"Training" aka slacking off [finished-archive]

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Heian wasn't known for his ability to train. He wasn't known for his wicked ninja skills, fighting style or the amounts of enemies he had defeated. In fact Heian wasn't known for much. He was a painter and a forger, and not being known was in his world, a good thing. He prided himself on not being known.

as much as he didn't like it though Heian had somehow found himself in the training grounds, or what he thought were training grounds. Why he had wandered to this dusty place escaped him. This may be the worst idea I have ever come up with... He mumbled to himself, as he swaggered onto the middle of an open field.

Ell's Dramatic Action
Rank: "D"
Skill: GenJutsu
Effect: With a touch the user imbues their target with a special effects budget for their actions.
Special: "Handseals"
Drawback: Even the user may be affected if performed against a target.
Description: Affects anyone who sees the target touched. The user is able to perform this technique on the target they touch. The duration of this technique lasts for 5 hours per class level. This technique may be negated. A shower of glitter showers around the target briefly and then vanishes. Their hair, or anything long like a cape will seem to blow dramatically without a breeze, their physical attacks seem to run in slow motion and great detail, while their Jutsus flash with the best special effects anyone would ever seen. Their motions seem to have that extra bit of awesomeness to them, their blows seem to drag out at key dramatic emotions, and their Jutsus complete with a zooming colorful background and the name of the attack being spelled out in ghostly letters.
Limit: Must know the Figment Perception.

Glaring at his toes he thought of something he could train on. I mean, dispite what people would think he was good for something. He had copied bobbles from all over the nation and sold them to people thinking they were getting a real piece of art... And then got caught. Angry, he took the knife from his pocket and thinking he could hit the log 20 feet away, lashing out in anger to chucked the thing with all his might. He fashionable clothes flapping as he threw the dagger. It flew whistling in the wind, Heian smirked to himself thinking this ninja thing can't be that hard, until his dagger turned and thumped into the log... But first, bouncing harmlessly off the rock.

Angry, he ran over and picked up the dagger, yelling into the air, and slashing at the log in front of him. His wild blow bounced off the log and deflected into his left knee, knicking his kneecap. Heian doubled over cursing at the air, cursing at the knife, yelling at the sky cursing the damn Mizukage, and everyone who has ever been a ninja or would be since the dawn of time and forever. He clutched his knee as he rolled on the ground whimpering in pain.

As he convulsed on the ground like the wussy that he is, he overheard two young Genin, maybe 13 years old, genders mute, and faces contorted into a laughing scoff. Heian quickly jerked himself up off the ground and shorted at the children.
"Hey! You little Bastards! Don't you dare mock me! I am practicing on of the most powerful and forbidden of ancient techniques! Even the Lord Mizukage would tremble if he knew the limit of the Jutsu I am perfecting! How dare you mock me!" Heian's face so furious and his demeanor so powerful the children choked on their own words. Heian twisted his body expertly and picked up the dagger tossing it in the air like a heavy pen and caught it with two fingers like he did if he was taking a pause in drawing, except instead of a pen it was a long dagger that could kill him. But caught up in his own lie he caught it and glared at the rude children.

"Now! I will show you what a RRrrrreal ninja can do!!!!" He then extended his thoughts and his chakra out, flashing a few hand seals and felt the mind of the two Genin. Without knowing what he was doing he focused his mind and began painting a picture in his mind's eye. The colors on the canvas were bright. Shares of red and flashes of light, broad strokes of moving arms and kicking legs. Even his voice would carry an extra umphf to it. He closed his eyes and let the image rush over him. The series of fluid steps and flowing slashes he would make with his knife. The scenes playing out in his head like a dramatic Kabuki drama. Every motion vibrant and alive, more alive than they could ever be in real life. His hands would seem stronger, his hair seem whispy-er, his bright Kiomo in his eye would move and flutter like a thousand paper crane fluttering the wind caused by his speed and prowess.

With a snap Heian opened his eyes starting the Jutsu a rain of glitter combined with a flurry of movement. He turned running directly at the children, jumping over them right as he was about the hit them. As he did so time seemed to slow down and the height of his jump seemed volumized. Upon landing the dust from the ground billowed up in puffs before getting dragged way by the wind which blew his hair like a movies tar in an action scene. Reaching for a marble in his jacket he span like a shot putter before launching into a wild and superstring throw with seemed to match the power of a cannon, sparks coming from his fingers as is released. The ball whizzed through the air smacking the log with a solid thump.

