Tranquil Beginnings {Private - Training}

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Ninpou: Choju Giga
Rank: “C”, “B”, “A” Ranks
Skill: Ninjutsu
Effect: Allows the user to bring to life and control a set amount of drawings or paintings.
Special: “Hand Seals”
Drawback: The objects are made out of ink, and thus very weak. Most “D” rank attacks have the ability to completely destroy the ink creations, no matter of their own size.
Description: The user will rapidly draw several objects, usually animals, on a scroll. Then, performing the right handseals, the user will bring those objects to life and use them for offensive purposes. The monsters, made of ink, also share any special properties that the ink has.

• “C” Rank- Allows for a maximum of ten small creatures at once or five medium sized creatures. This ability may be re-trained in order to increase the number of small creatures by two and the number of medium creatures by one each time this is learned. After the initial time learning this technique and four additional trainings, the user is required to perform “B” ranked training to learn more.
• “B” Rank- Allows for a maximum of twenty small creatures at once or ten medium sized creatures at once, or one large sized creature at once. This ability may be retrained in order to increase the number of small creatures created at once by three, medium creatures by two, and large creatures by one. After the initial learning of the “B” Rank, it must be re-learned a total of four times before the “A” rank may be learned.
• “A” Rank- Allows for a maximum of thirty five small creatures at once, or twenty medium sized creatures, or five large sized creatures at once, or one gargantuan sized creature. May be re-trained any number of times to increase the number of small creatures by five, medium creatures by three, large creatures by two, and gargantuan creatures by one.

Limit: Must know Gahou Tenrai

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Setting herself by the water Michiko began to unroll her scroll as she listened to the crashing sound of the waterfall beside her. The raging currents somehow created a sense of peace for her and she found that she was at her most creative by its torrent. Taking her brush out from the bag on her waist she also took out some of the ink her clan made use of for its creation jutsu, or so she had been told. Dabbing the head of the brush in the ink she did take her brush and start to trace a line upon the paper, a single line across the length of the page she had revealed though it was not straight. The beginnings of an amazing piece she was sure but she still felt uninspired around her. Her environment had yet to deliver the muse she desired but as she maintained this sense of befuddlement it took her by the throat, the muse was beginning to overwhelm her and her hand made quick and precise movements as if trailed by an unnatural force of inspiration. Crashing upon her like a wave she began to trace an outer line, curving it slightly to met the line she had already crafted to make a sort of elongated oval.

This was not the complete picture, no no far from it. Her hands moved to colour the image in though not like a colouring book but the movements of an artist. Her hands allowed for the creation of patterns across the length of the oval creation, patterns of sharp tribal imagery combined with the artistic flair of the great translucent artwork of the most prestigious of artists. There were no colours in this piece per say, as she was gifted only with black on white parchment for the detailing of her jutsu but it was all she needed., Along the bottom of this oval shape she shaded using her black ink creating a lighter image than where she focused more ink up the top of the oval. This gave some more definition to the otherwise bland piece and made it look somewhat three dimensional despite the fact that she had yet to even cast her jutsu. The final details were put upon the finer works of the piece, the minute details that are not so readily created in the midst of battle but a privilege that she is alone. Such a pleasant scenario sculpting peace of mind.

The final touches marked, it was now time for her to put her creation into work and she allowed her jutsu to come to life as she formed the hand signs for the jutsu and began to channel her chakra into the very image itself, the ink reacting with her jutsu and coming alive. Bursting off the paper her jutsu took flight almost and dove its way into the water for a moment before re-emerging as a larger version of the image she had crafted. Inspecting it she was somewhat pleased with her work though it seemed to be a more rambunctious creation than she had anticipated. The image itself was very large though not as large as she would have wanted it to be as it was only about two meters in length. One would think that long enough but she had envisioned something bigger and her vision was her artwork so to see it smaller than she wanted only served to make her think it was a failure of a creation and that she needed to work on her jutsu more. The snake itself looked amazing however, her fingers and style were nimble so they allowed for a superbly aesthetic creation so there was some silver lining on this dark cloud but there was still much to be done.

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To ensure she didn't dismiss the jutsu without allowing herself to fully inspect her creation she allowed it to move at her whim so that she could examine the offensive capabilities of her jutsu. The snake began to swim its way through the very water it had been born within, the currents of the raging waterfall behind her moving it downstream as it naturally pushed the ink serpent into its flow. The snake in turn began to swim its way back upstream so that it could stay by its creator, as per Michiko's demand. So she was able to use her creation in this way? A very useful piece of knowledge. She then had the snake emerge from the water and attack a nearby tree to see just how she could use it in battle. The snake began to swerve its way around the tree, wrapping it up and squeezing the bark tightly with the strength it could muster. The snake then began to bite at the very bark it was squeezing, taking chunks out of it over and over until Michiko was satisfied. She had everything she needed so she cancelled out the jutsu and allowed it to fall into a pit of blackness as the ink came undone and pooled itself.

