X2 Put in Work Training

[ryuublade]

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Control Shadow

Rank: "D"

Skill: GenJutsu

Effect: This Jutsu allows the user to control existing shadows like puppets.

Special: "Handseals"

Drawback: ---

Description: Affects anyone who sees a shadow the user targets that is Large or smaller. The user is able to perform this technique at a distance of 7 meters plus 6 meters per class level. The duration of this technique lasts for as long as the user Concentrates. This technique may be disbelieved once interacted with. User cannot change their innate shape, but can increase or decrease its size by 50%, cause them to appear menacing (or timid), or anything else the user can imagine. The user cannot cause them to leave their flat surface, or move away from their object or person, or harm anyone in any way.

Limit: Must know the Shadow Perception.

Ryko had finally left out the village for the first time heading out in to the wilderness of the water country. His short journey led him to a open grassland with a lake which was situated next to a mountain. With all the free time he had Ryko simply wanted to train as hard as possible especially with his shadow. So to be prepared he looked over a bunch of jutsu his brother had left behind.Standing with the sun to his back he watched as his shadow stretched out on the lake and breezed through a few handseals. Directing chakra in to his shadow Ryko was able to expand it's size over the clear lake water holding it while in that form. With a bit more effort Ryko now altered the shape of his shadow from himself to a triangle. Keeping up his concentration he tried something slightly more difficult and spilit his shadow in to tendrils and moved it around eerily on the shadows surface.

Trying something else out Ryko split up the tendrils of his shadow even more making them dance wildly. It was getting relatively more simple with time and new ideas started flooding in his head but he didn't allow them to break his concentration. Decreasing the amount of tendrils made he transformed the shape of the shadow in to a demonic like face with a crooked smile making the fewer tendrils dance around it. Soon Ryko started adding arms to the demon also giving it a body to go along with it. Getting a little bored with it Ryko started to simply make basic shapes of people he had seen or even of weapons. Ryko allowed the shadow to receed back to normal as he turned to the grass lands and tried it on the grass's shadows.

Standing only a few meters away Ryko went through all the necessary seals before he focused on the shadows of the grass morphing it and expanding it in to simple stick figures and exercising full control as much as possible. He released the jutsu stretching his arms happy to have gotten the hang of it.

[Aimi Kaguya]

Training:

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Katon - Goukakyuu no Jutsu (Great Fireball Technique)
Rank: "C" "B" Rank
Skill: NinJutsu
Effect: The user is capable of performing a few handseals in which gives them the capability of blowing a large body of fire in size of a large sphere that has great fire proportions and explosive capabilities.
Special: "Handseals"
Drawback: Depending on the Rank, is dependent on how strong or how much the user is capable of doing with the Goukakyuu no Jutsu.
Description: The user quickly performs a few handseals. The user then places the hand over their mouth creating a small like circle. This technique in turn is then to help the user control the great flame. The use then blows out and creates a large fireball that twice the size of a normal human body. When the "C" Rank version is first learned the user is only capable of blowing out the Great Fireball that is cannot be moved or go anywhere else. This also means that the technique does not explode in a fiery explosion, but burns greatly to anyone that is caught within the technique. When the user learns the "B" Rank version then the user is capable blowing the Great Fireball into the distance, sending it away from the use it to hurl towards the very opponent. This technique is only capable of going into a straight line and this is capable of having the size three times the size of a human body. This technique when launched at an opponent then becomes dangerous because at this point the technique can explode causing damage that is even more devastating.
Limit: Must have the Fire Release

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"What a pain in the ass..." Aimi said to himself quietly, peering out over the lake at the young pale boy with black hair. He was training, pretty obvious to the Kusa shinobi, so he must have been from a village near by which could have proved problematic for him. He'd come to the Land of Water for a bit off a vacation, or at least that had been his excuse to leave. In reality, he'd come to do more existential thinking than just relaxing and forgetting his troubles... But he couldn't do any of that now, because there was someone in the area! He wanted to be alone with his thoughts and memories for goodness sake! Couldn't a young man brood in peace out in the wilderness for a week?!

Groaning to himself, he debated what to do. He could just leave, head up to the mountain and probably find himself alone there... but he didn't feel like it. He could confront the boy, tell him to piss off but... effort. Really, the only sensible thing to do is to capitalize on the situation. He could brood by himself later, for now he felt it best to socialize. He was on vacation after all. As an added precaution before approaching the young lad, Aimi took off his head band and stuffed it into his jacket pocket. Unnecessary questions about who he was was annoying after all. With that done, he walked out from his little 'hiding place' in the grass and stepped onto the surface of the lake, holding his arm up and waving to try and get the boy's attention as he approached.

