Caution[T/P]

[KAZUKI]

Mass Change [100]
Rank: "S"
Skill: GenJutsu
Effect: This Jutsu allows the user to change the appearance of 1 aspect of the surrounding landscape to their whim.
Special: "Handseals"
Drawback: ---
Description: Affects within the distance of the same thread. The user is able to perform this technique at a distance of 120 meters plus 60 meters per class level. The duration of this technique lasts for 10 hours per class level. This technique may be disbelieved once interacted with. Objects or creatures are altered from 1 type to another—dogs become cats, humans becomes goblins, houses become wagons, birds become pies, and so on. The change affects sight, sound, smell, and touch.
Limit: Must know the Glamour Perception.






0 | 100


[KAZUYA]


Every time I question him about something, he smiles at me like he's Yoda and I'm just a dumbass without the Force.
“Are you saying, that if I learn this Genjutsu, I could completely change any aspect of my surroundings?” As Kazuki, the brother of kazuya nodded slowly, the Futakongo blinked wearily and then stared down at the scroll, a frown creasing his brow. Glamour chakra is needed here. The distance is great: one hundred and twenty meters plus sixty per class level, nice. That would make roughly four hundred and twenty meters. But I am not entirely sure. Objects or creatures are altered including the five senses. “Amazing, so how does it work? The Futakongo said immaturely earning a glare from jerry.

Kazuya simply ignored and closed her eyes. Both of his hands rose up before her in unison before they clasp together forming Histuji instantly. His left thumb was on top, and both of her hands were together vertically. With Ram in motion he awakened his chakra and allowed it to swell in volume. This wasn’t elemental chakra but that which creates illusions. A skill which used correctly can manipulate the flow of chakra in the victim’s brain, causing a disruption in their senses.

Now to create Genjutsu is rather simple once you get the hang of it. All the Futakongo had to do was to control the chakra flow of his opponent’s cerebral nervous system, and thereby he would be affecting their five senses. Now this could work both ways; the Futakongo had learned that his Genjutsu’s effects activity throughout the prosencephalon structure of the brain, humans, dogs and other species of mammal are therefore all affected by her Genjutsu; however, like all insects which lack such a structure to their brains, they don’t even notice when a Genjutsu is in play. But that doesn’t fall into this category. His Genjutsu chakra stretched outward in a three hundred and eighty degree radius from his at a steady rate.

But the meters will have to be worked out before he could allow the illusion to work. In this method of learning, he will first stretch his chakra to the limit of which he could perform and then like a switch he will awaken the Genjutsu. It always take time, but once he has mastered it, he is confident that it will work in a matter of short seconds. In his mind’s eye he saw everything working perfectly: a bright blue fog emitting from him form in a 380 degree radius and still flowing, crawling across the ground and through the air like phantom tentacles only to hit solid objects in their path and either merging with the organism or riding up the organism or around it. Blue chakra fog like mist, thick and heavy, and very much alive.

The process was time consuming at first, but as soon as three meters was out and still stretching, he began to feel the toll as the chakra limit jumped from C rank worthy and heading onto B rank worthy. Sweat beaded her forehead, and then within a few minutes, he felt a wet face cloth pressed against his skin. This was going to take a while. It felt like hours before he heard a voice from outside his mind. “Look at him, he looks like he’s sleeping.” Kazuki had such a velvety voice for a soft spoken man. But hearing them talk was becoming distracting and so hw found himself becoming restless.

[KAZUKI]

Mass Change [100]
Rank: "S"
Skill: GenJutsu
Effect: This Jutsu allows the user to change the appearance of 1 aspect of the surrounding landscape to their whim.
Special: "Handseals"
Drawback: ---
Description: Affects within the distance of the same thread. The user is able to perform this technique at a distance of 120 meters plus 60 meters per class level. The duration of this technique lasts for 10 hours per class level. This technique may be disbelieved once interacted with. Objects or creatures are altered from 1 type to another—dogs become cats, humans becomes goblins, houses become wagons, birds become pies, and so on. The change affects sight, sound, smell, and touch.
Limit: Must know the Glamour Perception.






 | 100





The Futakongo was about to snap at them when suddenly he felt his body fold painfully. Pins and needles overtook his body and he broke out in sweat. But what the most frightening thing was that he couldn’t stop his progress, much less open his eyes. And then what happened next chilled his blood to below zero. “Please, Mr,” he whimpered, “don’t hurt me. I’m sorry….”
A grin, my grin, Kazuya's grin made his heart stop cold. “It’s too late for sorry. Now kneel before me.” My voice, the sound so cold. Is this an illusion? Or my guilty conscious? A knife, suddenly appearing out of nowhere and then down, sinking into flesh. My hand is attached to the blade. And then his screams, rising in baritone. Why is this happening? I’m so sorry! Sorry. Sorry. Sorry.

The world snapped into focus as Kazuya's eyes opened slowly as if hesitantly. It felt like his eyelids were made of sandpaper. His mouth tasted stale and her tongue was stuck to the inside of one cheek. His entire body ached. But what was strange was that his training was still in process. He could feel the ebb of his chakra leaving his body in waves. And if he awakened his eyes he would bet that the distance of his chakra covering the field would be a run-of-the-mill med B rank worthy.

Well he felt halfway between B rank to beginnings of A rank. But spending chakra was hard to judge when nothing was being done with it besides stretching the limit to that of S ranked. But still he hesitantly closed his eyes and opened his mind’s eye. Indeed his chakra had stretch a fair amount since his vision or whatever it was. Opening his eyes he noticed that Both jerry and Kazuki were sitting in the grass, staring and talking between them. With a voice so dry, Kazuya summoned up and asked for a drink. “Jerry, water please.”

Something was off, his entire throat felt heightened. The cold stung like ice against skin for too long and he had trouble speaking. But he had to think about it later, worry later for he felt her stomach fold once again.
Focus. Focus. Focus.
The voice was spoken very clearly. And he listened to it and closed his eyes. The chakra emitting his body began to slow. But it was still constantly leaving his pores in the same measured amounts. His bottom was numb with the wet soaking through as he was sitting on the grass but he ignored that, and focused on his training at hand. He began to think on what this jutsu was and what it can do.