Reflecting on the knowledge she found that if she were to have used this particular creation in a battle, she could in turn use it to tangle up an opponents limbs and then use the head of the serpent, after it had paralysed the opponent, to inflict a lethal blow, biting out their throat or at some other vital point. It was a rare moment of brutality in her life however she supposed that if used incorrectly, or perhaps in some cases correctly, art is of course a deadly device capable of creating war and inflicting great pains upon people. Her hands began to craft further products of vile intent as she envisioned a new creation, spurred on by the most violent of muses. Her hands began with an outline, an outline of a grizzly bear. The grizzly was the thing that came to mind when she envisioned primal carnage. Just thinking of the creature as she painted bore up images of blood covering a furred mouth of jagged and snarling fangs. To her this was violence at its core. The truest of anger, the ultimate killing intent. The grizzly bear bore up all these emotions. For some reason it filled her with a sense of impending doom.

Her emotions drove her hands crazy and her fingers moved faster as the details began to fill up the page. For some reason she began to feel as though she were in a frenzy, everything was becoming more and more intense and by the time the details were completed she was already interlocking her appendages in signs as she creating the movements necessary for her jutsu and she gave life to her creation. It jutted its way off of the page and came to life but the image she had envision was once again let down by the size of her creation and the overwhelming feel became one of underwhelming emotion. The giant grizzly bear she had envisioned was replaced by the form of a small cub and she found herself resenting herself for it. Emotion was a large part of artist ability, it was a large component of art and life itself and this creation of her just didn't fit with it. Allowing it to fall into the black pool of nothingness it once came from Michiko felt herself becoming less and less amused as she sat herself down once again after previously bolting upright with her emotions and prepared yet another drawing.

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The raging river of the waterfall kept on moving. As she viewed its form she noticed some large boulders that stood upon its depths and felt somewhat renewed as she watched how the water moved around and past this obstacle. She found it somewhat symbolic of her own difficulties right now and used it as motivation to move on herself and her hands began to craft small creations in response. Rather than having large creations in mind to further her skill and ability she instead focused on smaller more agile creations and thought of the river itself as her canvass despite her drawing upon a scroll. This gave her the vision to create small fish creations, fitting as many of them as she could upon her page. This was only roughly about ten and as she completed their outlines and went on to fill the insides of the image she found herself moving quickly as her muse returned to her. She drew the gills of the fish, and then the eyes. All the while picturing the following motion of the river in her minds as she crafted her creations.

Her creations were complete and she formed hand signs and her drawing took up a life of their own and launched themselves from the page and dove straight into the crystal clear water beneath the water fall. She watched as they swam within the water and she found herself enjoying herself. The moment of violent urges had washed away with the river and now she had created a sense of calming peace. She had her fish leap from the water as high as they could jump and fall back in as if they were themselves real fish. As she watched she felt herself wanting to create more and more of them and she drew up more fish as the others continued to frolic in the water as per her whim and peace. Her hands crafted more outlines and soon she had another ten fish created to join the others and as she formed the hand signs to bring them to life again she focused her chakra and worked on her control abilities in an attempt at once again creating fish but also at creating them just a little bit larger than the ones she had already made but she wasn't sure just how she would go.

The fish themselves launched themselves once more from her page and they landed within the water of the river as they joined the other ten that had already been crafted. As she sat down, moving from her spot to the river side to drape her feet in the water, she watched as these fish leapt from the water in contrast to the others. While she viewed them she managed to noticed that while not all the fish were larger, some of them were noticeably so however they didn't particularly bigger just a little bit. She moved her hands in a motion designed to guide the groups movements and she watched how they swam. The larger ones were actually a little bit slower than the slimmer smaller fish which allowed her to ascertain that, to a point, the smaller fish were actually faster and possibly more agile than the larger fish she created. Again this was useful knowledge for her to possess. The smaller the creation the smaller the target, the smaller the creation the more agile the target. This would be useful to her in the future if she needed to gather information.

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The fish each leapt from the water and returned to the liquid blackness that had created them, finding new life as a part of the river system as they merged into one, dispersing across the large water source. The circle of life she supposed as she was now for some reason or another inspired to draw a lion. Taking the time to sketch out the outline the minute details came naturally to her as she was quite adept at drawing felines or all shapes and sizes. The general bulk done, she didn't really waste much time with the details and drew herself the tail as the final part of the creation before forming the hand signs. A short series she utilised her strength and created the beast, perhaps one more primal than the grizzly she had envision. The big cat leapt from her parchment with a mighty roar and landed upon the ground with a thud. It stood growling in place, waiting for instructions on how it should conduct itself. Michiko herself wanted to test out its battle prowess so she had it attack a nearby tree so that she could examine the damage it could inflict.

