A visiting Stone [open]

[Draven]

Within Konoha, there are forests, and plenty of leaves. Sure there may be houses around but Godric had found a secluded space relatively far from the hustle and bustle of the city. At the base of a cliff with plenty of training dummies around, or rather the trees themselves. It wasn't anything too special just a place to keep himself busy as the diplomatic talks continue at the embassy.

Godric had long relenquished is arms at the gates of this village. Save for a single large umbrella which he used to keep the sun from making him a human tourch. Though fortunately the sun had set for an hour already and he was ready to relax within his element. Having the umbrella strapped to his back, he cracked his knuckles. Of course there was no moon out this night either, so the night was pitch black. Yet his nature, he had a type of darkvision. He saw in black and white but it was extended to 35 meters. Furthermore he was Hyuuga...

[Draven]

Crushing Fist of Spite
Rank: "S"
Skill: NinJutsu
Effect: User creates a powerful wave of force to crush down on those around.
Special: ---
Drawback: ---
Description: Affects any 1 or more creatures within a 2 meter radius cylinder 10 meters high area. The user is able to perform this technique at a distance of 30 meters plus 15 meters per class level. The Duration of the technique is 5 rounds per Class Level. A wave of darkness appears 10 meters above the ground and begins smashing down with incredible power. All creatures and objects within the area take 25 Armour Points of damage per Class Level. Each round, without sacrificing a movement, the user can direct the fist to another area within range, where it smashes downward again. It continues to attack the same area unless otherwise directed. The wave of force does not need to strike the ground. It can attack airborne targets as well.
Limit: Must be a Shape Transformation Specialist.

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Godric had found a strange form of chakra molding recently. He already was mixing the chakra, the raw form of inner strength. It felt as if it was the core behind most chakra techniques. Except this form was unhindered by handseals. But to say handseals are a hindrance would be wrong, no this form was more like a different style. He still had to create some sort of motion to produce the chakra. An inner breathing technique helped with the simple production of this chakra. From previous learning he found that this chakra was indeed strong.

The chakra could be very strong, except it could not create complex machinations. It was simple energy, and yet somehow it was stronger. There was no added effect to such a chakra except raw power. So Godric found molding this type of force chakra to be delicate. Concentration was needed and an almost meditative like state needed to be achieved. Touching the core of his own body he felt the strings pull upon his will. But it was but the spark of the creation as he wanted to generate a huge amount to see what he could mold from there.

Concentration was not lacking with Godric. He was a strong force within the style of chakra molding. Having already mastered many forms before he knew how to get started and get a result. But this was something different, upon his knowledge of chakra lore he knew that all this was collecting from various sources. Also being a Hyuuga he had some knowledge of the chakra system. Knowing where to pull such power from was a great help for pulling the chakra he wished to use. Yet even then it was an undertaking. He had to sit down and put his legs in a cross fashion. Again this was a typical style of meditation that helped to promote clear mindedness.

Continuing his venture Godric took a few deep breaths. Doing this helped get the juices flowing as it were. He could feel his veins opening up, and could feel his chakra system relaxing so that flow may be achieved with a bit more fluidity. The feeling was something one had to fight against. It was like hot coals running down from the base of the neck all the way down to the base of the spine. It was almost like nirvana and yet he had to ignore this and not give into the pleasure. But this was for all things when involving chakra production.

Already he was generating a mass amount, or at least the building blocks and foundation for something grand. A blob of chakra was all that Godric had achieved, yet even in it's unformed form, it was still something to marvel at. It was the beginnings of a mass construction within his core. Condensed yet stable. Stability of course was the key to creating such a mass amount. Adding to the mass and then reeling it back in with mental control, then adding more in and reeling back. The blob of chakra would pulse every time this cycle was achieved.

[Draven]

Crushing Fist of Spite
Rank: "S"
Skill: NinJutsu
Effect: User creates a powerful wave of force to crush down on those around.
Special: ---
Drawback: ---
Description: Affects any 1 or more creatures within a 2 meter radius cylinder 10 meters high area. The user is able to perform this technique at a distance of 30 meters plus 15 meters per class level. The Duration of the technique is 5 rounds per Class Level. A wave of darkness appears 10 meters above the ground and begins smashing down with incredible power. All creatures and objects within the area take 25 Armour Points of damage per Class Level. Each round, without sacrificing a movement, the user can direct the fist to another area within range, where it smashes downward again. It continues to attack the same area unless otherwise directed. The wave of force does not need to strike the ground. It can attack airborne targets as well.
Limit: Must be a Shape Transformation Specialist.

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The wind blows upon the land, as the dark sky lay a blanket upon it. The sound of leaves rustling gently upon this breeze as Godric sit in a calm manner. Yet it was a calm before a storm as great power was being summoned within his body. The chill of the night was nothing to scoff at as a few snowflakes flutter to the ground. It seemed some of the snow had evaporated from this portion of the forest floor but that cannot be said for the bows. The previous fall had left it's mark upon the land of as the dead leaves skitter across the freeze dried ground.

Normally these kinds of elements would be a hindrance to any would be master of the chakra arts, but for Godric... Activating a soulcaster technique known as Controlled Soul, the bite of winter now would not affect him. He continued his meditation upon the force of chakra welling up within him. It's thrumming still pulsing with life. He was granting upon it the focus of his mind and ever more chakra. There was yet no plan for use with this chakra, just a simple generation of it's might.

This was going to be a long endeavor, but Godric was up for the challenge. The serenity of nature helped him focus upon the task at hand. The calming sensation of the world around him added to the function of the pulsing chakra within his body. He placed his hands together as his forearms lay upon his lap. He could feel the chakra pulsing toward the liquid center of his core. An aura of the chakra radiating from his body as he felt the ability start to kick into a larger formation. Increasing the size already ten fold. Yet still it takes time to create a foundation and he closed his eyes.