Smiling, Heian looked at the children with a smile that would melt any woman's heart, and said:
No-one can beat my Kintama no punchi! Before winking and sauntering away.


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As Heian walked away he heard the children yell and shout in disbelief and awe as " some super ninja" had just jumped a million feet in the air and threw a marble the size of a tree. His inadvertent Genjutsu forgery was much to powerful obviously on children. Who's imagination was so strong. They wanted to see something amazing, and so even though he laid it on pretty thick the children ate it up. Already exaggerating what they thought they saw. While not what Heian intended to do that day, he felt a little proud of himself.

As he walked back home, his nice expensive Kimono ripped in the knee he felt a twinge of pain. Remembering he had just cut it earlier reminded his he had left the dagger and marble on the field, and he had no money to replace them. Exasperated he trudged back and waited. Hiding in a tree for the kids to finally go home, as no to embarrass himself. At last he walked onto the training ground and picked up his now warped dagger and marble, dusted it off, and walked back home thinking all the while he was much more epic than he actually was.

[Celaena Kamyuja]

Eh Plus nine. One more shot. 9/10

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Upon returning home Heian closed the door behind him and shlomped against it, his back against the wall. He was so tired from the day's activities. He had to walk all the way across town, then trained his soul out for a solid 15 minutes, and had to walk the all the way back. He was beat. Slumping down to the floor he favored his injured knee and winced as he looked at the battle wound. It stung and made him wince to look at it.

Clawing his way across the floor like a zombie with no legs he drug himself to the kitchen and snagging a towel off the counter he wrapped his leg. There on the kitchen floor, knee wrapped up, and tiredness sweeping over him he began to doze off, drooling on the tatami.  

Upon waking up Heian laid on the ground staring up at the ceiling. It was late in the evening and rough sleep on the floor had sobered him up a little. He was clear headed and in a mood of contemplation. As he lay there he thought back to the jutsu he had just tried out, the flashy one with all the cool moves that made him like a super hero. That was pretty fantastic and amazing of me... Heian thought. 

Then in rousing his faculties he stood up and put his hands together, making the same couple seals as before and channeled his chakra into his mind. Allowing the painting of the image again to flash through his mind. This time it came easier, the pattern of awe, glitter and speed culminating in an epic display of art. His art. 

Again the jutsu came alive at his fingertips as he kept forward with newfound strength, and checked out his reflection in the mirror to see how epic he looked.

[Celaena Kamyuja]

Yep xD Good post. Learned.

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Heian feel sleep and awoke in the middle of the night. Things like that happen when the only excessive work you do lasts for a mere 15 min or so. Annoyed with himself he tried to roll over and fall back asleep. But though his eyes were shut tight, and his fouton oh so comfy he was wide awake. Now bored and knowing that he will not go back to sleep, Heian sat up and rubbed his head before standing completely up. 

Upon standing he walked to the kitchen poured some water in a cup, drank it, and leaned against the counter. He though about how useful the Jutsu he had learned that day could help him convince a scary ninja he was a huge threat and maybe save his skin. That thought faded quickly as he sat on the floor and began to think.

he looked at all the kimono in his closet and his clean house. Everything was in it's place except for his art station which, cluttered to the rafters seemed like a haven from the ultra clean house. The longer he looked though the more wrinkles, small sake stains, and the new tear he had in his garments. Flustered and still wide awake Heian walked over to his closet and began debating how much he wanted to iron and sew at 4am. Right up there with jabbing his eyes out with spoons. He wasn't in the mood todo work. Not that he was in that mood often. 

Then in an idea as wild as it was wonderful popped into his big head. Why not cast an illusion on the clothes to make them appear like he had done all the work to repair them! Somehow that seemed like a lot less work, and a lot more fun. 

Fleeting Fame
Rank: "D"
Skill: GenJutsu
Effect: Upon performing this Jutsu the user's clothing, armour, weapons equipment and physical countenance take on a well-kept and stylish appearance.
Special: "Handseals"
Drawback: ---
Description: Affects anyone who sees the user. The user is able to perform this technique on themselves. The duration of this technique lasts for 5 rounds per class level. This technique may be disbelieved once interacted with. Upon performing this Jutsu the user's clothing, armour, weapons equipment and physical countenance take on a well-kept and stylish appearance. Those around the user get the impression that you are wealthy, well known, and powerful.
Limit: Must know the Glamour Perception.