First the big cat utilised its claws to strike upon the bark and the artists looked on as her creation left large cuts in the tree bark. She had given the creature large and slarp claws for this purpose though actually seeing what they were capable was quite the experience. Just looking at how deep the wood was cut with the claws, it was humbling to her as the real lions out there possessed the same claws naturally. Humanity's evolution was quite necessary in lieu of these great weapons. Next she had it bite at the tree so she could look at the damage caused by the fangs she had given the creature. The lion sunk its large teeth into the wood and ripped a large hole into the tree, almost shocking Michiko, its creator, in the process. To think that a mere creation of ink and brush would be so strong and power. Again, it was humbling. The lion paused in its actions as Michiko stood in awe. To think her creations so strong, who could ever know. The only problem now was size. Again her creation was much smaller than she had wanted it to be however with this much damage...

She wasn't sure she even wanted the lion to be bigger, it was almost frightening the amount of damage it could inflict. As she pondered her situation further she doodled in her scroll for a little while, creating a couple of lioness' to keep her lion company while she thought about things. She crafted them quickly, forming their shapes with an incredible pace yet with a great deal of artistic talent. Forming the usual hand signs she watched as her chakra mixed with the ink, dancing in the action almost, and giving life to her drawings. The big cat's leapt from the page and appeared next to the lion with a loud roar followed shortly by another thud. These creations weren't as large as the big lion was however they were comparable, just like in real life. The lions were always bigger than the lioness', it was just how nature made them. Thinking about it she figured that the larger lion while more powerful, would not be as quick and agile as the lioness' which of course would fit in with both their real life counter parts and the fish testing she had already completed. Allowing them to collapse and fade into the black pits of ink they were originally crafted from she saw something quite touching...

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The moment before she allowed the creations to collapse she witnessed the lioness' rub themselves against the form of the lion, who in turn accepted their embrace. She hadn't instructed them to do this, it was just something they did on their own. It was a bitter-sweet moment in time. This action gave her a new perspective on just what her creations were. She had always used the term, breathing new life into art, as a way of describing her jutsu but this was something else. Just how much life was she giving these creations? She began to draw something else, this time taking much care and effort with the action. Her lines were curved carefully as her outline crafted something human in appearance. Next were the details. She made sure they were slowly and meticulously drawn upon the paper. She needed to be very careful with what she drew and how she drew it, this was going to be a very big test for her. She crafted the image of a boy, roughly her own age with her perfectly crafted strokes though she left out larger identifying details as she couldn't imagine just creating a person.

She never once felt herself a god so creating man was out of the question, she was merely crafting a shadow of man. She took a large breath of air and she brought the painting to life. She took much care in creating the hand signs, slowly but surely making them. Her chakra swirled around her before it drifted into the ink and the image began to rise from the paper. An arm outstretched protruded from the paper, as if it were a human baby leaving its mother. The rest of the body quickly followed and before long there was a boy made entirely of black and white standing before her. As it stood there Michoko walked around it, inspecting the three dimensional form of her drawing, slowly taking in all the subtle details. As she did this the drawing merely followed her form, its gaze stoic but with a friendly disposition. That was merely a trait she had put into the painting herself, it wasn't a mystery of life thing, just a detail she had made herself. Stopping in front of it she moved her hand up to touch its face but the creation merely moved its own hand in turn, lifting to intercept her own hands and touching its finger tips to hers.

For a moment she became embarrassed and a slight blush touched her cheeks. She began to let herself go in this moment and she moved her hands forward more, the creation matching her movements until they had their fingers intertwined with one another. She felt connected in this moment, as if this was something that was meant to be. She rose her other hand as did the ink creation and their fingers interlocked again. They were holding each others hands now, each with a stupid smile on their face before a thought occurred to Michiko, a destructive one. IN the next instance she took her brush, breaking the hand holding scene, and slashed through the ink creation as the boys form faded in a splash of black ink. She felt stupid. There was no life in that ink drawing. It was merely copying her actions, acting as she wanted it to act in the moment. How foolish she was to think that this was something more. Her brush became violent, a darker kind of violent this time, and she began to draw with this new found emotion.

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Her brush struck her paper violent and she began to draw with ill intent crafting various creations from her paper and ink and bringing them to this half sense of life she was now fuming against. First she thought of one large man, burly in appearance. He was holding a large sword and his face was a dark mystery of evil. She brought him to life with a violent series of hand signs and as he sprang from the page she was met with the understanding that while art work could create things of beauty and purity, it could also bring forth images of evil and disgust. Through her art could, if she so deemed it, become something terrifying. Darkness of course existed within her and she could use her art work and chakra to bring this to light, and right now she felt like doing just that. To compliment this dark faced figure, his large sword in hand, she created another. This one was just as large, just as burly, and just as evil looking. The difference between the two? One had a darkened face by design, the other wore a hood to conceal his appearance. One held a sword in his hands, the other a large scythe as if her were a harbinger of death.