And so while his chakra was spreading the entire area around him, he ruled out that this was a Genjutsu, and that he knows what a Genjutsu is and what it can do. And in this case, this jutsu altered an object such as a mansion, once tampered with Glamour chakra will appear a cottage. Like the opposite of what it truly is. Mentally nodding, he gave one final shove of chakra to release before he cancelled his training for the day. His hands fell from the Ram seal and fell onto his lap. His chakra and the chakra around him dissipated into fin air, wasted yet gained something new. The distance marked roughly ninety per send out of the maximum he was going for: four hundred and twenty meters. But after what he went through today he was glad that he actually got somewhere that it didn’t cancel out when he had to vision episode or whatever it was.

[KAZUKI]

Something had prevented him from dreaming. Normally a light sleeper, he often found himself lying awake in the night, momentarily stunned and unsure of where he was. But his sleep had been unusually deep this time, and he awakened with a quiet sense of purpose, which like the coming dawn grew steadily stronger. A breeze brought wind chimes outside the bedroom window to life, their delicate, otherworldly music drifting through the mostly dark room. A lovely sound, he thought, but strangely melancholy as well. The shadows parted as he sat up, and the beginnings of daylight bled through the windows, gently absorbing the darkness, devouring it slowly. He had a strong desire to stand before the mirror against the far wall, to look at his reflection, to see first-hand what had become of him during such a long and unforgiving night. But he remained in bed, remembering. The folding sensation when he was learning. Why could he not move that feeling aside? The more he thought about it the more it seemed real. Ignoring the queasiness he got out of bed and made his way outside. This was the day he was going to learn it. And so he found himself sitting down with his hands in the Ram seal.





Blinding flashes seared Kazuya’s eyes and he experienced the familiar sensation of being turned completely inside out, with every nerve pulled thin like a spider web, every cell split and shattered. Colours raced past him as if he was falling down a well that went on forever. Cold shuddered through him like spears of ice. Then there was a twisting sensation and he was on his knees, hauling for breath and gagging against the nausea that bubbled up from deep inside.

It took him a moment to realize he was kneeling in the sunshine and the air was warm and clean.
The door into your deepest, darkest mind.
Behind him, the standing building of his home stood out against a deep blue sky, each brick stood out against a deep blue sky, each smooth and polished, carved with cracks marked by time. What the hell happened? As he turned from his dwelling, he noticed a figure hunched over, his back against the Futakongo. Slowly he approached the stranger, but noticed immediately, the figure was not a stranger at all – but himself, and he was holding the Ram hand seal.

Something else was bizarre, he could see his chakra leaving the lean figure and realized that even though something was wrong, his training was still in process. The Futakongo stumbled to the ground, and stared intently at himself. The chakra leaving the body went right through him as though he was a ghost, and as he looked around he noticed that the distance of that chakra had well in truly past the boundaries of B Rank. The boy knew at once that he was releasing A Rank worth of chakra, and that since he was stretching his chakra still, it meant that he was still training.

“What the hell is going on?” He whispered fearfully. Don’t you know? A voice answered him. His voice. He turned sharply at the sound and let out a holler. Three forms of himself stood in the field. But as Kazuya stared piercingly at the second figure, he noticed a cruelty in the mix of his innocent face. “Adelpha?” As the boy nodded casually, Kazuya felt a chill creep down his spine. “What is happening?” You are training, brother. After you murdered that man in the medical wing, you and I have collided. While you train in the physical world, your mind is slowly merging with my own. We are becoming one…

Meanwhile the remains of Kazuya holding the Ram seal continued to release chakra out in a steady amount. Kazuki approached silently by the shell form of the Futakongo holding a cup of coffee in his hand, unaware of what has happened to the Futakongo. His chakra silk over him in waves of warmth as heedlessly it attended to his chakra network even when he had not activated his glamour illusion. The stretch of his chakra finally hit the midway mark of A rank. And there was a jolt as his chakra came to a brief halt. His chakra poured from his pores continuously until it reach the limitation on the field around him before the stretching prolonged. And by now the stretching of his chakra was nearly complete: two hundred and ten meters out of four hundred and twenty.

[KAZUKI]

Something had prevented him from dreaming. Normally a light sleeper, he often found himself lying awake in the night, momentarily stunned and unsure of where he was. But his sleep had been unusually deep this time, and he awakened with a quiet sense of purpose, which like the coming dawn grew steadily stronger. A breeze brought wind chimes outside the bedroom window to life, their delicate, otherworldly music drifting through the mostly dark room. A lovely sound, he thought, but strangely melancholy as well. The shadows parted as he sat up, and the beginnings of daylight bled through the windows, gently absorbing the darkness, devouring it slowly. He had a strong desire to stand before the mirror against the far wall, to look at his reflection, to see first-hand what had become of him during such a long and unforgiving night. But he remained in bed, remembering. The folding sensation when he was learning. Why could he not move that feeling aside? The more he thought about it the more it seemed real. Ignoring the queasiness he got out of bed and made his way outside. This was the day he was going to learn it. And so he found himself sitting down with his hands in the Ram seal.





Blinding flashes seared Kazuya’s eyes and he experienced the familiar sensation of being turned completely inside out, with every nerve pulled thin like a spider web, every cell split and shattered. Colours raced past him as if he was falling down a well that went on forever. Cold shuddered through him like spears of ice. Then there was a twisting sensation and he was on his knees, hauling for breath and gagging against the nausea that bubbled up from deep inside.

It took him a moment to realize he was kneeling in the sunshine and the air was warm and clean.
The door into your deepest, darkest mind.
Behind him, the standing building of his home stood out against a deep blue sky, each brick stood out against a deep blue sky, each smooth and polished, carved with cracks marked by time. What the hell happened? As he turned from his dwelling, he noticed a figure hunched over, his back against the Futakongo. Slowly he approached the stranger, but noticed immediately, the figure was not a stranger at all – but himself, and he was holding the Ram hand seal.