Yet Godric would not leave his awareness unbound. He activated the Byakugan with the All Seeing Eye. This extended his awareness of all things around him to that of 40 meters. Just a safety precaution as he let his visual sensations close. This only helped the calmness within his mind while the concentration needed continued to take it's own course. That of course was the collection of his chakra within his body. Whatever he was going to do it was going to be on a large scale and with much power. Yet still should he need extra, having a surplus already created could add to the possible trial and error phase of developing a knew technique.

Thus with complete calmness Godric continued to produce the chakra. The trees overhead had their own form of talking. He could listen to such things as the globs of snow bounce from one bow to another. But rather than breaking his concentration it added to it as the reminder that it was simply nature, and not some gruesome monster looming overhead. This was more relaxing than frightening as he felt more chakra continue its path to collect upon itself. The strange thing about this chakra was that it collected so easily, even in this mass form. Movement for collecting was kept to nil, but the concentration needed was the same.

[Draven]

Crushing Fist of Spite
Rank: "S"
Skill: NinJutsu
Effect: User creates a powerful wave of force to crush down on those around.
Special: ---
Drawback: ---
Description: Affects any 1 or more creatures within a 2 meter radius cylinder 10 meters high area. The user is able to perform this technique at a distance of 30 meters plus 15 meters per class level. The Duration of the technique is 5 rounds per Class Level. A wave of darkness appears 10 meters above the ground and begins smashing down with incredible power. All creatures and objects within the area take 25 Armour Points of damage per Class Level. Each round, without sacrificing a movement, the user can direct the fist to another area within range, where it smashes downward again. It continues to attack the same area unless otherwise directed. The wave of force does not need to strike the ground. It can attack airborne targets as well.
Limit: Must be a Shape Transformation Specialist.


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The winds blow, the cold bites, the bows break, yet Godric keeps the course. The chakra coming to a peak as a building storm. Yet to quell such a notion Godric had to keep his concentration and create the chakra slowly. But a mass amount of chakra was created just in terms of production, like building a basement, a large slab to stick some mammoth statue may rest upon it. The task almost complete, with surplus to boot. Should he fail the next steps he should be able to continue without having to run over this process once again. It was foresight after learning and developing many, many other techniques of it's likes.

Thus the process of forming the chakra into a shape. This was a task much like what an artist goes through. The intention of the creation was everything else the art become meaningless. Thus Godric pondered on this fact as he kept the chakra within a stable state. He had plenty of defensive jutsus from this force chakra, and a thought of a more offensive jutsu was most likely the course. But aside form that the general shape need not concern the end result too much. So to keep in fairness with his own creative juices Godric had a goal to mold this mass amount of chakra into a simple sphere.

Easy to think or even say to create such a thing, but challenging to put into practice. There was a lot of small things one had to take into consideration when making a sphere. The perfect form of a sphere was one of the more difficult shapes to accomplish because of the balance one has to take. So to knit things together, Godric started a process of kneading the chakra much like a potter would knead clay. It was a way to make sure cracks do not develop, or to make sure the consistency was the same throughout the creation.

This of course took much concentration. As much concentration as one would use when generating the chakra itself. It was a one to one, the more chakra you would need the more concentration you need to gather it. And in this process the more chakra you have the more concentration you need to mold it. Taking that into consideration Godric kept his calm as he started to flatten the blob of chakra out and then fold it upon itself. But this first step was delicate, he had to do this slowly and deliberately. Should the blob start to shift in any certain direction he would need to fold that shift back into the mold.

This would continue over and over again. The balance he had to strike while doing this process was the draw that needed the concentration. Godric was feeling a bead of sweat that shortly froze on his forehead. Though the cold no longer bothered him, he did feel the sting. Even with a slight distraction he continued the process. It was absolutely vital that the consistence be correct else the end result crumble upon it's own weight. Kneading the chakra with his will alone, using it as any tool one would use in their craft. But then again that was the course of the chakra wielder.

[Nira]

Chakra Lore
Rank: "D"
Skill: Skill
Effect: A skill for basic Chakra Jutsu understanding allowing the user to identify and read all Chakra matters.
Special: ---
Drawback: ---
Description: A person versed in Chakra Lore knows the basic principles behind Chakra. They are tuned in to secrets about the world around them that most others do not and know how to read Chakra Scrolls or Writings. They may not be able to perform Jutsus, but they can read Chakra Writings and generally tell what it is all about. Some practical applications of Chakra Lore follow: Identifying Jutsus, Identifying Chakra Items, and Deciphering Scrolls. Look in Jutsu Lore Skills thread found in the Skills and Traits Index for more information. Each time learned user gets 5 die roll to increase the skill.
Limit: ---

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<Post 1>

Night was upon the village, and so many had been urged to the realm of dreams. Tarah remained awake to do her job as the deputy police chief. Night was the best veil of the worst of people, like herself. It was her job to eliminate any shadows that rose where they shouldn't.

So far, the streets had been clear. Tarah didn't spot anything she could attend to, and so was drawn to the trees. Something was attracting her from beyond the towering lumber. There was energy in the air that had been stirred. The forest was unnaturally saturated by chakra tonight. That alone was worth investigating. If there were people out testing dangerous chakra techniques, the police might have to be there.

At this point, Tarah was still far from where the origin of the chakra was. She only managed to pick out faint trails of the energy by reading it through her soul. She let the lingering aura feed into her mind, and then slowly deciphered it. Chakra was usually difficult to understand anyway. Feeling it out from the forest wouldn't tell Tarah what arts were being practiced.

Still, these night's wisps of chakra felt strange. It was unfamiliar, a configuration of power that Tarah completely failed to grasp. She held her hand out and let it touch the mystical flow that surrounded her. Though she could see well enough at night with her darkvision, there was a point in the night where Tarah couldn't see past. That isolation of shadows helped her concentrate on the oddity in the air. What was happening to the forest was similar to her partially real shadow techniques, but having more solidity.