"Hey! Hey you, yeah you!" he called out to get his attention. Once he had it, he quickly picked out a jutsu in his arsenal that could use some improvement, thinking it best to start with something familiar, and folded his hands together. After making a string of hand seals, he turned away from the boy and brought his hand up to his mouth and formed a circle with his index finger and thumb, taking in a deep breath and gathering chakra into his throat before exhaling it all at once, creating a great ball of fire twice as large as he was over the lake, his long blond hair billowing from the heat he'd created. It was a simple jutsu he'd learned a long time ago, nothing special about it and surely one even the boy had heard of or even seen before.

When he ran out of breath to fuel the flame, he inhaled and turned back to the boy, offering a smile and saying, "I'm a shinobi on vacation, and I couldn't help but notice you training... care if I join you? I mean, I'm gonna train here even if you do, I just wanted to be polite is all," he called out. "What's your name, kid? I'm Aimi Arisato," he'd introduce himself after getting an answer.

Regardless of what was said by the other shinobi, Aimi would turn away from him and take in a deep breath, gathering chakra into his throat as he brought up his hands again to form a string of handseals. Bringing his hand up to his mouth again, he exhaled and created another large ball of flame, squinting his eyes as the air left his lungs. He knew about the second stage of this jutsu, that it was supposed to be a ball of fire that went flying before exploding. He just needed to know how to make it do that. He had an idea though. Testing it out, he pulled his hand away from his mouth and expelled all of the air and chakra he'd gathered at once, trying to propel the ball of fire forward. What he got was a sudden expansion of the flame before it dissipated entirely. Not exactly the result he wanted... but it was a start, as it always was.

[Yoshi [Lynx!]]

+10 Ryuu
+20 Aimi

[ryuublade]

Spectral Weapon

Rank: "C"

Skill: GenJutsu

Effect: Using the power of Shadow GenJutsu, the user can fashion a quasi-real weapon of any type with which they are proficient.

Special: "Handseals"

Drawback: Striking techniques with special properties do not work with the attack that deals with background damage.

Description: A Mind-Affecting Technique. 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. This spectral weapon appears in the user's hands and behaves as a normal weapon of its type, with 1 exception. Any foe the user hits is entitled to a save to recognize the weapon's shadowy nature. If the save is successful, that opponent takes only 1/5th normal damage from the weapon on that attack and all subsequent attacks. User can maintain only 1 spectral weapon at a time, and only the user can wield it (since it's an Illusion). The weapon dissipates when the user lets go of it or when the Jutsu's duration expires, whichever comes first.

Limit: Must know the Shadow Perception.


Ryko turned and waved to the shinobi who introduced himself as he watch him fire multiple fireballs. But he ended up choking on the last as Ryko himself started on new jutsu as he breezed through the hand seals of this new technique. This new jutsu would  allow him to form any weapon he desired with the shadow perception. Ryko held his right arm out and held his hand as if he were holding a sword. He focused intently on his hand and started to picture the blade inside of his mind while directing his chakra at the same time.

At first a small blade of pure shadow emitted from his hand. It was small like a knife and was rugged around the edges like pure a chakra blade. Ryko maintained his concentration on the small little shadow blade as he tried to refine it down more. The blade went uncontrollable and dispersed from his hand as Ryko was immediately on it once more. Instead of just allowing it to burst out Ryko tried refining the blade the moment it came out which had happen to work better in his favor overall.

This time the blade came out perfectly smooth and in the shape of a normal double edged knife with a handle. Ryko reverted it and sent the shadow out once more as it slowly out stretched in to the form of a long sword. The blade was smooth and had no feel due to it being a shadow. Ryko walked up to the grass that was near the lake and tried slicing it as the tips fell to the ground. Ryko now swung the blade around as he got more comfortable with it.  He stuck only with increasing and decreasing the length of the sword he had made getting fairly use to the manipulation of it.

With a final swing Ryko stuck his hand out while running forward as he made the blade retract back in to his hand before it reconfigured in to a pole. Before he was done he extended a curved blade from the top of the pole making scythe as he twirled it in his hands due not having any skill with a scythe what soever. Swinging it around a few times Ryko tried to be quicker with his configuration as he now made the scythe blade receed and transformed the remaining shadow pole in to a spear with a foot long spear head. Thrusting a few times for show Ryko tried something different with the jutsu.

He made the shadow receeded on to his arm and form in that of a gauntlet. With the shadow gauntlet on Ryko kept shifting with basic taijutsu throwing punches and kicks switching the shadow weapon from gauntlets to grieves with every few strikes at astonishing speeds. He finished off by jumping in to the air a few meters forming a shadow kunai and striking all around him mid-air. Tired from constantly manipulating it he released the jutsu entirely taking a break panting on one knee. Moving around this much wasn't his forte.