Closing his eyes he thought about the stitching in the Yukata, the patterns woven in silk and fine clothes. Many of the pieces were copies of famous peices he had seen in museums and on famous people. He had to craft each of these with intricate care and attention to detail. He let the images swim through his mind. He let the weeks and months it took to prepare them was over his contentiousness. 

Stripes of black and blue, particular shades of red and green. The dyes and the threads wove a pattern in his mind as he mentally repaired the damage done to the clothing. The stains from drinking late into the night were erased and the tears mended. He smiled as the fashionable image danced around in his head. He would be one of the most well dressed ninja in the village. Clean clothes and everything in perfect harmony. 

Continuing he pressed on. He thought of the contrasts between the greens and the Reds, and how the blues stood out against the yellow. He saw the living eyes of the demons and dragons embroidered onto the expensive looking clothes. Each part a element and stitch into his mastery. He recreated the edging and the seams, the flow of the weave, and the brush of the loom. He felt the soft silk on his fingertips and remembered all the right foods in the garment. 

Then in after all was done, he pulled on the chakra flowing throughout his body. That blue energy with radiated and made his images come to life. He focased on the images he had made, contorted the chakra into those patterns and made seals with his hands. Each a stroke on his parchment. He used those seals to seal the stitching his mind had done. He pulled the last thread and cut it as he finished making the last seal. Jerking his eyes open he released all the chakra he had just moved and tangled it into his closet. One piece at a time. Not looking which one went first, yet knowing when he was done. His piles of clothes each a work of mental effort and painful forgery, now coated in an image.

...standing he went to the clothes to see for himself what he had just done.

[Father 'Suke]

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(Ooc: forgive me, my computer is across the state and I am doing this off of my phone)

Heian straightened as he moved closer and let his fingertips run over the now fantastic looking fabric. He eyed the detail in weave and design, his mind has created an image of fine quality, but something was off. Just something he could not place for the life of himself. Staring at the row of clothes, he ran his attentive eye, the eye on an artist over his creation. What has he done wrong, why did the peices seem incomplete and unfinished. He had gone over everything with such care and yet it was missing something important.

Thumbing his chin he thought to himself growing impatient in his search for te major flaw. Closing his eyes now he envisioned the Yukata, and making the same seals again ran quickly over his design. Caring the illusion again he attempted to jar his thoughts by releasing more chakra.

Suddenly it snapped. The chakra left his body as a thought came into his mind like he had just unclogged a drain or hose. The images flashed into his mind and he grinned from ear to ear.

Buttons.

When he had originally forged these copies, he had bought the buttons instead of trying to make them. Most of the smaller peices had buttons or pins to knit the peices together. They not only gave the kimono a framework, but also effected how it fell and how the folds stayed in place. Without them it looked like a static image, held together by air. It needed some sort of pseudo flaw to make the image seem more lifelike.

Still grinning he closed his eyes and focusing on the suit in front of him, he made the hand seals for the third time and called upon the illusion. It came to him more readily this time. Te jutsu set in his mind and the seals flowed more smoothly. He felt the chakra go through his mind and into the clothes as he made the buttons appear and the pins underneath hold them together.

Opens his eyes, as was his mannerism, he glanced at the clothes again hoping for better results.

[Zetsumei]

Please remember to put how many training points you have in the technique out of how many you need to learn it with each training post.

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Smiling at his newfound skill Heian smiled and turned from the clothes he had just altered. He was proud of himself, he would be the best looking man in town. He clothes would reflect power, wealth and class. His art would walk around with him, making him seem like a man of respect and admiration. Why, the Mizukage himself was not as well dressed as he. With his type he could have any woman he wanted. 

With a sense of satisfaction on his face and a full night of vain training he snicker as he sluggedly tramped off to bed. He had spent the whole night at this point working and he didn't really care to stay up much longer. 

With thy that thought he snuggled back into his fouton, pulled the covers up over his head and dozed happily off to sleep. All the while he dreamed the Mizukage was a busty woman commenting him on how fabulous he looked.