Deeply curious, Tarah ventured on. She allowed small pieces of the extraordinary chakra to graze her skin. At contact, she began to read through them, to compare them with all the other forms of chakra that she was so familiar with. The other personalities within her mind woke up when the curiosity prickled their ears.

Shadows, it was very much like that. Even upon her back, she had the tattoo that had been drawn in place by darkness. It carried a bit of its own shape that was ready to emerge. It was certainly the closest feeling to what the untamed waves of chakra were giving off. Liquid was the best way to define the sensations. Grasping it was a shock. It did not cling like dust or resist like stone, but unlike air, it could be felt. The energy gave off a sense of numbness in the place of water's dampness. It could do far more harm than gentle shadows.

Perhaps it was the water release. Tarah didn't have that element, but that would solve the unfamiliarity. It felt like chilly water to touch, so it wasn't too far of a guess. Despite the reasonability of that answer, Tarah had to be sure. She still continued following her senses of the chakra nearby.

With ever step she took, Tarah became less sure of her guess. The energy in the surroundings was thick and tense. Elements usually were half chakra, and half natural. They borrowed from the physical world to perform their effects. The mass of chakra that was getting in Tarah's way was purer. It had some better resemblance to her raw chakra techniques, such as her sword of pure chakra.

[Nira]

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<Post 2>

The archives of chakra opened in Tarah's head. She found herself flooded with her vast ocean of memories. Everything her past lives had taught her about chakra became to reform and play before her eyes. Some new memories joined the torrent, but was lost in the maelstrom of information. Chakra was a prevalent force in this world, and people found countless ways to manipulate the energy through the years.

The most basic foundation was the largest memory. It was what Tarah always came back to when she studied the arts of chakra. Chakra wasn't a single type of energy that was evenly distributed. It was a tad bit complex. A lot of factors are involved in its creation, but it was essentially a mixture. Salt water was a good way to think of it. Two incompatible substances came together in the world. When they were perfectly bound to each other, they became a usable energy known as chakra.

To maintain the mixture, the human body had evolved a curious mechanism. There was a system of spirals within the body that mixed the chakra as it flowed. Veins of a sort were there to transfer the spiraling energy to every wayward cell. That was the chakra circulatory system, in a simple sense. There was more to it, such as the points of chakra that were of the highest concentration in the body. Those were more of a Hyuuga's expertise.

Another curious thing about chakra was its ability to exist so well away from its producers. Chakra could be etched someplace, and still last for a good fraction of eternity. It sustained itself with little effort. After the opposite halves of existence were mixed into chakra, they remained equally mixed even when placed on a surface where they were not allowed to freely flow.

Enchantments, actual ones instead of mental tricks, were born of such practices. True magic could be apart from chakra, but the concept was the same. The materials are plastered onto a host. Depending on how they were plastered, an effect could be achieved. The method of carving energy onto a surface also ensured how long the energy could remain.

There was the question of how exactly it all functioned. Though handseals had been standardized as the optimal form of manipulation for shinobi, that was more a matter of politics than anything else. Elsie was the one who liked to guess, though she claimed it was fact and not an opinion. She thought the chakra was simply a part of the physical realm that was mixed to something that a person could control.

The mixture of chakra was said to be physical energy mixed with spiritual energy. The exact mix varied, with some saying that the mixture was equal, and others saying that spiritual energy had more prominence. Regardless, both mixes worked with Elsie's theory. She said that physical energy was more of less outside of human control. Within the body, it gave it motion, but could not be released into the surroundings. Spiritual energy was more intangible and free.

By mixing the easily controlled spiritual energy to the physical energy, Elsie claimed that a person gained the power to treat the physical world as if it were another part of the body. Just as usual physical energy was involved in the movement of muscles, manipulating the world should have been the effect of physical energy in the external world.

[Nira]

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<Post 3>

Tanni's ideal was a bit more fun to play with. She associated chakra to music, like she associated music to everything else. She showed Tarah a way of visualizing music in a shaky line. As sound grew intense, the rate and height of a wave in the line exaggerated. Any sound can be compiled to display on that line, and it was all crushed together into an oddly shaped leaf.

Chakra, by Tanni's reasoning, was a convergence of different lines. It was all the same force, but expressed differently in tune. Music was a mixture as well, and could involve emotions from the heart and soul just by being listened to. Tanni stated that the whole of reality was the ear to listen to the song of chakra.

Handseals might have been notes, or perhaps a way to play the string to produce the right sound. As the combination of noise came together into a song, the world's response became the resulting technique that was unleashed. All ninjutsu could be its own bit of music. In fact, every faucet of magic that had ever been discovered could link to being a song played for reality to listen to.

Music ran on a pattern of numbers. The universe itself was defined in numbers, so Tanni saw the relation to be perfect. She practically ignored any counterarguments to that perspective. Music was a product of the universe. To be created by a force composed of numbers was likely to result in the product being made of numbers, as well.

It was certainly a bit romantic. Tanni's explanation gave the universe a heart and soul to react to the ballad of chakra. It was the most joyous of reasoning for the foundation of chakra itself. Hearing the strange flow of chakra in the forest was a case of encountering a new genre. A person that learns a form of music that is vastly apart from their usual preference is sure to be shocked.

Tarah was still uncomfortable being saturated in the new configuration of chakra. She might as well be introduced to some new tunes to listen to. The problem was that it was taking a while to get used to. Generally, as a pattern is picked up from a song, a new listener will immediately understand that they are in the presence of music. Relaxing into the sounds should have been a simple process.

There was no concrete rhythm to the chakra that had filled this portion of the forest. It bounced from tree to tree like a rough echo that finally entered upon Tarah. There was no way to get a hold on understanding this chakra. Every time a tether of knowledge was hinted it, it was immediately pulled away as an unexpected pulse rippled through the field of power.