[Aimi Kaguya]

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Aimi watched as the young boy, who hadn't properly introduced himself to him, moved around and performed... some kind of jutsu. He didn't know what it was, but it looked fairly impressive to him. His movements on the other hand weren't, at least not to him. He showed all of the obvious signs of being a novice at the craft of physical exertion, though he had some potential. He almost reminded the blond haired shinobi of himself at a younger age, but his father and his heritage instilled in him a bit of a natural grace, just one of the many things he was thankful to his father for.

"Not terrible I must admit. Keep working on it," he called out to him in a more flat tone, turning away again and folding his hands into another string of seals. Perhaps the kid had been taught well not to speak to strangers, or was excessively paranoid, or maybe just rude. He didn't know and frankly didn't care, a wave was enough to acknowledge that he'd been heard and his own fiery practice had nothing to do with whatever shadowy manipulations the kid had going on, so he figured he need not concern himself with it... unless of course he actually started talking to him. As he brought his hand up to his mouth, he couldn't help but think this was starting to be a weird 'vacation'.

Exhaling, the ball of flame spewed forth with wondrous splendor, shining brightly over the lake for close to a minute before he ran out of breath and it vanished from sight. Musing to himself, he tried to think on how he could improve this. Standing still atop the water and crossing his arms, he started to work out the jutsu in his head, bit by bit, starting with the handseals. A fireball is a fireball is a fireball - they're all the same, as are the seals for it. He didn't need to make any more or less or do it any faster, that part was fine he knew. The issue was in the execution, in the draw of his breath and the expulsion of it that was supposed to, but wasn't, lead to an explosion.

As he stood, the water gently caressing the undersides of his barely covered feet, he contemplated just how he could make the ball explode. The first and very obvious answer was to add more chakra, which was a given, but he couldn't just do that. It would explode in his face if he did for sure! And he liked his eyebrows too much for that. What's more, it wasn't just about making it explode but making it explode away from him, far away actually. He tried to think of other fire based jutsu he knew for some kind of guidance but didn't come up with much. This was, quite frankly, on an entirely different scale in power than any other fire jutsu he knew... but not at all in control.

Un-tucking his arms from in front of his chest, he began to fold his hands together once again, thinking about what he was going to do. He needed to make the fireball, simple enough, but he needed to make it bigger, more powerful, but not so powerful that it blew up in his face. Again, that wouldn't be so difficult for him. Neither would getting it to fly away from him now that he thought about it. He knew another jutsu - the Mythical Fire Phoenix Technique - that was essentially this upgraded version but small. He knew how to spit fire, this would just be on a bigger scale. The real challenge, and difficulty of this variation of the jutsu, was making it explode once it was far enough away from him that it could do him no harm. Fortunately, he had created a jutsu of his own that dealt with a delayed reaction in a similar way - the Will-o-the Wisp Deathcircle.

Finished with his handseals, he took in a deep breath and held his hand up over his mouth, gathering a larger, but not too much larger, amount of chakra into his throat and mouth. Taking a step back and leaning forward, he pushed the air and chakra from his throat and out of his pursed lips, expelling it in a ball of flame that was easily three times his size - and without an immediate explosion! With the chakra he had in his cheeks to push it forward, as well as give it the last kick it needed, Aimi spat the ball of flame and stood up straight, leaning back to be safe as the ball flew off over the lake, tearing a path over it as it went.

Aimi watched and counted in his head how many seconds it lasted. One... two... three... f- he thought to himself, flinching a bit as the ball exploded over the lake unexpectedly, sending ripples throughout the surface of the lake for him to ride on. By his guess, it'd traveled about forty meters before exploding, but he had a hunch that if he really wanted to he could increase or decrease that distance based on how much chakra he forced into it before spitting it away. He smiled a bit to himself, happy that he was able to catch on to this so quickly because of his past experiences. It showed that he really was learning.

Remembering that there was someone else there with him, Aimi turned on the spot and looked around for the kid to see what he was doing. "You know, I didn't catch your name," he called out again, trying for a second time to see if this young shinobi would talk to him.

[She of the Mighty Bow-Gun]

+20 to both

[ryuublade]

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So apparently this guy was critiquing him now Ryko said as he looked to the guy."Call me Himoji!" Ryko would yell out with still feeling a bit wary about the guy. After all he might be a enemy nin. That last though fueled Ryko going over the the familiar seals as he formed another pure blade of darkness. He really focused on the shape training going through a multitude of weaponry just for fun. He started out with a rapier shadow sword getting in to a stance as he thrusted forward a few times before getting a quickly slash in. While during the slash Ryko would have expanded the  the shadow making it in to a thick staff twirling it around in his hands getting a feel for it in his own way. He was almost enjoying himself learning to fight with a new weapon but he shut that feeling down.