Something else was bizarre, he could see his chakra leaving the lean figure and realized that even though something was wrong, his training was still in process. The Futakongo stumbled to the ground, and stared intently at himself. The chakra leaving the body went right through him as though he was a ghost, and as he looked around he noticed that the distance of that chakra had well in truly past the boundaries of B Rank. The boy knew at once that he was releasing A Rank worth of chakra, and that since he was stretching his chakra still, it meant that he was still training.

“What the hell is going on?” He whispered fearfully. Don’t you know? A voice answered him. His voice. He turned sharply at the sound and let out a holler. Three forms of himself stood in the field. But as Kazuya stared piercingly at the second figure, he noticed a cruelty in the mix of his innocent face. “Adelpha?” As the boy nodded casually, Kazuya felt a chill creep down his spine. “What is happening?” You are training, brother. After you murdered that man in the medical wing, you and I have collided. While you train in the physical world, your mind is slowly merging with my own. We are becoming one…

Meanwhile the remains of Kazuya holding the Ram seal continued to release chakra out in a steady amount. Kazuki approached silently by the shell form of the Futakongo holding a cup of coffee in his hand, unaware of what has happened to the Futakongo. His chakra silk over him in waves of warmth as heedlessly it attended to his chakra network even when he had not activated his glamour illusion. The stretch of his chakra finally hit the midway mark of A rank. And there was a jolt as his chakra came to a brief halt. His chakra poured from his pores continuously until it reach the limitation on the field around him before the stretching prolonged. And by now the stretching of his chakra was nearly complete: two hundred and ten meters out of four hundred and twenty.

[KAZUKI]

Suddenly the empty shell of Kazuya began to break out in sweat. Kazuki stared down immediately as though he sensed something was wrong and knelt over and placed his hand onto his forehead. His eyes widen though Kazuki could not see it and he yelled out promptly. “Jerry! Your pupil is burning up!” As Jerry ran from the building, Kazuya suddenly convulsed, though somehow the figure holding the Ram seal managed to stay upright. “His body has locked, but he is way too hot.”

Slowly the chakra widened the field in a one hundred and eighty degree circle. It crawled along the ground even when the host of the chakra was having a recoil. “We can’t move him Kazuki, we must not disturb him training, his temper is appalling and when he is in rage, he’s like a demon. We must simply watch over him, his body is locked, he is not swallowing his tongue.” In the portal within his mind, Kazuya watched as his figure contort back in forth in dizzily display. He watched as Jerry held him back to keep him from falling backward and then watched as Kazuki applied a wet face cloth to his forehead.

Standing beside Kazuya, Kazuki watched with a bored expression before his cruel gaze went to the field. Your chakra stretching is almost complete. Before long you will be attempting to swap the appearance of everything to make this jutsu function. But before we must apart again, we have to fix this problem for an unstable mind will achieve nothing. Suddenly Kazuki gripped Kazuki’s shoulders tightly, his finger nails digging into flesh sharply. And then the pain hit him. The boy holding the Ram seal suddenly opened his eyes. An excruciating scream immediately tore from his throat.

“Oh God!” He whimpered pathetically, but no matter how much he tried to free his hands from the Ram seal, he found that he could not. As a matter of fact, his chakra wasn’t canceled out from the pain emitting from his body. He was working on many levels at once. Not yet, your hands must remain connected. You must not lose focus on your release of chakra. If so you may lose your progress and I would have to start from the beginning. The Futakongo continued to scream, scream from pain, and scream from fear. He kept screaming until a merciful blackness descending on him consciousness.

But he was not sleeping. Somehow his chakra was still expanding, from once it was half way, but a major leap had made the distance of his chakra widen even more. Before it was two hundred and ten meters, now it was three hundred and fifteen meters out of four hundred and twenty. Kazuki watched from within as the distance leaped and continue to stretch. It would not be long now until the mark was reached. Expanding the distance of chakra over a short amount of time was impressive, but as kazuki watched over the comatose form of flesh and blood, he looked at the Ram seal as it was still held in place; this progress of training was not over yet

[KAZUKI]

Kazuya felt a pair of hands shaking him. Brother, wake up. He sat up with a start. Kazuki stroked his hair. You were having a nightmare, brother. Kazuya threw her arm over his waist in an effort to keep the pain at bay. “I still am,” he moaned. “Everything hurts and I am so cold.” Kazuki’s hand felt cool against his clammy forehead. Do you feel anything else? he became aware of another sensation – almost a craving. It was like being hungry, but worse.

Slowly he opened his eyes and almost gasped out as the pain became too awful, but he managed to mutter, “Why is it dark? Am I dying?” No. We are synthesizing. Soon we will have to make another name. It is becoming dark because soon this realm within us will be no more. Yet, something went wrong in the development. I cannot explain it as of yet, but something is wrong. We might have another brother soon. Kazuya opened his eyes. “Another, as in personality?”

The seizure had ended, leaving Jerry and Zuki wondering what the hell had happened. They look at each other before leaning over to peer into Kazuya’s face. A gasp sounded as jerry questioned him worry. “Look at his eyes, there is no shine to them, it’s like he is dead yet I can hear him breathing.” The chakra pulsing around them suddenly thickened. And then in unison, both Zuki and Jerry whispered: “You felt that didn’t you?” Jerry then whispered: “His hands are still in the Ram seal, he must still be in training. I knew it that he was fine.” But the worry was still there.

It’s nearly time. Another five minutes should do it and then you will be in two places at once. Awake yet still with me, here, joining into one being. But I must tell you, Kazuya, it may be painful. But once the chakra has reached its full potential, we must not stop. We must continue, as the strain will become too strong to manage and I want to master this Genjutsu so that we are one step closer in finally mastering Glamour. I am selfish, yes, but I believe we share the same goal.

The light in Kazuya’s eyes slowly returned, pupils dilated before looking more or less normal. The boy took in a lung full of air before asking in a fragile voice. “Jerry… Water… War-tah.” The old man jumped at the sound of his voice before a sigh of relief was made. As he went inside to get the glass, Zuki asked what the hell happened. But one sharp glare in his direction halted all his questions.