Then again, perhaps it was the discomfort of being unfinished. If there was a person practicing with chakra inside the forest, the disparity from the lingering chakra could be due to the incomplete nature of whatever was being prepared. Listening to a person practice a new instrument for the first time gave off the same type of chilling cringe.

[Nira]

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<Post 4>

The memory of Elsie's explanation floated into focus again. One flaw was presented to the theory as it was compared to other forms of casting. Soul, for example, truly was a continuous force that made up the person. Though it could be said to be a mixture that was dyed by the natural of its holder, souls weren't ever mixed with the physical energy that chakra contains. If the physical energy was what moved the world, the soul should have needed to be mixed with spiritual force before being utilized.

The lingering chakra was stronger, now. It was nearly overwhelming, and Tarah had the urge to push her vision away from chakra, so that she could just walk through the forest without a persistent headache. Curiosity still held. She was drawing in every bit of detail from the new and unusual form of chakra, and steadily adding its sensations to the archives and memory and emotion.

As the patterns of the unknown chakra force were being recorded in the mindscape's archives, there seemed to be a better clarity among it. They were split apart into portions, yet they seemed to fit together like a puzzle. It certainly was an incomplete technique. Parts of the technique that were highly similar to one another were surely meant to be identical. A few bits of information being out of place was probably the origin of the discontent.

Pure chakra really did seem the closest out of all the other abilities held by the Phoros. Chakra release chakra tended to burn out quick from its use as its own fuel source. Lightning embodied piercing, but the energy was flowing rough and free. Glamour was meant to latch on, and so it should have had some kind of sticky property in its energy form. None of the powers so far matched with the new discovers.

The chakra of the bard techniques then sprang to mind. They had some closely to them, actually. Although casting as a bard required actual music to be played, the music could be translated into an internal process of the human body. Soulcaster's casting method, waving the arms around, strolled even closer to the realized technique that was flooding the expanse of trees.

Pure chakra in a solidified form became the current shape of the forming technique. The air seemed chunky now that this trait was identified in the chakra. It was being summoned internally, so it carried with it the strong thoughts that preceded Still Jutsus. It certainly was on an entirely different spectrum from the popular elements.

Clan techniques usually acted odd in terms of the world's chakra. They could be made to do strange and ridiculous things.

Perhaps chakra was all one big joke being played on everyone. Aryia might be attracted ti the idea of it being the assistance of a motherly overseer. Perhaps chakra's spiritual side was the hand of the ancestors that remained to guide all the living of the world. To the eternal realm of death, mortals were certainly children.

Tarah practically jogged alongside the lingering chakras, now. She was too trapped in her thoughts to pay much mind to the distance she was covering. As understanding of the new form of chakra use was beginning to connect together in her mind, she didn't even notice how close she had gotten to the origin.

There was someone ahead, not too far off. Someone who could certainly detect Tarah by now.

[Draven]

4th post this tech:

Crushing Fist of Spite
Rank: "S"
Skill: NinJutsu
Effect: User creates a powerful wave of force to crush down on those around.
Special: ---
Drawback: ---
Description: Affects any 1 or more creatures within a 2 meter radius cylinder 10 meters high area. The user is able to perform this technique at a distance of 30 meters plus 15 meters per class level. The Duration of the technique is 5 rounds per Class Level. A wave of darkness appears 10 meters above the ground and begins smashing down with incredible power. All creatures and objects within the area take 25 Armour Points of damage per Class Level. Each round, without sacrificing a movement, the user can direct the fist to another area within range, where it smashes downward again. It continues to attack the same area unless otherwise directed. The wave of force does not need to strike the ground. It can attack airborne targets as well.
Limit: Must be a Shape Transformation Specialist.

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Someone was approaching. Godric could sense it with his all seeing eye. Not even focusing upon it with his vision a sort of Hyuugan focus took place. Simply wondering if it was a threat. Nothing outwardly shown a threat, but the strength was something to worry about. This slightly broke his concentration. The kneading of the chakra wavered, and the form flickered. A short sign of destabilization. It could be dangerous, the void of chakra suddenly snapping could create chaotic results. This was something that he knew.

Thus in battle one had to know how to keep their concentration under control. The option to willingly take damage to preform a technique was something Godric had to account for. And what better than to exercise that right now. Even if he was focused upon this person he had to continue with his current action. A decision was made that he would not react unless this person were to directly react to him. He was a guest within the walls of Kanoha anyway, he should have nothing to fear. Though in reality he didn't have much to fear anyway, weather this was a misplace sense of ego, or simply that he was the one to be feared instead.

In any event Godric was already noticing something about the chakra. It was already starting to condense down. The form itself becoming more solid. It was harder to work with because of such fact, and it was as if the base was becoming clay. He was still able to mold it freely, yet it was harder to manipulate at a higher degree. Folding the chakra once again, letting the chakra knit itself together even more, strength applied as a seasoning of force chakra was applied to ensure some elasticity. But the time was coming, a general shape was going to come. He had to choose, and once again the sphere popped into his mind.

It was a shape that held utility. It was a shape he could use to test, it was a shape that was difficult to create. All things that Godric wished to achieve. The sense of challenge and over achieving was only sought after because should an event need such a technique, then he could produce it at a level of stability without fear of it failing. Thus the blob started to combine upon itself. With the force of will, the tool of the chakra user, Godric psuhed the bulges in on itself. It started to squeeze together and before some of the chakra become unruly and elongate, he stopped the motion.

Thus Godric continued this and found any irregularity that he could detect from the form. Smoothing out it's surface and letting the shape take form. The act of Shaping the chakra itself was creating even more density within the chakra. It was drawing into itself, it was solidifying more and more. He continued this until he was finding it difficult to work with, until he found that keeping the form stable was too much for his current goal. So he had no other option at this point but to test and see what he could do with it, and then develope it into another tool for use. Thus the first thud, into a tree, the form itself striking...

