was different. His body was reacting differently, it was faster, more alert. Everything was reacting as though his mind and body reacted as one, his mind taking and reacting to events faster than real-time. The feeling was sensational, but he was under the same impression when he first accessed the third chaos stage. The transformation being more than just the strength as many believed it to be.

The mental side of his training had been completed upon the defeat of his opponent, himself. While it might seem typical and an odd thing to explain, there was a deeper meaning behind it. The Venator remained true and managed to defeat the clone despite the similarity in skills and techniques. His physical training had been complete for a while and the main barrier was internal. He withdrew all paper and called it back onto his person, the sheets cascading onto his clothing.

As he turned to leave the courtyard, the rain above still heavy and driving to the ground, his eyes came across a figure amongst the trees. Immediately the Kamyuja had his crossbow drawn and sights aimed. His eyes steady and focused. ”Come out.” He commanded. The figure stepped out, a slight wavering to his entire shape. Kenshin’s eyes narrowed as he came to recognize the man, the one from his dream. The figure bowed, and wished him well, his voice echoing. The figure disappeared, no trace of his existence but the reaction of Kenshin, weapon drawn and aimed.

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+100; Learned.