Jerry was forced to supply his student the drink, as for a while now his hands had become stiff with holding the Ram seal for so long, but after he finished the glass he whispered: “four hundred and twenty meters. The chakra has reached the maximum for the jutsu.” With a smile, his eyes rolled back in his head suddenly as abrupt pain wrenched his body. “Awk.” The sound from his throat sounded like that of a wounded animal. But that did not stop him once he awakened his Glamour abilities and once the pain had subsided, he then grunted out the words: “Yet the fun games begin…”

[KAZUKI]

His eyes won’t open. It’s like his lashes are coated with iron instead, pulling down the lids with a heaviness he can’t fight. A medicated kind of heaviness. He’s disoriented. Part of him feels awake, as if he’s swimming from the bottom of the ocean to the surface, but his body feels floaty, like he’s already there rolling with the lull of the waves. Kazuya ran a groggy diagnostics on his other senses.
Hearing. The screams in chorus from his dry throat as he had been screaming before. Along with that was something else, something totally inappropriate for the current moment: Music. There was something odd about that music. The sound was discordant. Jarring and shrill. But that wasn’t the odd thing about it. What was odd was how tantalizingly familiar it was. The defining element of the music was the sound of seemingly one thousand tortured violins being violently assaulted by an army of escaped mental patients bent on wringing the soundtrack of hell from their undoubtedly stolen instruments. Rapidly repeated, stinging bursts of sudden sharp sounds, followed by longer and more ominous-sounding notes in a lower register. The overall effect was so like something he’d heard a million times before, with perhaps a couple of minor variations, perhaps wedged between the more familiar notes as an afterthought, a way of warding off a copyright violation lawsuit. Yet…he couldn’t quite put his finger on why it was so damn familiar. What the hell is that monstrous noise?
Smell. A mixture of Jasmine and Sandalwood. Jasmine supposed to have powerful healing properties; it aids with everything from depression to childbirth. It is known most for its relaxing properties. It was making him relaxed considering the pain riding through him in waves, but childbirth? Out of the question. And Sandalwood, it was supposed to help alleviate chest pain. It is also used as a relaxing agent for tension relief. Many practitioners of yoga use Sandalwood for its calming and sexual properties. It is a hydration aid for the skin, as well as an anti-inflammatory. Why he smelt that was a question in its own right.
Touch. Stiff hands in the Ram seal. Grass needling the back of his legs, and wind cold against exposed skin. Chakra pouring from pores and into the air. Training, that was what he was supposed to do. Finally his eyes snapped open, and a startled cry emerged from his lips. The pain, God the pain. But he was awake now, partly as half of his soul? Was trapped within his own mind. Training. That was what needed to be done. And through a migraine? Then so be it.








Concentrate. You have already done the stretching of chakra, so now move on to sight, sound, smell, and touch. Tamper with those first before you change creatures. Leave the mansion for last. The duration of this technique last for ten hours per class level and since we are C classed, it will be much longer, so do not worry yourself by rushing. Kazuya's voice disclosed the instructions before fading form Kazuya’s mind silently to watch after his half soul in the realm within his psyche. The pain came almost instantly after that but he stubbornly pushed that aside and awakened his Genjutsu abilities.

At once he mixed with the lingering chakra in the air until it was thick like grease but without the smell. As soon as he was comfortable with the amount of attention gathered into his chakra, and that Glamour had indeed been released, he focused his attention onto another level and scented the air, beyond the smell of Jasmine and Sandalwood, but instead, the Futakongo sorted out the actual smell in the background that were not the masks of scents from his healing. Jerry had noticed the change in his student and picked up the burning urns of essence oils and took them inside.

Meanwhile inside his deepest mind, Kazuki watched over Kazuya intently. A shivering form rested in the darkness of his mind’s realm and that was the other half of Kazuya’s soul. His skin was pale with a pasty looking texture to it. And as he rested there shivering like a leaf, the pain would not go away. Fire ripped through his insides, through his veins, under his skin, coating his muscles. He wanted to scream and cry, but when his mouth opened, no sound emerged, and his eyes were already red and puffy. “Oh God, why does it hurt? My body is on fire.” He even sounded weak to his own ears, and that alone caught Kazuki’s attention.

You are a Futakongo. We are one regardless if this metamorphosis succeeds or fails and with that power comes personal strength. Nothing, no pain will tear us down. We deliver pain not receive it. We are strong, and we will remain. Kazuki’s fingers weaved through Kazuya’s hair before his attention fell back onto training. And by the looks of it, it was working. Jerry was the first to recognise the change of events. “What the hell is going on? The air feels... Strange. Thick and heavy like it is lacking … gravity.” The man tried to lift his arm and with effort he allowed it to fall down to his side. It hit the man's lap with a loud thud.

“Strange indeed. It is without a doubt heavy, but the air also smells different. The smell of pine is no more. I smell … candy floss?” Kazuki answered with a confused expression on his face. And as he stood, he stumbled before falling to the ground. “Gah! Try and do push-ups in this weight. It seems once light and normal air has change to oppressed and heavy air with the smell of something luscious. Could Kazuki be doing this? It is very similar to the jutsu Mass change. He has near enough change natural smell and air waves. We won’t be able to walk in this until the Genjutsu is over…”

[KAZUKI]

What the hell is going on? The air feels... Strange. Thick and heavy like it is lacking … gravity.
The voice of Jerry spoke with concern, and slowly Kazuya’s eyes opened and stared over Kazuki’s shoulder. The still form of a semi-awake Kazuya sat with his hands still holding the Ram hand seal, and while the other half of Kazuya watched from within his own mind beside Kazuki, he wondered what the old man meant by the air feeling strange. Both ‘brothers’ watched in engrossment as the old man lifted his arm with difficulty before it fell against his will.

It seems you are doing well in the physical world, brother. The old man is panicking over nothing. It seems you have nailed it but I have always believed that that man was a bit inadequate. He displeases me over everything, sets my teeth on edge. Oh how I wish to tear him apart. “But he means well, Kazuki. Jerry has helped out, even when we lose control he stands by us. I am grateful for his assistance.” The silence was complete once again as they both watch intently the scene from the ‘real’ world.