[Aimi Kaguya]

Draven: +40
Nira: +40 +93 SP

[Nira]

Wall of Force
Rank: "B"
Skill: NinJutsu
Effect: User creates an impervious wall of Force.
Special: ---
Drawback: ---
Description: The user is able to perform this technique at a distance of 7 meters plus 6 meters per class level. The Duration of the technique is 5 rounds per Class Level. User creates a wall with an area of 15 meters Square per Class Level. A Wall of Force Jutsu creates an invisible Wall of Force. The wall cannot move, it is immune to damage of all kinds, and it is unaffected by most Jutsus, including Dispel Chakra. Breath weapons and Jutsus cannot pass through the wall in either direction, although Teleporting, and similar effects can bypass the barrier. It blocks ethereal creatures as well as material ones (though ethereal creatures can usually get around the wall by floating under or over it through material floors and ceilings). Gaze attacks can operate through a Wall of Force. The user can form the wall into a flat, vertical plane whose area is up to one 15 meter squared area per Class Level. The wall must be continuous and unbroken when formed. If its surface is broken by any object or creature, the Jutsu fails.
Limit: Must be a Shape Transformation Specialist.

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At last, Tarah had found the source of her curiosity. Now that she could physically see the origin of the energy she felt, she felt more acclimated to the chakra's sensations. The user of the chakra really was practicing, and so Tarah's head cleared as the doubts ate away. She had been observing a session of chakra development. Incompletion was a feeling that had been ingrained in the chakra itself.

Seeing the chakra as a learning process, Tarah began to assimilate the feeling. Tarah didn't get a good look at the stranger yet, but she could at least tell that he was humanoid. If he could learn to develop solid chakra in this way, then Tarah had a feeling she could do the same.

This type of chakra seemed more like a conversion than anything else. The chakra had been modified to take on otherworldly properties. Tarah had never seen it done before. There was something unsettling about seeing chakra turned into an alternative form. The energy she was so used to swimming in was being defiled, yet it was so darn interesting.

Something about this energy conversion made the chakra more expansive. It was taking up a much bigger space, and yet still hard a hardness that was comparative to the chakra sword. It might even have strength beyond the sword, but Tarah needed to watch a demonstration to get a concrete idea of it. For the moment, Tarah continued to bathe in the aura of chakra that was being unleashed from the unknown forest wanderer.

The biomass in Tarah's body shifted as she made way for the energy. She was starting to understand some of its properties. It reminded her of the difference between her flesh and the black protean mass she could summon at will. They all originated from the same body, and were built of the same cells, but the black biomass had unmatched versatility. Chakra had this other form that functioned on different rules, no longer being limited to the mixed energy in the body.

Tarah absentmindedly began to try and produce this variation of the standard mystical fuel source. Chakra began to leak out of her body, giving off an aura of white wisps lifting off from her flesh. She felt the unease again, but this time it was like a rush of adrenaline. This form of chakra seemed to fit to her so well. It meshed with her protean biomass, and drew inspiration from the shield that could be formed from the black cells waiting in Tarah's body.

This was a chakra bound by steadiness. It almost felt perfect for a being as lawful as Tarah. She found an order from inside that could branch out to so many familiar techniques. This white chakra could be fashioned into weapons and armor, if Tarah decided to, but right now it was still drawn in by the hidden shield of the protean. Defensive fortifications were lusted after by the white.

In fact, on some level, the energy that Tarah was producing seemed the opposite of what the stranger was developing. Tarah's white wisps were circling each other, desiring to combine into a unified perfection. An immovable object.

Just then, the stranger had unleashed a mass of chakra that he had gathered, and that mass seemed aimed at a tree.

Almost instinctively, as Tarah felt the incoming flood of chakra filling the air, she sent her own white aura free. The wisps gathered in front of the tree, then bound themselves together into a mighty wall. As they fit into one another, becoming complete, they seemed to fade from existence. The wall they formed could not be disturbed by the light, and so it became invisible.

"Hey! Watch it!" Tarah yelled out, "Trees take effort to grow! Don't just go around hitting them!"

[Draven]

Crushing Fist of Spite
Rank: "S"
Skill: NinJutsu
Effect: User creates a powerful wave of force to crush down on those around.
Special: ---
Drawback: ---
Description: Affects any 1 or more creatures within a 2 meter radius cylinder 10 meters high area. The user is able to perform this technique at a distance of 30 meters plus 15 meters per class level. The Duration of the technique is 5 rounds per Class Level. A wave of darkness appears 10 meters above the ground and begins smashing down with incredible power. All creatures and objects within the area take 25 Armour Points of damage per Class Level. Each round, without sacrificing a movement, the user can direct the fist to another area within range, where it smashes downward again. It continues to attack the same area unless otherwise directed. The wave of force does not need to strike the ground. It can attack airborne targets as well.
Limit: Must be a Shape Transformation Specialist.

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The force welling within the sphere was impressive, but the tree still stood. It wasn't hard to discover why this was. A flash of chakra had materialized in front of the tree before the balled up chakra struck. Opening his eye's they darted to Terah, the whites of the Hyuuga bloodline shown plainly. Godric would respond, "Why does a little girl wander around at night saving trees? With an undisciplined technique no less."

More distractions, yet it was a blessing. Keeping focus during a given situation was something that needed to be learned. But the form of the large chakra ball gave it's protest as Godric had lost a bit of the focus. Giving a deep breath to reallocate such focus and the form stands fast upon it's own realization. But it wasn't such a failed test, Godric did notice even though this persons technique was less than perfect, it did have substance. He also noticed his own undisciplined technique had an effect upon such a physical form.

Continuing his process Godric raised the mass of chakra up into the air and slammed it into the ground. The result was rather interesting. A large thud and an indent in the ground. A display of destruction and power. That was to be expected. What was not expected was that it looked as of the chakra remained and with little drain upon the inner workings of the chakra itself. This could be useful indeed. The nature of the chakra seems to always surprise Godric with every permutation of it's uses. But the damage looked rather minor in comparison to the amount of chakra that had been used.