Next Ryko morphed the both of the end of shadow staff in to a twin spear. Twirling the spear above his head before quickly grabbing it and slashing down in diagonal arc in front of him before he brought the shadow the blades back in to the pole re configuring it  the blade in to a axe. The weight was something else and Ryko almost dropped it even it being a shadow as he stumbled catching it with both hands. With all his strength he flipped it getting in to a low stance as he bounced off the ground slamming the axe forward towards the ground with heft slam before allowing the shadow to turn in to a kunai once more. Ryko moved around fluently with the kunai going through basic combat slicing here with a few feints and back flips all ending with would be deadly or fatal slashes.

With a few final practice forms Ryko ended the jutsu allowing the shadow to fade from his hand as he took a deep breath and went to the lake splashing some water on to his face. This was grueling training already, and this is only the genjutsu.

[Aimi Kaguya]

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"Himoji, huh?" Aimi said to himself quietly, moving his left hand up to his hip as he mused over it for a moment. Shaking his head, he scoffed to himself, "I don't like it," before turning away from him. He had a jutsu to complete after all... or rather, to adjust. He knew how to do it after all, it was just a matter of controlling the result now.

Bringing his hands up in front of him he weaved them into the same string of handseals before taking in a deep breath and gathering chakra into his throat and mouth. He took a step back and leaned forward, keeping his body tense as he spat the air out from his throat, making the ball of flame. Like before, he used the chakra that he'd gathered into his mouth to send the ball flying forward, butt this time he'd added in only about half of the amount that he did last time which is why he stayed tense. As his jutsu flew forward, he jumped back a few times, because if his thinking was right then the ball would explode twenty meters away from where he'd shot it from, and that just wasn't a very safe distance.

Coming to a stop, he watched as his jutsu one again flared out over the lake in an explosion that ruptured the water and made itself known by several waves of ripples. He couldn't tell just how far away it had been from where he originally was since he wasn't standing there anymore, but he'd only been able to count to two in his head, so he assumed that it was about twenty meters. Only thing to do at that point was to send it further than forty meters. Simple.

Forming the handseals again, he spewed the fire forth with that great roar that fire makes before sending the chakra he'd gathered in his mouth, more than what he'd originally done, and sent his jutsu on its fiery way. He counted on his fingers one, two, three, four, five before the ball exploded about fifty meters away from him. So there it was, to control the distance, or perhaps the time of detonation, Aimi just had to regulate the amount of chakra that he put into that last little push. A simple answer for a simple jutsu.

Turning his attention back to Himoji, Aimi saw that the young man was splashing his face with water for... some reason. Was he really so tired? He might have been there for a lot longer than what Aimi had been, but still. The young shouldn't get tired before the old! Deciding to learn more about his would bee training partner, Aimi strolled across the water towards the shore line that he was at, walking over towards Himoji. "So what's a young and upcoming shinobi like yourself doing out here?" the blond genin asked the raven haired one.

[Yoshi [Lynx!]]

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Good job, no rematch.

[ryuublade]

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Shadow Sentry

Rank: "C"

Skill: GenJutsu

Effect: Shadow sentry creates either a shadowy or faceless humanoid warrior under the user's command.

Special: "Handseals"

Drawback: ---

Description: Affects anyone who interacts with the Shadowy guard. The user is able to perform this technique at a distance of 7 meters plus 6 meters per class level. The duration of this technique lasts for 5 hours per class level. This technique may be disbelieved once interacted with. The sentry may be commanded to “guard,” where it shouts an alarm if it notices anyone approach within 50 meters, “patrol,” where it follows a route first walked by the user and calls an alarm if it notices anyone approach within 50 feet, and “attack,” where it attacks with its shadowy sword. The sentry has the same movements as the user. The sentry is discharged after being successfully struck for any damage.

Limit: Must know the Shadow Perception.


Ryko was somewhat irked now  at the guy who didn't like his first name. Some nerve he had he thought moving on to the next jutsu. He slowly went over the jutsu focusing on the  shadow perception as a puddle of shadow appeared in front of him. Ryko focused intently on the puddle pouring in chakra in to it as tendrils started to rise from it dancing in harmony. The tendrils started to form together and created the lower half of a humanoid figure. More of the body started to rise from the lower half creating the upper body and then soon the head.

Like the icing on the cake the final piece was a shadowy sword that formed in to it's hand. Ryko looked it up and down and left it there as he walked through the grass in zig zags before returning to the shadow sentinel."Patrol the area that I just walked. Attack whenever you see me." Ryko would say after disappearing in to the grass. Ryko waited in his position waiting for the sentry when he would be attacked from anywhere so he was on his highest alert. 

It didn't take long when he heard the grass move behind him and the sound of a blade slashing through the air which made him jump forward rolling to regain balance as the sentinel was still on his tail. Now that they were out of the grass it was easier to see and combat the sentinel as it came at him with a overhead slash making Ryko jump back before charging forward and attacking with a spinning back kick. The sentinel responded by ducking and coming at Ryko with a vertical slash from below.