They stood by her left and right, as if they were symbolic of her being the god of death and they her arms and legs, servants of darkness. She wasn't done yet though, she still had more emotion to express and she drew more and more, this time creating multiple ink creations with her effort as her mind imagined more darkened things, more evil things, as if it were itself an organ devoted to such a thing. This time she created a pack of dogs, dobbermen and rottwheelers. An even ten of these creations by the time her hands stopped moving, she felt as though she was unable to stop, and by the time she was forming hand signs for the jutsu she was already a drip with sweat. Her chakra ran wild around her and as it spread into the drawings she felt herself failing as only a little more than half of her creations came out with this one effort. Unsatisfied she crafted more hand signs after painting another couple of dogs, German shepherds this time, to fill in the blanks paces. Around her now were thirteen canines, each snarling and barking as if to ward off any who would dare approach.

Now surrounded by such things one would think that enough but she was still feeling as though something was driving her to create more and more so she got to work on creating more creations of evil and her fingers began to move again, begging her brush and ink to create more and more pictures of darkness. Her mind concocted this time a swarm of hornets, easily over a dozen of the things began to fly around over head creating a loud buzzing sound atop the barking of the dogs but it wasn't enough, she wanted more and more of these and again her hands crafted a devilish amount of hornets. The sound was deafening now, by the time she was finished dozens of insects flew over head while a dozen canines stood by her side, and a duo of evil men acted as her hands. Her breathing was erratic by this point and the sound of buzzing drove her mad. Everything was becoming to much for her, it was so hard to think. It eventually went to white noise in her head and it gushed at her ears until! Until she heard something she wasn't quite expecting to hear amidst the chaos of her evil creations.

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The sound of the waterfall caught her ears and before long it was the only this she could hear. She tried to view it but her hornet creations were in the way. She couldn't see the waterfall, in fact she couldn't see much of anything. It was just all darkness as the black ink she had used to craft these beings of destruction were omnipresent around her. Where even was she? She looked up to see the hornets, she looked down to see the dogs, she looked left and right to see the men she crafted. Dear god, what had she done? How could she have allowed herself to become surrounded by such evil, she wanted a way out of this, she wanted freedom. She felt trapped but what could she do? As if to answer her, Michiko's hand began to draw. That's right, she was an artist. She could use her artwork to escape these feelings of dread but what could push these evil thoughts away? The answer was of course obvious, unicorn doves! No, no, just regular doves. The dove of course was a representation of good and purity so their creation would be enough.

Her hands, amidst the darkness, began to lightly draw the outlines of birds but as if to stop her the hornets flew in close to her ears. Why were they doing this, was this some sort of emotional backlash of hers? Did she want them to subconsciously? She moved her hands faster and faster, creating more and more images upon her scroll but the creations seemingly all turned on her so it felt as though her hands weren't moving anywhere near fast enough but she continued. The large men began to draw their weapons high, as if to bring them down upon her neck and execute her like a criminal but before they could do so, amidst the barking and buzzing, she found herself finished and she began to form the hands signs of the jutsu, building her chakra as if she were desperate. IN the instant the two began to draw down their weapon she brought her avian creations to life with a bolt and they fluttered outward, knocking the two men back who then turned back into the black fluid of ink they had once been.

The doves flew in circles and began to flock together as one. The hornets moved to intercept them yet it appeared as though in this case, birds were superior, just like in nature, and the insects, as angry and capable as they were, were quickly dispatched beneath the doves mighty talons. Unable to contend with the flying foes, the canines were also quickly dispatched and soon the darkness that was once all around her was nothing more than a dark puddle at her feet. How fitting for it to end this way and how bemusing was it for the white dove, outlined in grey by her skilful hands, were the saviours of this day. It was no wonder they were seen as a prospect of peace. They flocked and flew about as Michiko looked on in amazement. She had so quickly forgotten the beauty that could be crafted with her hands. The amazing things that her hands could do and perform. The sounds of the crashing waterfalls around her once again filled the air and while she was feeling quite tired now, the young girl felt at the same time invigorated by the scene of splendour before her.

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With such beauty come of course the ability for great darkness. It was always the case, equality in all things, equal exchange. To think she had momentarily forgotten this. Her hands allowed the doves to dissipate and fall from the sky, again become a part of the river beneath the waterfall that had saved her. Just viewing it now mad her want to create more and more beautiful things. Her hands began to craft something, a butterfly but she wanted this butterfly to not merely be just that, she wanted it to be a large butterfly a large one. One she herself could ride if she wanted to. She began with the outline, a bisected figure 8. The wings of course had to be hollow though she was of course capable of drawing patterns upon them meaning that the wings could merely be mostly hollow . The pattern she chose showed her gender as she selected a pattern filled with various hearts, crafted in a timely manner representative of the art style of about two-hundred years ago. It wasn't something the average person could truly appreciate but she and those with a keen eye for art would definitely appreciate the style.