But as they watch, Kazuya’s serene voice breaks through the haze. Strange indeed. It is without a doubt heavy, but the air also smells different. The smell of pine is no more. I smell … candy floss? Suddenly Kazuki laughs. What in the world made you design the smell to be candy floss? “I was hungry.” Meanwhile, Kazuya watched as Jerry and Kazuki struggle with the change in background. And with his hands neatly in the Ram seal, he smiles icky. “You like that do you? I was going to create the smell of fire, along with the heaviness the flames create, but then I thought that if I did so, Jerry will have a stroke. How will you react to this?”

With Smell and Touch out of the way, it was left with Sight and sound. He already had an idea with what to do with his house, but as he consider the sound, it was another difficult thing to change through. And so at once he sought out the sounds of his surroundings. That was easy enough, once he blocked out Jerry and Zuki’s grumbling. Shortly he heard the sound of birds of every kind, parrots in which he imagined clothed in a riot of color, helmeted hornbills and their ugly heads and the dancing falcons. As he used his ear muscles and heightened senses of his own bloodline, he clearly heard the gossips of birds as they chatted in the air, shrieking with delight throughout their surroundings.

At once he zoned out to the more comfortableness of hearing and then elevated his Glamour chakra thickness into the surroundings and that included anybody who was near and tampered with the way they received sound. He applied the pressure until he studied Zuki for any reaction. After a moment of applying the changes that required his chakra. He quickly noticed Zuki’s handsome face ride up into a pinch as he crossed up his face. And then as in unison, both Zuki and Jerry began to scream.

He watched with a type of ferocity as they both lifted up their hands to their ears. To normal ears, people can hear everything easily, because their ears automatically adjust to the appropriate level but what he had just did was change from normal level to that of ear-piercing, enough to wake the dead.
“How do you like me now?” He asked coldly

[KAZUKI]

Kazuya didn’t wait for their reply as he knew he wouldn’t receive one over their screaming. Their faces had gone purple, and as they continued to scream, he allowed the pressure to lessen, but only slightly. There was no need to have two dead people in his backyard. “And what happened to these two?” The AnBu officer would say. “Oh, I just shatter their ear drums.” A smirk suddenly spring into action upon his face by simply imaging the AnBu’s reaction. How interesting that would have been. As Jerry and Zuki’s screams lessen to moans, Kazuya closed his eyes and imagined his house within his mind.

And suddenly at once, his stomach contorted, ripping and burning, burning all the air from his lungs, leaving him gasping for air, as though his life depended on it – which it does. His throat even burns, and that was scary. For he was dehydrating and for his risky purposes, he ignored such warnings. He forgot about the constant pain streaming through his body and realized that he must have lowered his guard, his mental shield. Now he felt his body twinge with each painful shot. How was he going to work through this? Somehow over the raging of pain, he found his focus and concentrated on the task at hand.

The Futakongo had a beautiful view of his house in his mind:

It rose up out of nowhere, part rock, part marble; a huge hulking palace, quite large and sprawling. It looked evil in the gathering dusk, staring with blank eyes, the rows of windows frightening in the lashing wind. The structure was several stories high, with long battlements, high rounded turrets, and great towers that rose up all over the holding. It was large and beautiful, yet dark and foreboding rising out of the shadows with its towers and terraces.

His home was impressive, with its gables and towers, turrets and enormous walk ways. The tracery facing the village of Takigakure was a slender intersecting stone bar which formed a geometrical pattern. It was very intricate, a distinctive pattern, not simply dividing the crown of the large window, it was on the highest gable overlooking the village. Something about the pattern had always caught Kazuya’s attention, he had not realized how intense it was when he had it build. And as he continued to create the view of his home within his mind, including each detail such as the sculpted eaves, the gables, even on the towers the silent sentinels, the gargoyles, watching the surrounding countryside with hollow, staring eyes and outstretched wings. The Futakongo made sure he missed nothing out.

Now was the hardest part imaginable. And he had to agree with himself also, that seeing his grand design turned into a shitty house made his stomach turn sourer. He imagined a small cottage. But since his home was so grand, so large he also imagined multiple small homes near to where he's would be. But not toching his illusion, this house of his will have to be designed differently. He began so, allowing his chakra to swell and then overcoat everything. But he also attended the eyes and senses of anybody nearby so that it would work with their human chakra system. Slowly his mansion glimmered away into a small jumble of shit before it packed itself onto itself once more but in small structures fit for a small two bedroom home.

As soon as the base of the house had over taken his mansion and bricks, stone had boarded up to cover the interior, he made it as though it was nestled back away from the other homes he had too, illusion into being and then she imagined it shrouded with large bushes and trees that would give any small cottage a semblance of privacy. Slowly he opened his eyes and awkwardly twisted his body so that he could look behind him. The boy knew that if he released his hands from the seal now that it was done, the illusion will still work, after all the scroll read hand seals, but that simply meant that the time duration of this Genjutsu was now in play. Had he done correctly?

[KAZUKI]

Kazuya came awake slowly, swimming upwards through the lightening layers of dark. His breathing was slow and laboured as if a weight was pressing down on him, locking his ribs. His eyelids flicked open and Kazuya stared into two shining black eyes only inches from his face. A cry of alarm escaped him, high and sharp. The eyes disappeared. There was a blurred black movement and the weight vanished from his chest. A noise came from the far corner and Kazuya turned towards it, gasping in the aftershock of the fright. There was another liquid black movement and then his eyes focused. A big black cat sat on the top of the dresser. Beside it, an identical animal curled lethargically. Two sets of obsidian eyes pinned him. “Night, Shade! You bloody bastards! Fuck!” Jerry opened the door and backed in carrying an ornate wooden tray. “And how are you now?” the man asked. “I thought I heard a cry. Are you still in pain?” Yes he was still in pain, no that was not the reason why he yelled out. Not surprisingly enough, he still felt half of his soul missing, but surprisingly so, he felt Zuki much more closer. Thinking of such…


“How? What happened? I could have sworn I was training, not resting in bed. And who the hell stripped me? Better not have been you Zuki.” Kazuya was dressed now though and was outside. The weather was bright and the sounds and feelings were back to normal. “After you finished changing your house, which by the way looked very cozy, and real. You passed out. And no Zuki did not relieve you of your clothing.” Sniffing Kazuya nodded and touched his shoulder. “Thank you for not dropping me.”