Thinking fast Ryko narrowly dodged the blade before ending it with  another well placed kick to the sentinel's head as it dispersed in to nothing. Apparently it was only capable of taking one hit before it was dispersed. Ryko performed the seals again as a new sentinel was formed and he simply kept up the sword as the sentinel seemed to have the same movements as Ryko himself. They continued on with a new battle although more intense.

The sentinel charged Ryko with a forward thrust lunge as Ryko side stepped out the way. The sentinel didn't let up as it swung at Ryko since he would be off balance but he counter acted that move by simply bending his back to dodge the swing before doing a back flip to gain distance and get back on his balance. Ryko planned to continue using this shadow sentinel to help train him and it alike for it seemed to respond to his owns strength.

[Aimi Kaguya]

Training:

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Wings of the Planes
Rank: "B"
Skill: NinJutsu
Effect: User gains the ability to fly.
Special: ---
Drawback: ---
Description: Target is Personal. Range is Personal. Duration if 5 hours per Class Level. User taps into their adopted soul and takes on more of its traits. User's soul gains wings and it carries the user aloft. User gains the ability to Fly with Good Maneuverability.
Limit: Must be a Soulcaster. Must have mastered Soulcaster.

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How rude, Aimi thought to himself as he was ignored for the second time now in favor of whatever shadowy jutsu the young man was making. It was no secret that in order to excel in your studies you needed to be focused, but just flat out ignoring him was disrespectful to your elders at the least! Frowning as he stood watching the boy play with his shadows upon the shore, Aimi contemplated setting it on fire to get his attention. What'd he care if a forest burnt down after all as a result? Wasn't his forest. He dismissed such thoughts quickly though, as they weren't exactly cohesive to what a 'vacation' should be.

The more he watched, and as a result was ignored, the more he couldn't help but feel dejected and wanted to get this kids attention for... whatever reason. He found himself clenching his teeth and clutching his fists, contemplating ways to force the boy to pay attention to him for... some reason. He suspected that he was letting his real reason for coming here, existential contemplation/brooding, bleed through but he pushed those thoughts aside, instead thinking of various ways to burn or cause havoc. He had plenty of wants to set stuff on fire, but he could also throw him into the lake an electrify it, or use the lake itself to create a thick mist that Himoji couldn't see a thing, or better yet extend his soul out to just torment him without him even knowing what was happening! It was perfect!

But, naturally, his good nature won over and instead of doing any of that, he took in a deep breath and turned away from the raven haired shinobi, kicking at the damp shore and un-clenching his fists as he looked up at the sky. He wondered what he was still doing there if he wasn't going to be social. He thought to himself that he should just shunt away from there, vanishing without a trace like some sort of spirit of the wind, maybe spook the boy that way into thinking that he had indeed up and vanished with the coming breeze like a feather...

That train of thought got him thinking though, as his mind began to wander and his body relaxed. Since he had discovered that he was a soulcaster, he'd learned to do some amazing things with his soul. There seemed to be, in fact, no limit to what he could and could not do with enough will power with it. He was able to become invisible, teleport from one location to the next, or even alter his age... he was ageless ever since he'd learned how, and that was only the tip of the iceberg. Something had only just occurred to him though. Could he fly? It was something he'd always wanted to do after all, but had never gotten the chance to experience properly. Maybe now though, with the serenity of the lake and the mountain and just the wilderness in general, maybe... just maybe.

Deciding that if he was going to be ignored, he would ignore him right back, Aimi turned his head away from the sky and sat down upon the shore, crossing his legs and holding his arms out to his side, his middle finger and thumbs forming a circle and his elbows resting on his knees. He closed his eyes and began to concentrate, focusing the power of his soul. He breathed in and out deeply, using practices that he'd learned while training to open up the chakra gates to help still his mind and body and empower his soul. He thought of flight, what he might feel like up in the air, how different the world would look like from above.

While he imagined all of the intricacies of flight he harnessed the power of his soul, molding it to his purposes. As flight might as well have been a foreign concept to him, he shaped his soul into the only configuration that made the most sense to him: A pair of wings. Though his eyes were closed, he knew how brilliant his soul was and knew that the bright white light was likely emitting from his entire body. Not that his would be training partner Himoji would see it though, as only other soulcasters could see a soul in use. He shaped his soul into the general shape of wings, extending it from his back and letting them grow more and more and more, expanding by leaps and bounds as if with the pulsing of his own heart.

Just how big they got, he didn't know, nor did he focus on it. He hardly focused on his soul at all, instead letting its power fill him up and his will acting upon it while he continued to think of soaring through the clouds, the wind in his hair and the sun on his back, even during a rain storm. He thought of seeing birds up close and in the air for the first time in his life, thought of how much freedom he would have. He might be able to leave the village whenever he wanted for a bit of privacy and not have to make up excuses like the one he'd use to come here to the Land of Water in the first place. How liberating it would be to just jump and go where he wanted, like the wind itself.