Her hands completed the wings and she went in to add a bit more detail to the body. Most would focus only on the wings and leave the body alone however Michiko was studious and she wouldn't allow such an oversight. She made the body thick enough so when it was formed she could ride upon it, she made it representative of an actual butterfly taking into consideration its anatomy as well so that it looked very much like the real thing. Completing the drawing she set the scroll down and prepared her hand signs. She felt a sense of excitement now as she formed them slowly, letting the anticipation build. Her chakra grew within her body and soon it swelled out of her and into the drawing. The chakra gave the picture life and the butterfly shot out of the paper and with a mighty beat of its wings it came into fruition. She couldn't believe it, this was her biggest creation yet! It stood before her, six legs and all. It was perfect. To think that she could create something so grand. She moved to stand upon its back and soon she was in the air as it beat its large wings and took flight over the water.

She felt elated. She wanted more to fill the air and, scroll in hand, she took her brush and dabbed it heavily into the ink before putting it to the paper in her scroll and scribbling quickly. Her emotions were hot, filling the air with excitement. She crafted more butterfly's her fingers nimble and swift, the scroll was quickly filled with many images of the bi-winged insects. Each one had its own special form of pattern on its wings ranging from hearts to stars, from flowers to diamonds. She created twenty beautiful creations and then let them loose. She formed her hands signs yet again, this time with a sense of longing and soon the whole sky was filled with black and white butterfly's, each dancing among the sky with her after rising up, almost exploding from her scroll. She was so happy in this moment however she was feeling herself begin to fade. She got really sleepy all of a sudden and she realised she had over done it today. Having the large butterfly set her down by the banks she allowed them to return to the ink puddles they were created from as she slowly went to sleep.

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Uhuh... Doves.. Butterflies... Things...

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Tsurutsuru Kobushi (Slippery Fist)
Rank: E
Skill: Taijutsu
Effect: A low stance that relies on upward motion and momentum.
Special: None
Drawback: Most of the user’s attacks are ground based, limiting their airborne range.
Description: A fairly underrated stance that was developed in Iwa sometime ago. Due to the crouched position the user must take to perform this, many ninjas and other interested people find it uncomfortable and unwieldy. This stance focuses on heavy movements based on focused momentum behind every blow. Users of this stance have found it helpful to wear shoes and gloves that slide easily on many surfaces, but still do not slide off of a target.
Limit: Universal TaiJutsu

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Stirring from her slumber Michiko was of course met with the familiar sound of raging water as the waterfall continued to flow. The young girl rose to her feet and began to stretch her body out to get the blood flowing. It was a good nap, she felt nice and refreshed. Having just woken up however she felt as though she had better do the exercises she had been practising for quite a while now every time she had woken and she set herself up. Dropping her hips nice and low she set her feet a little wider then shoulder width and held herself in a mid squat position. This was the beginnings of her fighting stance, as a shinobi she had to be prepared in case of close quarters combat so she taught herself a little. She set most of her weight in the front of her feet, rather than the backs of her heels as this style of hers required a lot of forward momentum so that she could propel both herself and her opponent upward. As for her hands, they were wide open rather than closed fists. She did not want to break her knuckles or injure her hands in any way so this allowed for her to attack without so much worry.

Setting one foot forward she moved backwards and forward with this stance, being sure to ensure that her footing never became to narrow else she would find her center of gravity to easy to manipulate by her opponent making her an easy target to knock down. She leapt forward to deliver a random palm strike to the air before her, knocking the invisible opponent upward with the effort and jumping up from the ground herself. If this were a real enemy she would have hoped to have delivered a strong uppercut to the bottom of the jaw with her bodyweight behind it. Land on the ground she again set herself back into the uncomfortable crouching position. It wasn't about comfort, it was about being able to disable the enemy. Her hips low she prepared herself for further training, substituting for her morning exercise.

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Slippery fist huh? Why all this training when you could just buy some lube?

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Tsurutsuru Kobushi: Sotsuji Shindou (Sudden Impact)
Rank: D
Skill: Taijutsu
Effect: Knocks the target away from the user.
Special: None
Drawback: None
Description: A technique developed to push away an opponent rather than harm them. An inexperienced user of this stance and technique will need to slide on a surface in order to gain the proper momentum. This is an open palmed strike that is aimed towards a target’s torso. The user swings his/her palm from below the targets waist or lower half. If it connects, the strike will usually send the target flying backwards. Of course, weight and other factors will need to be considered.
Limit: Universal TaiJutsu

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A palm strike to the upper body, targeted at the lower chin on a thirty degree angle. A deadly strike however she was not the greatest of fighters so her attacks were best served to instead create distance between the two. To that end she should usually practice strikes against the mid to low body instead, impacting with her body weight instead of the power of her arm. In her stance she readied herself and then launched herself forward with a right handed palm strike to the air. The motion held her body weight with the blow and she felt herself move forward with the effort. Almost immediately she prepared and delivered another strike to her invisible, intangible target with her left hand this time. Her body again moved with the entirety of her weight however this time she found herself sliding a little bit. Letting herself relax her stance for a moment she pondered this and thought about the implications. While she of course was usually under the guise that control was necessary she actually came to believe that this slide was something necessary for her strikes.