The Futakongo turned and sat down in front of his mansion and studied it with a keen eye. With a heavy sigh he suddenly winced before clapping his hands together to form the Ram seal. As his fingers straightened and folded in their right places, he summoned up his Glamour related chakra and allowed it to swarm out into the distance. Jerry timed the boy how long it took to cover the distance before he awakened the Genjutsu.

“Four hundred and twenty meters just under three minutes. Maybe I am reading this wrong.” Jerry said as soon as Kazuya told his that he had hit the mark. Suddenly he doubled over in pain. “Oh for god sake!” As he rid out the pain, and waited for his muscles to cool down, did he then closed his eyes and casted the jutsu. First off, his mansion shimmered down in size, groaning with each modification until it began reshaping. The outer structure began to form. And a sweet aroma seasoned the air, turning the wind from invisible to that of something with a slight pink tint to it. The walls of the building began to create, the color purple and puffy looking, like craved mud.

“What the?” he heard Zuki mutter as he continued to concentrate. As soon as the walls of the building was made, he then focused on shaping the roof, the colour of red. The tiles looked like waffles, with little dents in them to appear like real roof tiles. As soon as the house was created, the Futakongo heard distinctly the sound of Zuki's mocking amusement. A gingerbread house? How childish. As soon as he had said it, Zuki did also but in his own words.

With the senses of sight and smell out of the way, did he then focus on touch and sound. In a matter of thinking, he focused his attention onto the grass lining the ground around him candy house. With difficulty he concentrated until the grass began to harden and lengthen. Inquisitively he imagined hundreds of thousands of needles rising to the heavens. And slowly by slowly they formed, green in colour but appearing very sharp. And once again he heard Zuki mutter before he heard loud movement. “Jesus! That’s sharp.” Good.

[KAZUKI]

With sound left, he was beginning to change the way creatures hear when all of a sudden a pain unlike the others over took his body. A cry ripped form his throat as his body leant backwards at an abnormal angle. Deep within his mind, it was another story. The half soul of Kazuya was being tortured. The only thing he could concentrate on now was the pain. It was terrible, and it was all over his body. He felt like his bones were melting, like the skin was being peeled off his body. Dimly he heard himself screaming, and felt his body convulsing.

Now it hurt too much to scream; he was breathing in short, shallow gasps. It was like there was an iron clamp on his bones, and someone kept tightening it. Just when Kazuya thought the pain couldn’t get any worst, he would be assaulted by a fresh wave of agony. And it was cold! If only someone would stop the cold. Cold and pain, cold and pain – it was a repetitious drum in his soul. Kazuya couldn’t think; he became a screaming, crying, shivering thing with no focus on anything but the pain and the cold. At some point, he thought he saw jerry’s face. “Oh Jerry, please make it stop,” he tried to say. Then he saw other faces, but the pain made them leave him.

Come back, he thought incoherently. Why are you leaving me? Come back and make it stop. As the pain worsened, Kazuya curled into a ball as much as the pain will allow him. In delirium, he thought, Can’t anybody take this away? Help me. Then a voice answered him. And he knew that voice. Focus on my voice, the voice told him. “I can’t,” he heard herself say. Yes, you can. The pain isn’t your master…. You are. Heed me, and the pain will stop.

Yes, Kazuya thought, nearly insane from agony. The voice can make the pain stop; I must listen to the voice. Gradually, through the darkness of his mind, Kazuya was able to listen to the voice. When the pain nearly drove his to the brink of insanity, Zuki the voice, his voice forced it to recede. Finally the pain snapped. Kazuya opened his eyes. Zuki was by his side, and his touch was warm against the coolness of his skin. It’s time to rest, brother. And then we will be one. With that, Kazuki’s half soul fell asleep, unaware of the aftermath and what might happen.

“What was that? That was worst then the others.” Zuki asked worriedly, his hand touching Kazuya’s forehead. The boy could not answer but instead continued on with his training, as that was the only thing left for him to do now that will keep everything at bay. Thankfully whatever the episodes were, his Genjutsu had not cancelled. His mansion – now a candy house stood, with pink airy skies, and sharp needled grounds, all that was left was sound. And as he concentrated through the haze of pain, half soul and sleepiness, he slowly iced up the sound.

Slowly by slowly the world of his illusion quietened until nothing was heard. No breathing, no sound of wind, no sound of birds or trees. It was dead silence. A dead world. Jerry opened his mouth to speak and his voice was overly loud in the silence. “This is by far the most freakiest moments of my life…”

[??/100]

[Deleted]

+100; Learned.

in future just provide a link in your pm ;o

[KAZUKI]

Deadly Mark, The
Rank: "A"
Skill: GenJutsu
Effect: A deadly pattern technique capable of killing.
Special: "Handseals"
Drawback: ---
Description: A Mind-Affecting Technique. Affects 1 creature. The user is able to perform this technique at a distance of 7 meters plus 6 meters per class level. This technique may be negated. By performing this Jutsu, the illusionist shows an image of a specific object—either real or illusory— to a specific target. Should the target fail its save, they will instantly be knocked unconscious for 4d6 rounds the next time they see that specific object or an image of the object. A successful save means that the target instead becomes nauseated for 4d6 rounds when they next see that specific object or an image of the object. This object, which is chosen by the user, must be extremely specific, otherwise the Jutsu will have no effect on its intended target. Showing the target an image of an ordinary crown, for example, would not kill the target if he happened to see any crown in a portrait, but if the target is shown an image of a king’s royal specific crown, the target would die if they saw the king’s crown or a portrait of the king wearing that same exact crown. The Jutsu lasts until the affected target sees the object or an image of the object, or until the user touches the target and chooses to end the Jutsu.
Limit: Must know the Pattern Perception.