While he meditated, intensely focusing on what it would be like to fly, envisioning it and making it manifest within his soul, he failed to notice that his body was slowly lifting up from the ground and levitating, the wings that had become extensions of his soul slowly flapping and pushing him upwards. It was only when he felt as if something was missing that he opened his eyes and saw the world as if he were standing up rather than sitting down, though the strained feeling in his legs remained. Aimi looked down and saw that through his will power and concentration on the subject alone, he'd managed to lift himself a couple of feet off of the ground! Smiling to himself, he un-crossed his legs and stood atop the ground, taking in a deep breath of the cool lake air and nodding to himself. He felt calm, cool, collected, and ready to fly.

[ryuublade]

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Ryko kept at it with the shadow sentinel making him become more fierce with the attacks.
The sentinel with another forward thrust wouldn't let out by following out with two more quick thrust to the head.Ryko would hold his ground simply weaving his house out the way for the first two attacks before parrying the final with his arm and dashing away. Ryko simply wiped sweat from his brow beckoning the sentinel to continue its onslaught of attacks. The sentinel spun it's late before switching up his final attack on Ryko.

The sentinel truly came at Ryko never letting up with any attack. Mainly due to the fact it was made in of chakra itself and on the contary only a genjutsu.The sentinel did the same with a thrust but his second attack was a horizontal slash from the left and at the same would throw a kick with it's right leg. Ryko responded to the thrust the same by dodging to the left but he dodged the slash but jumping in to the air placing his hand on the blade for balance before using his other hand to turn his body and throw a reverse kick through the shadow's head as it dispered and Ryko fell to the ground.

Ryko now finished with the shadow sentinel looked over to the guy who was meditating peacefully and wanting some revenge he did the following thing."Oi old man Aimi!!!!!!" Would yell and then repeat "Oi" until the guy decided to turn around.

[Madame Loki]

+20 Aimi
+30 Ryuu

[Aimi Kaguya]

20/50

Aimi's smile fell faster than a meteor as Himoji called out to him. For a minute, he'd actually forgotten there was anyone else there at the lake... for a moment. His calling out to him in such a petulant way was but a cruel reminder of what he'd just been meditating to forget. It didn't help at all that he insisted on repeating "oi" over and over again, in such a blatant and annoying fashion. Thoughts of setting the lake on fire again crossed his mind. He got a better idea though, one that stopped him from just immediately turning around and doing something ill advised. No, he had a much better plan in mind.

Aimi was going to fuck with this kid.

Turning on his heels and putting his left hang on his hip, the blond young man looked to the boy with a cocky grin on his face, like he had a secret. "Old man Aimi? Can't say I've ever been called an old man before... but then again, age is negligible with me," he claimed, turning full towards Himoji before walking forward. Channeling the power of his soul, he began to change right before the kids very eyes, visibly growing younger and younger at a rapid rate until he was closer to the boy's age than how old he really was. Such was the power of one who'd learned to master their own soul, and the look on the black haired shinobi's face was no doubt priceless.

Not wanting to stop there, Aimi took it a step further by donning a big grin and reshaping his soul once more, 'growing' a pair of invisible wings with his will power and focusing on flight once again, but in a different sense than before. He didn't think about soaring high through the sky or how it would feel to look down on the world. No, what he was focusing on was Himoji's face and what he imagined was the look on it as he rose up into the air, envisioning himself in the scenario and making it manifest.

He stepped forward and the wings of his soul began to flap, giving him lift mid-step and bidding him to rise up from off of the ground, his limbs growing limp as he rose up into the air in front of the shinobi all while holding that grin. His smile was sustained partially by the looks that Himoji was giving him, but mostly by his own ego. Later on, he'd likely contemplate on these events and how he felt about them more in depth, but for now he was just relishing the thought of not only learning to control a new facet of his soul but also putting a bit of respect into this kid.

Roughly thirty feet up in the air above Himoji, Aimi stopped his ascent and just hovered for a few moments, getting used to this position in the air. Putting aside the showmanship and the bravado, his stomach was actually doing flips over itself. He was flying! Sort of. He wasn't exactly very high up and he'd been in higher places before, but never had he been so far off of the ground and not been falling or standing on anything. He didn't feel weightless, he felt un-tethered as if he wasn't attached to anything. He likely looked the part of it too. He had no way of knowing for sure, as he couldn't see his own face, but Aimi had regressed his age roughly six years in just a short amount of time, something he'd only done in practice by himself once before. This was his first time seeing how someone reacted to watching him age backwards, and while he was floating in the air no less!

"Oh I'm sorry, did I break your concentration?" Aimi asked, looking down on Himoji and waiting for an answer as his wings that only he could see held him aloft.