She didn't have much strength, her body was small and lithe. If she really wanted to push an opponent away she would have to utilise her body weight and this slide allowed her to utilise it in a greater manner. Readying herself again, she took the slippery fist stance and readier another palm strike. She took a deep breath, relaxing her muscles, and then fired her self forward. Her hand outstretched before her she felt herself moving forward across the ground as her momentum pushed her feet to slide beneath her however she maintained balance. She began to deliver another strike, moving from her right hand to her left and pushed herself forward with the momentum she had built up. Her hand reached out before her and she delivered a powerful strike however the ground beneath her was gritty and she felt her balance fall beneath her. Landing on her butt on the ground she found that the over exertion of her weight served to merely work against her in this manner as she pushed herself to far forward on her toes.

This was easily rectified however and useful information. For now at least, this was the limitations of the strength she could put into her strikes. Practising the motion a few more times she resigned herself for the second part of training. Visualisation and practice could only take someone so far, in order to truly master the technique she would have to practice striking something, to this end she of course chose another tree to attack but this time with her own hands rather than her ink creations. She stood arms length apart from the tree and took the slippery fist stance. Softly at first she began to strike the tree with open palms. Softly and slowly, the strikes began to build up with time as her confidence grew. The strikes moved faster and harder, faster and harder as she struck time and time again. She continued to strike the tree until she felt herself grow tired and sweaty. Her arms were heavy as she found herself exhausted, looking at her hands she found them slightly bloody. She figured it was best to take a bath in the river before doing anything else, she wouldn't want anyone to see her like this.

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Sumi Secchakuzai (Sticky Ink)
Rank: D-Rank
Skill: Ninjutsu
Effect: Causes a target amount of ink to become extremely sticky, decreasing the mobility of anything it touches.
Special: “Hand Seals”
Drawback: If the user accidentally gets caught within the ink, then they too will become stuck.
Description: Performing the right handseals gathers a chakra that enters a pre-selected portion of ink. The chakra then enters the ink and, fusing with it, causes it to become very, very sticky, giving it adhesive properties, almost like glue.
Limit: Li Clan Jutsu

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Her body clean after her morning exercises the young spiritualist moved back to her scroll and started painting again. She drew another person this time and formed the hand signs to create another ink creation, breathing life into the drawing and watching it blow up into a full size 3D rendering. She had a thought a few days ago, a thought on how she could use her ink in an interesting way. She thought about using her ink as a trap of sorts by making her ink really sticky using her chakra. She looked it up and there was indeed a jutsu that did that very thing and so she memorised the hand signs and now, it was time to test it out. She took her ink canister and threw it out before her, spilling its contents all over the ground. Forming her hand signs now she infused the ink with her chakra and had her ink creation try to talk through it, she wasn't going to do it herself else she'd be caught in the ink for hours. Her ink creation walked slowly, over toward the newly created puddle of ink and took its first step into the liquid. His second foot, she made it a boy, then entered the liquid and she watched what happened.

The creation easily removed its foot from the pool of ink and proceeded to walk completely through it unhindered, not caught up in the slightest. This puzzled her as she thought she'd get it at least a little stuck on her first try but perhaps she just needed some more practice. She formed her hand signs again this time focusing on slowly building up her chakra and carefully controlling it. This wasn't an incredibly powerful jutsu, it was merely a jutsu used to quickly fool an opponent so forcing the issue with more chakra was irrelevant and actually worked against the purpose of the jutsu. She pushed her chakra from out of her body and had it flow out toward the puddle of ink. The chakra laced the ink with its composition and melded with it, fusing with the inks own properties and giving it a slight amount of adhesive properties. The ink creation began to walk into it once again and after a short time it took its first step into the pool of blackness. Its second foot soon followed and then the creation was completely stood atop the ink and the Waterfall shinobi watched on intently to view her efforts and determine if they were successful or not.

As she watched she noticed that as the ink creation began to take its first steps that the ink stuck to the bottom of its false shoe and watched as something like glue clung to its feet and snapped underneath the creation. The creation was able to step out of the pool of ink easily enough however it proved to Michiko that she was on the right track and she quickly formed more hand signs, confident that the third time was of course always the charm. She focused her chakra carefully, building it up with the precision that practice allowed. Confident that she had properly divided the chakra she began to let it out and had it wash over the ink pool. Her chakra merged with the ink and created a thick consistency and she watched as her ink creation again attempted to walk through it. Her results this time were more favourable as upon stepping into the pool her ink creation found that movement was very difficult. Each foot it stepped into the blackness was really difficult to step out of. Standard walking was out of the question, let alone running.

As she thought more on it this was really going to be a useful jutsu in battle. While she herself did not need to move from one spot, her possible opponents would most likely need to do so so she was in a very good position if she could coat their feet with this technique.