[Kazuya]
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With the children running around and some others too, Kazuya decided to train something a bit more substantial - perhaps something that would take some time to practice, something that would put his mind to work after that short period in which the others would stop being affected by the previous Genjutsu he has cast on them. Luckily, there were many techniques like that, but Kazuya wanted something amazing.

In order to leard said jutsu, Kazuya had to train his mind first. Actually casting it wasn't a big issue, it was simply a matter of picking a target, forming the seals and it's done. The trick to this Genjutsu was the level in which Kazuya's mind was trained, perhaps even his ability to visualize anything he could think of, be it real or not. Imagination was pretty much key.

So, sitting on the ground, Kazuya shut his eyes and began his focus. First he began thinking about his kunai knife. Since he had it on his person pretty much all the time, and since he could easily reach and grab it, it was a simple matter to visualize it. It was the first step before going for something big and perhaps even more complex. But he had to start somewhere.

With his eyes closed he began imagining the shape of the knife. Still not touching it, he though of the size relative to his. How it perfectly fit in his hand and how simply he could move his fingers down to slide one into the round hole so he could spin it in his hand. The pointy edge shaped like a perfect arrowhead coming out of the handle. A general and simple idea of it was great, but it wasn't enough.

Like every item in the world, a kunai too would have some natural 'scars'. Perhaps the blade was dull? Or the pointy end not so sharp? When did he last sharpen it and when did he last see it? It was also part of the factor the Genin had to consider when visualizing an item for the technique. This was the perfect place to reach for the knife and see if he could add some defenition to his imaginary kunai.

With his hand on the knife, Tora could feel how the handle felt. The round edges were somewhat used, which he could feel with his thumb on the handle, moving it around and adding a little tone to it. Running his index finger over the blade the Genin found that it has been a while since it was sharpened, adding a little bit of a dull blade to his image. It was nice to imagine it, but it was also time to compare.

Opening his eyes and holding the blade in front of him, Kazuya examined it. He could see that he had missed some details. Like the fact the pointy edge was a little bit weird. The arrowhead wasn't as perfect as he had thought and the whole blade seemed a bit off. Other than that, it was pretty close, and it taught the Genin a lesson. In order to think of an item, he would either have to have amazing memory, or perhaps see it beforehand.

[KAZUKI]

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With the knowledge he had gained in mind, Zuya decided to try and examine something else before visualizing it. Perhaps even something he hadn't really payed attention to in order to try and make it an item of choice. After all, the jutsu he had planned to master was really difficult and especially straining to the mind - which is why the Genin train it first of all.

Looking around, Zuya found a fun little item to practice on. Taking a few steps forward he found a wedding ring one of the people probably dropped. The simplest items are always the hardest to describe and even harder to imagine, which is why this particular ring was perfect to train his mind to try and hold the image in his head. So, it was examining time!

Looking over the ring, Zuya tried to make sure he didn't look at it for too long, trying to hold the image of it in his mind by simply glancing over it. With the one glance, he tried to gain as much information as possible, looking over the golden ring, the Genin tried to notice anything that would be somewhat of a distinguising factor. After all, it's simple to imagine a regular golden ring, the kick is to find something that turns it to a not so perfect golden ring.

Clenching a fist around the ring, Kazuya kept his gaze onto his now closed fist. By doing that, the image of the ring was still fresh in his mind. He could visualise it, see it still in his hand. The gold reflecting the sun into his eyes. He could feel the heavy metalic rig in his hand and almost see the little bit of chipped off gold on the inside of the ring. The little bit that got there after the ring was worn out.

It was nice to hold the image in his mind, and once he opened his hand again, Zuya could see the ring just as clearly as before. This time he examined it a lot better, noticing whatever it is he never noticed before. It was a nice lesson. Perhaps when utilizing the jutsu Zuya would need to practice something of a diffrent strategy. After all, if he gets too descriptive with his items, someone might die. For now he believed he could use it to at least make someone faint.

"And for my next trick...I'm gonna need a volunteer" Said the Genin as he looked around, trying to find someone to cast the Genjutsu on, maybe even try it. So, he looked around to see who could be strong enough to resist his Genjutsu and not die when seeing whatever it is the Genin envisioned. 

[Camus Comprix]

[I absolutely hate to be that guy, but how are you learning a S-rank as if it was a A-rank? Your C-rank, you can't learn S-ranks until B-rank for 120 TP. Like I see you worked hard to learn this tech but unless I'm missing something, mistakes were made.)

[KAZUKI]

(Your interrupting my training,don't u understand the word "private" yeah I know the 100TP mistake its sorted)

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Looking around the playground, most of the people have already snapped out of the previous Genjutsu he used. However, it really wasn't enough. They seemed weak. Their minds were weak. In order to actually use the Genjutsu in his current level without killing anyone, he would need to actually find someone with a strong mind - strong enough to withstand such a jutsu without too many issues.

Luckily enough, he could see someone that was perfect for the jutsu. A man who was in the range for his last Genjutsu but seemed to have some natural resistance to it. With that, Zuya could confidently approach him and use the Genjutsu, maybe even cause him to faint. After all, he wanted to practice - actually he needed to practice. It was the way to success, practice it over and over.

So, walking over to that man, staring at him, Zuya formed the seals. Once done, Zuya was just in range, standing in front of the man who looked back at the Genin. Reaching into his pocket, Zuya took out a coin, handing it over to the man, showing it to him and casting the Genjutsu, letting the man see it, making the coin the object of interest that would trigger the Genjutsu once the man looks at it again.

"You think I'm a hobo? What the hell?" Asked the man as Zuya put the coin back in his pocket, letting it vanish from view. It was time to test the Genjutsu, see how far he could've gone with just some visualisation. It was the time to see if he could learn such a complex technique with just a little bit of practice - after all, training hard wasn't his thing. So, he tried do make do with the bare minimum.

"A social experiment." Replied the Genin as he pulled out the coin again, holding it in his fist, looking at the man with his cold blue eyes. "What do you think of this coin?" He asked as he slowly opened his fist, letting the man look at the coin once again, eager to see the results and study them, see what was the effect of the Genjutsu.