[Promeleon]

10

[ryuublade]

0/10
Net of Shadows

Rank: "D"

Skill: GenJutsu

Effect: User causes ordinary shadows to fly toward the creatures in the area, forming dark nets that cover and enfold the target or targets.

Special: "Handseals"

Drawback: ---

Description: Affects 5 creatures per class level where no 2 may be more than 15 meters apart. The user is able to perform this technique at a distance of 7 meters plus 6 meters per class level. The duration of this technique lasts for 3 rounds. This technique may be negated. The net does not hamper movement, but a creature enfolded in a net cannot see beyond 2 meters, even with darkvision. The folds of a net hide the creature within it, giving the creature 9/10ths concealment making it difficult for the creature to be hit. The net also hampers the enfolded subject's own attacks, granting 9/10ths concealment to creatures within 2 meters and total concealment to creatures more than 2 meters away.

Limit: Must know the Shadow Perception.


Ryko watched as Aimi walked closer to him and for some reason started reverting his age. Ryko opened his jaw pretending to be awe shocked as he then started to see the man fly. Ryko closed his jaw and started picking his nose with his pinkie while looking to the guy with a emotionless bored expression."Wow old man what a complete waste of my time. Now excuse me as I get back the precious few seconds of my life you wasted." Ryko would say loudly for the man to hear before turning away and looking to a bird that had landed by the grass. Ryko found this a perfect opportunity to try his new jutsu out.

Ryko went over the seals of the jutsu focusing intently on the shadows of the many blades of grass. He sent forth his chakra and focused on the shadow perception connecting himself with the shadows. The bird stayed still as Ryko slowly merged the shadows forward launching a net of shadows at the bird. The bird was caught off guard when the shadow consumed it as it flaied wildly falling to the ground. At the moment the bird would be able to move normally but it could barely be seen and would most likely not be able to see outside itself. To anyone else watching the bird would nearly be concealed almost entirely.

Ryko released the jutsu making the shadow net dissipate as the bird stopped freaking out. However he wasn't letting it go just yet as went over the seals again applying chakra to the shadows of his surroundings. He made the merge again much swifter as if almost in a instant before launching the net at the already used bird capturing it again. This time it sent the bird flying as it frantically flew in all directions as Ryko kept the jutsu up when it was getting farther away from him. But once that bird hit 7 meters the jutsu dissipated allowing it to fly freely as it just got the hell out of there.

[Aimi Kaguya]

30/50

This kid was unbelievable. Seriously, what was his deal? First he ignored Aimi, then he called him out with obvious intent to start something, then he just acted like what had transpired was some ordinary every day bullshit! He wasn't a soulcaster, he couldn't have been or else he would have called Aimi out on his trickery. This was just an ordinary, snot nosed bratty child who must have been brain dead or something! If the positions had been switched, Aimi was more than certain that he would have been at least confused as to why some older shinobi was suddenly getting younger and then flying without weaving any hand seals or anything! Did this kid have no soul!? Up in the air, Aimi had completely forgone any sort of composure that he might have had and was visibly shaking with anger. Homoji was just the worst kind of child, and he would be damned if he didn't do something about it. He was tormenting a bird for goodness sake! The kid was obviously some kind of psychopath!

While staying aloft in the air, Aimi began to channel his chakra and force it to be stronger, more potent, to break the gates one at a time. "You, disrespectful," he called out as the first gate was unlocked. "Insignificant," he hissed as the second gate was broken, his body becoming surrounded in an emerald green aura. "Speck of dust, on the dried up shit of a MOUSE!" he roared with as much fury as he could muster, the third gate bursting open and his skin turning a violent, angry shade of red as the air around him visibly shifted. Without warning, he swooped down from his position in the air, his invisible wings beating furiously to get him closer to the boy. They weren't very far apart at all, maybe thirty feet at best, and from his position up above he had an advantage, not to mention his own speed aided by the gates. It would be no effort at all for him to reach out and take a hold of the scruff of Himoji's shirt with both hands and lift him up into the air with him, nor would it be a problem at all to carry him with his strength.

The problems came when he started to rise up into the air again with this new passenger. He hadn't exactly been thinking clearly just then when he swooped down and snatched him up, and he most certainly hadn't been thinking of the complications that it would bring up in his flight pattern. Not only was Himoji heavy(ish), his weight affecting his flight patterns, but what Aimi was doing was something he wasn't entirely prepared for. He had unwittingly set himself up for a trial by fire, ironically while trying to do the same thing to Himoji. As he rose up into the air, all inexperience and fury, his wings flapping desperately to keep him aloft, he jerked around, sank a foot or two, or grunted with the effort to keep the kid still. He was like a hawk that had never hunted before and was trying to pull off it's first kill. It was sloppy and it was uncouth. But then, so was this situation.