Having to shape the sphere of force chakra was needed. Godric had to step back in his process and knead the clay once again. But it was a process he wasn't unfamiliar with. Already forcing the mass down upon the earth so that it flattens to a degree. But this time the process was much slower. His eye's now darted to the form as he placed his full focus upon the form. His will impressing upon the form so that he may achieve this first goal. The flattening was just so that it looked as if there were a depression upon the center top of the chakra ball.

Another force of will and another depression. Continuing this until the mass was flattened much like one would flatten dough for baking bread. Some of the fibers connective strands of power may be broken, but most stretched. But that was the key to this method. To stretch such strands and to fold them upon themselves. It knits it together, makes it stronger, makes it condense within itself in a more natural form of chakra molding. Thus the forld, taking one side and collapsing it upon the other. With yet more depressions upon the topside of the mass to once again knit it together and stretch yet more strands.

The process continued and Godric now had to choose a more tailored form. Seeing the use upon the ground a hammer came to mind. Very useful for bludgeoning damage, yet the fulcrum of a handed mite not be needed. As a simple mass it already had some wonderful properties. One he noted from the previous test was the resilience and efficiency of the chakra. He had a feeling this came from a sphere like shape. So keeping that in mind, a hammer may loos too much chakra upon power transfer to the target he wished to well pulverize. And then it hit him, the natural shape of a fist was closely related to a sphere. And thus the mass of the chakra started to form a more lumpy version of a sphere. Building blocks he thought.

But there was this interloper to his focus yet, this intruder upon his mind, this young one, "Where are your parents at an hour like this?" Godric asked. It wasn't that younger members of society were an annoyance to him, it was simply that he wished not to burden himself with some sort of misplaced responsibility when an elder finds a child at night. Although if this were some other city, with all but no knowledge of the ninja world, then he would have called this one lunch.

[Nira]

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"Excuse me?" Tarah's hand went up to her hip as she huffed. "Little- I'm copying from you! You're the one whose chakra is flooding the forest like a dam broke."

Godric had begun to continue his practice, despite entering into the conversation. Tarah didn't bother to stop him, this time, since he wasn't striking on grown or constructed property. Tarah watched as his technique struck the ground with full force. She continued to analyze the chakra in the surroundings and in the technique to try and familiarize herself with the form of modified chakra.

The wall that she had constructed earlier began to deteriorate. Tarah watched as her own untamed chakra was set free into the natural world. It had been an improvised action, but it seemed like a viable technique to learn. It had stopped the shadowy force that Godric was currently using to slam into the ground, and Tarah could tell that she didn't wish to be directly struck by such a technique.

Continued practice could be interpreted as a show of force, and Tarah was all too willing to reply with her own. The white energy was still seeping from her skin, and forming miniature barriers around her that broke before they could be completed. It was a subconscious effect as her internal world was trying to make sense of the defensive wall it managed to put up earlier. Tarah's display of strength was in the darkening of her skin. Her biomass shifted to a black as her physical powers were greatly enhanced.

Once again, the chakra reacted to the change of biomass. The darkened skin on Tarah was an enhancement of strength, so the flowing white chakra mimicked an increase of power on touch. The rate and strength of the barriers grew in intensity, and nearly formed a shell around Tarah. Still, they broke, and were chaotic enough to finally catch Tarah's notice.

Tarah wave brushed her hand to the side, directing the white wisps to leave her body and reform elsewhere. The shields were breaking, like bubbles that failed to retain their shape. They needed an anchor to stay anywhere. The air alone was not enough. When the first fortification had been accidentally formed, the chakra gathered and latched onto the ground by the tree.

Uniformity was necessary. Tarah designated a new anchor on the flat ground. Bits of the white wisps pooled there, taking root in the dirt before they combined with one another to become an invisible force. This act of melting into one another was smooth and undisturbed. All the surplus chakra that had leaked out had now found a sturdy home to reside in, free from being chased into the air.

It wasn't a permanent protection. The wall was bound to break down later on. For now, the sense of loose chakra was dimmed as the energy became a division in the dimension itself. This mere wall of wisps halted all the particles that dared to try crossing. It was a threshold that allowed very few things to go by. Light was one of the only factors that were allowed through, since the transparency remained.

Tarah looked over the wall with her senses, and punched it once with her strength enhanced fist to test its limits. Her fist was completely halted, though there was a white ripple through the air as the wall was being stressed before it was perfected.

The stranger raised a question, once again alluding to Tarah's apparent age.

"They're sleeping," Tarah said. "Over at home, same as my siblings. That's where nature expects every one of us to be doing at this hour, yet here we both are."

[Draven]

2nd ungraded post

Crushing Fist of Spite
Rank: "S"
Skill: NinJutsu
Effect: User creates a powerful wave of force to crush down on those around.
Special: ---
Drawback: ---
Description: Affects any 1 or more creatures within a 2 meter radius cylinder 10 meters high area. The user is able to perform this technique at a distance of 30 meters plus 15 meters per class level. The Duration of the technique is 5 rounds per Class Level. A wave of darkness appears 10 meters above the ground and begins smashing down with incredible power. All creatures and objects within the area take 25 Armour Points of damage per Class Level. Each round, without sacrificing a movement, the user can direct the fist to another area within range, where it smashes downward again. It continues to attack the same area unless otherwise directed. The wave of force does not need to strike the ground. It can attack airborne targets as well.
Limit: Must be a Shape Transformation Specialist.

40/100

"Ah..." Said the ancient vampire. "Didn't your parents ever warn you about the Dark Hand of the Hyuuga. The fiend who snatches up rebellious children whom wonder the woods at night?" Godric said. Knowing not what legend his once old name has attached to it. But he was starting to finding something odd about this young one. The chakra system, it signified a shinobi, but those at the age she appeared usually did not posses so much.  At most one her age would have half that kind of strength.