The man looked at the coin and then back at Zuya, raising a brow. "It's uhh..." Replied the man before grabbing his stomach, feeling somewhat sick, looking away and trying to remain calm. It would seem that the Genin tried too little and the Genjutsu only worked in the most general way possible. There was a lot more work to be done.

Taking a step forward, Zuya put his hand on the man's shoulder, countering the Genjutsu and allowing him to keep it up. "It's alright. Thanks." He said and turned around, walking way from him, while trying to consider what else had to be done before mastering this Genjutsu completely.

[KAZUKI]

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Armed with new knowledge, Zuya headed away from the man and off to the grass patched area overlooking the playground. There, he could see everyone and not hear them too loudly to annoy him. It was a wonderful place to just close his eyes, forget all his troubles and actually relax. But this wasn't the time to relax but rather a time to actually train his mind. In order to do that, he in fact needed to relax so it was kinda perfect.

Sitting in the middle of the grassy patch, the Genin closed his eyes and began his review on the recent try and failure of the Genjutsu. The fiasco was something Zuya had to figure out in order to completely master it, after all, the experience is the important part when learning something new. Yet when dealing with such a dangerous Genjutsu, it was adviced to first really understand all the theory about it.

Basically, the jutsu failed because Zuya didn't execute it well. A Genjutsu works on someone's chakra, disturbing the flow and letting them expirience some illusions. In this particular case, the chakra flow disturbance was such that would make a person's chakra 'snap' when a certain image is percieved. This means the disruption should have a trigger which the user should implement when casting the Genjutsu.

So, in order to completely master the Genjutsu, when casting it, Zuya would need to not only focus on the image he would show the target, but also concentrate on the chakra flow disturbance in such a way that the 'snap' would be able to kill the target if the image is extremely specific rather than general - which basically meant the chakra disturbance worked in a certain manner that affected the brain.

This realization gave Zuya enough information to go on and keep practicing the jutsu in a way that would actually work. Sadly, in order to completely master it, Zuya would have to find some poor creature and actually kill it with it, hoping that the creature would be actually a justified kill or it would be an annoyance explaining it to someone else.

"I'll get a victim later..." He mumbled and sighed, knowing it would be annoying to find someone to kill, and yet still less annoying than explaining some dead guy in the middle of the playground. Tough descisions were to be made, but for now, Zuya had enough information to master the jutsu and make it his new trump card.

[KAZUKI]

Taking into account everything that has happened, Zuya decided that in order to completely learn the jutsu, before trying it again he would need to break it down, perhaps taking step by step and try to master each step induvidually before trying to put it all together and actually use it properly and master it completely.

First thing first, he would need to break down the seals he made into parts that would compliment one another. With that, he decided to start with the first set of seals, which was meant to allow the user to get to the target's chakra flow and alter it in a way that would allow the next set of hand seals to disrupt it so much that a visual aid would cause the chakra flow to 'snap' - which may have serious sideeffects.

Getting access to someone's chakra flow was the key part of the technique, after all, without it nothing could work. Luckily, since he had already tried it on that guy earlier, he knew he had that part covered. He could defiantly alter the man's stream of chakra, but obviously not enough to actually allow the next step to work. So, some more practice was nessecery.

Forming the first set of handseals, the Genin looked around, seeing a couple sitting nearby. It was nice to see the two lovebirds enjoying their day and he didn't want to ruin it - not much anyways. With only the first set of seals he couldn't do much anyways, so he looked over at the guy, and with his own chakra working, he got a nice access to his chakra stream, changing the flow a little bit, trying to control it in a way that would train him enough.

He could understand just how much manipulation was needed. The second set of seals would set it in the right place, but the challenge was to learn how to do it the hard way - manually, first and only then move to the easier part and do it with the help of the seals. So, with enough chakra formed, the Genin was able to alter the stream to the point of snapping, causing the man to fall back. A lovely result, though he really didn't wish to go over the threshhold. Oh well - colateral damage.

"Right. Next thing then..." He said, averting his eyes and seeking the next target to practice on. Maybe the woman? After all, she was screaming, which was annoying - a good way to shut her up could be some chakra alteration...

[KAZUKI]

The woman screaming at the man to wake up was defiantly the one Zuya wanted to shut up most. At least when the kids screamed it was somewhat adorable since they had fun. But he just hated the fact she was screaming in terror. So what if her boyfriend fainted? It happens! He was really pissed at his choice, maybe he should've made her faint first. At any rate, the choices he made weren't up for review just yet.

The second set of seals was the set that cause the chakra to be locked. It was the one that caused the implementation of the object to make the person's chakra react to the visual aid he would set. Basically, what it did was alter the chakra flow ever so slightly and make it react to the visual nerves of the target in a way that would make the certain chakra flow explode and make the target feel either sick, either make him faint, or in some cases die.

The way to do it was to make a little bit of an alteration to the target's chakra. Zuya formed the first set, and then the second right after, aiming at the screaming woman. No change was noticible, mainly since he showed her nothing that would make the chakra 'snap' and explode. In order to test it, he had to manipulate her chakra from afar by using some of his own and actually, once again, manually setting it off.

Since there was no visual aid set, Zuya had to make it on his own, affecting her chakra in a way that would fool her into thinking she saw something. A better way to explain it was to think about her chakra flow as a program. He set a trigger that would set it off, and that trigger wasn't something he actually had. So, in order to pull it off, he would have to reach in, and set if off with a little bit of help.

For now he let the woman scream for a bit, to see if anything else would trigger the chakra flow. Taking a stone, he tossed it over to her, making her eyes work. He was afraid that looking at something would cause it to work if he had set the trigger wrong. Luckily though, nothing happened and she just looked at the Genin wondering what was it that he wanted. Though she would remain unanswered since the second her eyes landed on him, Zuya formed a seal that caused the chakra trigger he put to 'snap' - causing her to faint.

"Practically Romeo and Juliet." He said with a chuckle, enjoying the silence now that the woman stopped screaming. He sighed, knowing there was still a long way to go. There were still things to be learned and mastered.

[KAZUKI]

(100TP transferred to the genjutsu above)