[Celaena Kamyuja]

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Hadasumi Soushi (Body Ink Creation)
Rank: C-Rank
Skill: Ninjutsu
Effect: Allows the user the ability to convert water within the body (normally saliva) into ink as it leaves the body.
Special: “Hand Seals”
Drawback: Uses the body’s own water, meaning that the user will be required to later replenish that water, or risk suffering from dehydration. Beyond that, mastering this technique is difficult for most individuals due to the way that they are forced to manipulate the body.
Description: Performing the handseals, the user delves into the body’s own natural water supply and then begins thickening it. As it is brought up near the throat, the user will then generally spit out a giant wad of ink that may then be used for a large assortment of other techniques. If combined with the special ink property jutsu, then the ink propelled from the user’s mouth obtains that property upon the moment it exits the mouth. The ink “wad” may sometimes be converted into a thin stream of ink, depending upon what sort of use the user has for the ink.
Limit: Li Clan Jutsu. Non-medics must obtain 40 TP instead of the usual 30 in order to learn.

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Looking at her ink supply she noticed that it was actually getting rather low but she didn't feel like going home just yet so she had to be resourceful. She thought about just how she could fix this issue. Thoughts of using the river water, converting it into ink, would be handy but manipulating water in that way was rather difficult. It was then that she recalled reading about a jutsu that turned the users own bodily fluids into ink to make use of. The thought was actually rather gross but it was very useful. She tried to recall the hand signs and strung them together for a moment but for the life of her she couldn't remember them properly. She remembered the first four easy enough but the rest were tricky. She flicked through the seals in her hands for a second so she could get a better visual in her mind. Her fingers made quick work of her failing mind as she recalled the natural order of the other jutsu in the Li clan shinobi arts.

Using them as a source of reference she was quiet easily able to recall the rest of the hand signs as they were very alike. With this in mind, all that was left to do was to produce some, 'bodily fluids,' but not those kinds. Sticking out her hand she worked up a great deal of spit and pooled it into her right hand. Allowing it to flow a rock she began to form the hand signs for the jutsu and began to build her chakra up. There wasn't a great deal of spit on the rock so she had to build her chakra rather carefully rather than utilising a lot of it to force the jutsu as there was only so much chakra such a small amount of fluid could hold within itself. To make sure she built it up properly she formed her hand signs slowly and carefully weighed the amount of chakra she built up so that she would perfectly be able to perform the jutsu. The first hand sign she moved slowly, the second, slower, this was a trend that continued all throughout the series until she ran out of hand signs and began to project the chakra from her body and into the small amount of spit.

Her chakra sailed out from her and into the liquid causing it to glow a light shade of blue before it quickly returned back to the shade of clearness it had previously been. From here she had to check out if the attempt was successful so she took a piece of her scroll and tore it so that she had a small piece of paper. Taking it in hand and moving over to the rock she dipped it into the liquid to see if she had anything resembling her ink to make use of but like most things in life, it didn't really go her way. As she viewed just what the consistency of the spit was she found that it was not anything liek ink at all, it was merely spit that she had smeared along a rock. Unfortunate as it was it appeared as though this jutsu was going to take some more time, even for merely performing the technique on such a small amount of liquid. She recalled the jutsu scroll having a diagram of an individual spiting out ink as if he were a fountain of ink so she knew that she had a long way to go but she vowed to herself that she'd master this one by days end.

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Forming hand signs again she once more built up her chakra but she figured this time she would build her chakra faster. It served to note that perhaps she spent to much time building her chakra previously and that threw the whole thing out of whack, it was a possibility at least. With this thought in mind she flipped through the jutsu, not overly fast, but at a quicker pace than what she did previously. Her chakra began to flow from her body and into the spit on the rock, it was starting to evaporate now so she didn't have much time to get this else she'd have to make more spit, an exhausting process in and of itself so she didn't really want to do that needlessly. Her chakra flowed out of her body and into the spit once again creating a blue glow of light that quickly turned to a different shade, this time not to the clearness of the spit it was before but instead to a light black kind of colour, and inky black so this of course got her hopes up so if it didn't work this time, she'd be really down in the dumps, not that she'd give up.

Taking a piece of paper she moved to dab it into the ink though before she did she couldn't help but notice the consistency of the spit was very different than it had been before. This time the ink was more runny, if that made sense to anyone but her. When it had merely been spit it was much more, well sticky. This time it was like running oil so as she dipped in the piece of paper she noted that yes indeed, this was the ink style spit she was looking for. She could make use of this in her jutsu, well if there was more of it she could. There was hardly any ink to work with at this point so she couldn't paint with it. That in mind, it was time to make more spit. She cursed the gods and got to it. Using the empty container of ink she had on hand she began to work in her mouth a great deal of spit and spit it into the vial thingy, filling it to a point where she wasn't dry mouthed but had an amount she could work with, seriously it was becoming very apparent that this style of jutsu was going to be harmful to her health.