The strike Terah did upon her own creation only increased the curiosity that Godric had. It was actually a sort of insperation for Godric. He would note the gauntlet as well, and the power behind the force. The technique was beautiful and he appreciated the efficiency of the strike. Another thud of his own technique upon the ground and Godric had an idea. Forming a fist much like that of Terah's. Gauntlet and all Godric slammed this formation into the ground. The destruction was noticable as the crater widened. He also noted that the chakra retained it's shape much more solidly than before.

Yes this was an improvement, one that Godric wished to dive deeper into. There was still much to do as the chakra flow from within the form was scattered. A lot of stretched chakra strands that made no sense. They were tied together in a knot. Sure it could keep it's form but should he make a more orderly structure, then the destruction and the energy efficiency would increase ten fold. Letting the chakra within the form flow a bit more freely, the form would deteriorate once again. It was like deconstructing a ball of yarn only to start physically placing the strands as seen fit. The ball in the end will become more tightly knit and with an added strength much like a weaved basket.

The job was tedious but the inspiration from this Young looking lady gave Godric the motivation for completion. "The Nameless one whom towers over average men. The stalker of the night, with skin of alabaster, and fangs to drain his victims of their lifeblood." With a toothy grin, Godric tried to impress upon Terah that she was in the presence of such a person. With his arms forward and pointed toward his own creation, he was conducting it like a maestro conducting his orchestra. The strands of chakra slowly entwining themselves together in a much more thought out pattern.

"But your no ordinary child, are you?" Insinuated Godric as if he knew. Though it was only a suspicion, but this young one was important in some way. Chakra was splitting and twisting together in a stream of blue light. Like the tendons of muscles ripping apart then coming together. If he should find a strand not to his liking, he would deconstruct and reconstruct as needed. This of course happened often as he felt that he could improve the form with every rendition. Like a bundle of rubber bands, or perhaps springs, Godric was contemplating how the bands of chakra could work in this fashion. Much like the the anatomy of muscular structure itself.

Noticing what Terah was creating now he was reminded, "Your Hokage told me when I was developing such a technique," Godric spoke from a sense of experience, "That you should flatten it out and spread it out like putting butter on bread." Yet there was more to that one that Godric felt could help. Something that he had started building with this technique earlier. The mass amount of chakra collected before for formation. It helped in the end to put strength in it first and let it stretch out to become solid. With his current operation one could see how when the form was deconstructed, just how much power was placed within the strands.

The formula for such chakra was to then form it by stretching it into shapes. Even coiling it upon itself for complex shapes such as this fist. Once it was stretched then the chakra condenses upon itself, such as the strands that were being created. "Start with a mass amount of chakra, and let the molding give it solidity as you spread it like butter on bread" he stated as he continued his construction. The fingers and nuckles just starting to show their true form, yet the mess of strands behind the formation still yet chaotic. Like a puzzle wanting to be put in it's place, yet only the edges show what the true picture really was.

[Nira]

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Tarah listened to the vampire's proclamations. He was still practicing his technique, so Tarah continued to read the chakra and sap the knowledge and understanding of its construction. The technique, as massive as it had become, had begun to resemble the formation of Tarah's strengthened arm. The shape was transforming quite easily, without losing any of its power.

Tarah tried to mentally bend the wall at her side, but found that she couldn't. Its shape had already been dead set. Changing it might actually make it weaker. However, the pieces that made it up seemed a bit more cooperative. They were much more random in their shape, but fit together into a seamless wall. A perfectly constructed puzzle. However, as it was, the pieces were far too large.

The white ripple from earlier was the result of loosening bricks. The wisps weren't complex enough to give a proper resistance. They needed to be so well entwined that the nonexistence of a piece could ruin the entire wall. That seemed like a drawback, but it was a risk that led to greatest successes.

Tarah's mind called out to the wisps, asking them to heed to commands once more. She added more of her energy into the mixture, so that more wisps could be generated into the wall. She then had the existing wisps compress themselves into smaller chucks. Their sides and edges grew more plentiful and jagged so that there were more hooks to combine.

The Dark Hand, as he claimed to be, showed off his teeth and emphasized his size. Tarah followed the chakra that he sent to his creation, and attempted to have her own tethers bind the same way.

"Ordinary, no, I wouldn't say so," Tarah answered. "Not rebellious, either. I'm much the opposite."

Tarah leaned forward to expose her back to the dark sky above. Great wings of color, mostly red with a dash of the rest, sprouted from near Tarah's shoulders. White wisps of chakra burst into the air was they were released alongside the wings. Instead of the protean nature, this time the wisps of white chakra copied from the structure of the wings.

"Yours are alabaster, but my skin is onyx." Tarah straighten back up and stretched her wings. "Painted in color by wings to rule the sky."

The complex bones and feathers, neatly and systematically arranged, were what Tarah intended for the wisps. In the way that her wings were constructed for flight, she wanted the wall to be meticulously constructed for defense. It had shown promise as an unmovable object, and so Tarah wanted to ensure that such a result was fully achieved. The new hail of wisps quickly joined their companions within the wall, and soon they faded into the unseen world.

The Dark Hand had given Tarah some advice for the wall that she was building with the altered chakra. It was the same concept that Tarah had used for the development of her twin chakra swords. She thought back to the flattened blades of chakra in her hands, then transferred that understanding to the invisible wall. She took the puzzle she had constructed and pressed it inward. Perhaps it was like clay, or perhaps it was like squeezing the water out of a sponge. The result was a hardened plate standing upon the flat ground.

[Nira]

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"Butter on bread," Tarah muttered. "Okay then, let's see."

With a final push, Tarah stretched the wall in front of her to its limit. It reached up above, narrowly fitting in the opening between branches and leaves. The horizontal distance was nearly as wide as it was tall, though not quite. There was a bit of an aura to it as it formed. Tarah figured that wasn't suppose to be there, so she rearranged the fitting of the wisps one more time, so that it faded once more into invisibility.