Flying up higher and higher into the air over the lake with Himoji in tow, a hundred feet, two hundred and onward, Aimi rapidly and sloppily made it to where the two of them were at a point almost directly over the center of the lake before stopping and hovering, which was much, much easier to do with someone rather than actually fly. Lifting up the black haired shinobi, Aimi would forcefully turn him around so that they were looking at each other face to face before holding him at arms length out in front of him by the collar of his clothing. "Listen here you," Aimi growled, all rage at this point and beyond any semblance of reason for the time being. "I can end you in the blink of a gnat's fart! I could burn your entire world or torment your very SOUL for shits and giggles! I am rage and beauty and a million other things you will never be you impolite little WORM! Do us both a favor and drown before I set this lake on fire with you in it!"

With that, Aimi reared his arm back, pulling Himoji with it, before slinging the young boy down towards the surface of the lake with all of his might, his strength absolutely tremendous with the assistance of the third gate. He watched as the boy fell and seriously considered just doing what he'd threatened anyways and set the lake on fire with him in it. Fortunately, for the both of them, reason began to rapidly claw its way back into his mind and he stopped, shaking with rage in the air as he hovered. He told himself a million different things, he needed to get control of himself, or the kid wasn't worth it, or think about what might happen to the lake, but the one thought that pulled him back from all of that rage was what would his father think? Was this the grace that a Kaguya was supposed to possess? No, it wasn't, and he knew that, and as soon as he'd thought it regret and shame crashed over him like a tsunami, dulling the flames of his anger but not extinguishing them entirely. "Fucking... fuck you," he grumbled, closing the gates one at a time and turning away from the lake. He was done here, tired of the kid and tired of this lake. He wanted solitude, real, actual solitude for a while so he could calm down and get himself in check.

Turning towards the mountain, he figured that would be a good place to start. Ripping his mind's focus off of the kid, Aimi focused his will power back into his soul and bid it to take him towards the mountain in the air. Naturally it did as it was told, it was a part of him after all, and the young man who now looked like a boy, flew off into the distance, occasionally falling a few feet or jerking from side to side when the wind blew, obstacles that he had to learn to overcome on the spot. He had to learn how to be stable with the wind and ride it, not brace himself against it. He had to keep a constant vision of what he wanted to do, lest he feared his soul slip and he begin to plummet. In many ways, he was a baby bird who had just found its first wind to fly upon. Flight was a lot harder than it looked, made even harder still without a physical pair of wings that he could feel that had weight. He felt as though he was falling all the time while he was up in the air and it was a feeling he'd need to get used to. The further and further from he lake he got, the more and more stable his flight pattern became.

By the time that he was approaching the mountain side, he'd really begun to calm down and forget about the boy he'd thrown in the lake. He was much more focused on getting the knack of flying because that was keeping him calm and he wanted to stay calm. A thought occurred to him that he'd need to come down from the air eventually, and he had no idea how to do that. His heart fluttered in his chest as he imagined the many crash landings that he might have to go through before getting it just right, but it would need to be done. Gradually, he began to descend from the air, one step at a time, until he was maybe fifteen feet from the ground as it started to slope upwards into the mountain side, where he hovered for a few moments. He'd heard somewhere before that all landings were just controlled crashes, and while that didn't necessarily make him feel better about the whole ordeal, he did like the idea of control. It wasn't as if this was such a high height that he'd hurt himself if he just dropped, but what if he was holding something important and fragile in the future? Just dropping would prove a danger to it, so he had to learn how to do this properly.

Taking in a deep breath, still gritting his teeth in thee dregs of anger, Aimi started to once again descend, getting closer and closer to the ground with each second that passed until he was only a jumps height away. 'Turning off' the power of his soul, he let himself fall at that point and landed on the balls of his feet before losing his balance because of the slop, slipping, and falling on his ass. Grunting, he sat very still for a moment. He thought to himself that it wasn't a perfect landing, but it could have been a lot worse. Besides, falling on his ass was a humbling thing after a flight like that. In his rage, he hadn't even realized just how high up he was and how different everything looked from up there. How far he could see, how far... The young man sighed and looked back up to the sky. He wanted another go at it, he wanted to see the world from so far up. Getting back up on his feet, Aimi would focus his soul and reshape his wings, the two extensions of his soul giving a mighty shove downwards to get him airborn before lifting him higher and higher. It was about time for him to start relaxing and contemplating, and what better place to do that than five hundred feet up in the air where no one could bother him?

[Madame Loki]

+10 ryuu
+20 Aimi

[ryuublade]

Ryko was pulled up in to the air with the guy as they flew pretty high upas the guy started giving him a lecture about how he didn't respect him or whatever. But Ryko only cares about himself so he didn't even care. The guy out of anger flung Ryko down towards the lake as he was sent hurdling but out of no where a soft cushion covered his fall making him bounce safe to the shore. With that Ryko went to go train else where.
[Exit]