It only now dawned on her that the jutsu could make her severely dehydrated in combat situations. This jutsu was only to be used as a last resort, she needed to keep her ink on her at all times. She formed hand signs, quicker than she had in the past as she was now more confident in her jutsu performing abilities than she once was. Her chakra built itself up quickly though she allowed it to build up to a higher point now as she had more spit to work with. She let it flow through and out of her body and into the spit she had produced and the bodily fluid began to glow a bright shade of blue, the colour of her chakra, before it faded into what was again an inky shade of black. Taking her piece of paper she dipped it into the ink again to check if it was at the right consistency for ehr to make use of with her jutsu and as she removed it from the liquid she smiled. That was just perfect for her. That was something she could work with but the more she contemplated the jutsu, the more she realised she had a long way yet to go.

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As she pondered her situation she realised that this was not something she could use in combat yet, this was something she could only use in survival situation creating ink from her spit if she were isolated in the wilderness without any. For her to be able to use this in combat she would need to convert the spit into ink faster and at will, and she thought about it more and realised that she would have to actually spit the ink out for it to be most effective. Figuring that she would have to convert the spit already in her mouth to ink she began to form hand signs and built up her chakra. Before she was building it up and pushing it out of her body but now she had to build it up and keep it in her mouth which as she did so, she realised that this was actually much easier than what she had been practicing earlier. This style of technique utilisation actually gave her a lot more control over the ink creation than when she had been practicing with the ink out of her body.

So much more that she actually kicked herself that she had spent all that time working up spit. That was really unnecessary now but all thing in hindsight were twenty-twenty she supposed. The bad thing of course was the taste but she found it wasn't to bad and she spat out the contents of her mouth rather quickly as she felt the consistency of her spit change dramatically with the jutsu. It was much more runny, again she couldn't put it into precise words but what she felt was that the spit in her mouth changed to something that threatened to slide down the back of her throat if she wasn't careful. As she spat it out on the ground in front of her she checked the colour of the 'spit' and found that it was black. Good, that was something she could use but she had to make up more and she collected her already made ink in her vial of spit and set it out before her. She formed the hand signs again and built up her chakra in her mouth, carefully yet quickly calculating the amount of chakra she put into the technique.

She again felt the spit in her mouth change into something that of course once more threatened to slip down the back of her throat and she took the vial in her hand and began to spit out her mouths contents into it. As she looked at what came out of her mouth she found that it was just as black and inky as it was before so it was the right consistency but what was better was how quickly she made the amount of ink that time. It was just as much as it was before but she had done it in a matter of seconds rather than minutes meaning that this was something she may actually be able to make use of. As she was about to make more she realised the health side of the jutsu was catching up with her. Her mouth felt really dry for some reason and she assumed it was because she had become rather dehydrated. Running over to the river she took in as much water as she could drink so that she could practice her jutsu more. She ahd a feeling as though she could do this a little better still, she could make a whole bunch of ink she figured.

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Thinking back to the jutsu scroll, the man in the diagram was spitting out a fountain of ink. She wanted to do that and with that in mind, and once again rehydrated, she began to form her hand signs and built up her chakra focusing it all in her mouth and at the back of her lips. She was going to make a whole lot of ink this time and as she hit the last hand sign she spat out as much as she could though found that it was rather underwhelming. Her attempt was nothing more than a giant ink spit wad that splashed out of her mouth like a big loogie, it was rather yuck actually but she wanted to do more. Building up her chakra again she formed her hand signs and put in more chakra. She had an idea that more chakra was actually going to be a good thing rather than a small amount like she was using before despite her first thoughts on the subject previously. This time she built up twice as much chakra and let it loose, focused all in the girls mouth and behind her lips.

As she let the spit in her mouth she found that something interesting occurred. It was as if the excess chakra drew out more of her natural spit reserves, and in the instance of a quick second she produced more ink than she had with each attempt put together previously put together. She pondered this outcome for a moment and then realised that the hand signs and chakra was of course a guiding post for the jutsu allowing for the body to just do what the chakra was asking of it from the beginning. Her own preconceptions on just what the jutsu was and how to properly use the jutsu, she was holding herself back with the mere notion that she, an amateur, understood things to complex for her skill level. She resigned herself to take the hit to her ego and resolved to do better. She again formed hand signs and built up her chakra. Using the previous couple of attempts as a source of reference, she allowed herself to produce what she believed to be a fair amount of chakra for the technique.

Allowing her chakra to pool in her mouth, behind her lips she let the jutsu loose and spat out all the spit she could build up and the end result was very interesting. She managed a constant stream of ink, small and narrow as it was, it was a great deal more ink than she had managed to produce previously and more importantly was the consistent component of the jutsu. She managed to continue the stream for about five seconds of continuous ink production and she shot it out for about four feet in front of her. Excited she built up her chakra again and formed another series of hand signs. SHe once more built her chakra into her mouth and pooled it in her mouth, behind her lips. The spit mixed with her chakra and again she felt that liquid consistency in her mouth change and she spat it all out in front of her. She produced another stream of ink and cheered again as she matched the jutsu attempt before.

She didn't cheer for too long however as the health effects of the technique set upon her and she felt the dry mouth take hold. Once again submerging her head in the water she drank and drank to replenish her body's lost hydration and prepared to continue her training.

(OOC: The jutsu required additional training so I had to make another post.)