From Tarah's arm, there was movement. Her shadowy tattoo had drifted away from her back and onto her arm. The wings were taking up too much space, and so the tattoo itched to be unleashed from the skin.

A countless hail of black spears shot free from Tarah's arm. It was accompanied by a mass of gray flames and sparkling white lightning. The volley of polearms, with elaborate javelins and halberds alongside the spears, clashed against the invisible wall of chakra. The points of the weapons stabbed fiercely at the wall.

At first, there was a little give. In thinking of the wall as butter on bread, Tarah inadvertently made her creation softer than it should have been. Realizing her mistake, Tarah diverted her attention away from the stormy tattoo to reinforce the collection of invisible chakra.

The wisps that had become soft were used as mortar. They fit in the cracks and gaps of the other hardened wisps, making the wall tightly knit. More than ever before, it was a perfect defense. The storm of energy and weapons was repelled as their advance was cut off by the restructuring of the wall.

Still, Tarah pressed her tattoos onward, trying to see if the wall could hold up to all the punishment she could throw at it. If this was truly a form of ultimate defense, then it should run out of energy long before the shower of polearms could punch through. Some of the gray flames and white lightning leaked past, but only before they went beyond the borders of the wall. The wall's size was the greatest limiter, but its surface refused to be breached.

Smaller arrows and bolts, also constructed out of shadow, formed behind Tarah and shot into the wall. They were formed from a weaker technique, but would likely add to the amount of damage pouring onto the wall. The concentration of various forms of shadow added to the darkness of the moonless night. Tarah had to dim her sense of chakra was it was slowly overwhelmed by the sensation of all the energy she was throwing off into the surroundings.

Finally, sick of being both in charge of the onslaught and the protection, Tarah ceased her attacks. The tattoo crawled back onto Tarah's skin. The image of it was quivering, as if it had been tired out by the constant use of itself upon an impenetrable fortress. Tarah stepped away from her wall, knowing that it still had the power to stand. It didn't need her to focus on the tether of chakra connection. It could sustain itself upon the ground well enough.

"Well, I'm satisfied." Tarah smiled, then turned to Godric. "You wana try hitting this thing?"

[Draven]

3rd ungraded post

Crushing Fist of Spite
Rank: "S"
Skill: NinJutsu
Effect: User creates a powerful wave of force to crush down on those around.
Special: ---
Drawback: ---
Description: Affects any 1 or more creatures within a 2 meter radius cylinder 10 meters high area. The user is able to perform this technique at a distance of 30 meters plus 15 meters per class level. The Duration of the technique is 5 rounds per Class Level. A wave of darkness appears 10 meters above the ground and begins smashing down with incredible power. All creatures and objects within the area take 25 Armour Points of damage per Class Level. Each round, without sacrificing a movement, the user can direct the fist to another area within range, where it smashes downward again. It continues to attack the same area unless otherwise directed. The wave of force does not need to strike the ground. It can attack airborne targets as well.
Limit: Must be a Shape Transformation Specialist.

40/100

The construction of Godric's creation was yet unfinished. There was still much of the hand and wrist to complete yet. Twisting his arms around and slowly motioning them as he conducted the strands to twist as his arms do. Multiple strands parted and came together. A bundle would start to form to depict a major muscular construction. Then construction of other such figures, and finally the connection of the whole. The basic form was complete if not a little morbid or rather anatomically correct, if should say one would have no skin upon the hand.

But with the hue of the chakra, there was a sense of beauty to it rather than horrific. Like a doctor's x-ray or the likes, as if the inner workings of such an appendage was in three dimensions. Godric wished to keep it like this as he started a battery of tests. And fortunately for him, this lovely young lady has provided a wonderful target. Thus slamming the large fist into the wall to both check his own progress and Terah's as well. The quiver of chakra against chakra was always so visceral.

Like an explosion of blue sparks, except to an extent that radiated the two forms. The power inside each was astonishing as the wall seemed to hold. Nay a sway in the structure, but the fist on the other hand... It was designed to sway, to quake to quiver under strain. It was the basic function of tying such strands together as he had. It was like adding shock absorption to any vehicle. It would coil upon itself and release it's energy back down to the object. The sound was indeed defensing, but still as if meat hitting stone. Not so much as a thud, but rather a crack of a smack.

What was nice about the exposed structure that Godric had made was that it was exposed. He could see just how an impact could effect the chakra and the structure system. He could identify faults with the construction itself. Waving his arms gracefully around once again in a cool manipulation. Deconstructing some parts and reuniting it once again. A more thought out process as he had noted what needed changes. Thus a process of fixing and testing. Every cycle was one that involved another heavy strike to the wall and another reconstruction phase.

What was impressive about the chakra construction was that it was indeed resilient. The ends would fray from time to time but the retention of power denotes endurance. It was an interesting perspective, and Godric thought that this had a frightening longevity for the amount of power it could unleash. But the thoughts of making it better crept in. For a skin was needed, something to net the form in and keep shape. To give it that rigidity would mean the transference of power increases ten fold. Knowing the power form in Buredono Kenseijin, he knew how to make a strike like this have a better impact as well. "It seems your wall is up to snuff. I am impressed." a rare complement from the Ancient one.

[Solus]

Draaaaaaaven: +30

Nira: +40

[Draven]

Godric paused for a moment...He was receiving a telepathic communication. Turning to the young lady he mentioned before standing, "It appears I am needed at the Hokage's house. I suppose I'll be leaving now. If you wish to follow I wont stop you..." Weather it was an invitation, or a taunt who can say. Either way Godric left with a sense of business needing to be done.

[Not very stealthy exit]

[Nira]

Tarah looked questioningly at the retreating man, but did not follow. She still had the rest of the village to inspect tonight. At another time, perhaps she'd go for a visit.

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