Lust for Power, Ryo, and Fame (Training/Open)

[takai]

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I'm going to be learning the Jutsu in the next post

From the mirror of the puddle on the ground, a figure covered in bandages kneeled towards the floor, grabbing a small amount of change that carelessly dropped out of an strangers pocket. The rain poured down onto the red hair dangling and blocking half of his view. No one had noticed because the day was almost to an end. The sky was dark, and the moon's light glistened, shining a small amount of light. Takai dashed away from the crime, looking around to see if the shinobi was aware he had lost a small amount of change.

The lust for money, power, and fame in his conscious was urging him to steal any item or money which would increase his chances of getting to see his father again. "Patience is the key. Father, I will one day see you again," whispered Takai as his head was tilted towards the sky. In the window of an apartment above Takai, women awoke from her sleep, lifting herself from off the bed. Before exiting the room, she glanced at the time and widened her eyes in amazement. Her son was tardy to the curfew gave to him. It was around 10 o'clock. With each moment Takai disobeyed her rules, she became nervous for him that he would end up in the same prison his father was confined to.

Takai disregarded that the fact he knew his mom would panic for him. The boy was more interested in roaming the streets, and collecting money. The mom covered her nose, avoiding the smell of trash; Takai's chore which wasn't completed. "Takai is never going to learn," said the mom, walking towards the window. She couldn't cease his behavior because she was becoming sick, and in an unpleasant condition. Takai strolled away from his house with a cigarette in his hand. The boy didn't want his mother to figure out that he was an active smoker. At his age, other shinobi were more focused on obtaining missions, and adding themselves to the shinobi roster. But, every since, the black cloaked shinobi made him surrender, Takai has become mustering up a plan to retrieve his only male figure.

It wasn't easy for the mom to predict where he was heading. Strolling towards a park bench, Takai placed the cigarette into his pockets and sat on an bench. I need to get stronger to defeat and obtain this information from this man.. Awaiting for his mom to leave out of the window that she peeked her head out of, his thoughts ran as fast as a cheetah through the wild jungles. The boy's plans for tonight was altered. Instead of him lounging on this park bench, and smoking a cigarette, he became gradually more interested in learning a new Jutsu. Raising from the park bench, Takai had become inspired by his last battle against the dark cloaked shinobi. Becoming stronger was the only option to gaining power, fame, and more money.

A small paper glided through the wind, blocking Takai's view as he walked down the streets of the urban part of the town. Glancing at an apartment's door, an evil thought raced through his head. This apartment was the owner of a food marketer, who made an large amount of ryo from selling his products. Takai knew that the man was very wealthy, and had thought that the man probably stowed away his money in his house. Approaching the door, he grasped his hand onto the doorknob, turning the door, and attempting to unlock it. It wouldn't open. Everyone in the apartment was sleep, and for a long period of time, he had been plotting on this man. The boy groaned and mumbled under his breath as he dashed away from the door, heading towards the forests to train in a Jutsu which he had been concerned about.
          

[takai]

Doton: Rikujou Douyou no Jutsu (Earth: Ground Shaking Technique)
Rank: "D" Rank
Skill: NinJutsu
Effect: The user slams their hands against the ground as the user creates a miniature like earthquake in order to try and unbalance the enemy or opponents all around for a more of a deadly like attack.
Special: "Hand Seals"
Drawback: The user's hands must stay upon the ground at all time. When the user is capable of reaching "A" Class the knowledge of placing their hands onto the very ground becomes obsolete, and the user is capable of performing the technique without having their hands along the ground.
Description: As the user slams their hands against the ground, the user is capable of creating a miniature like earthquake along the ground. The ground rumbles lightly as the very earth moves in all directions in a ten-meter radius. Every time the user gains ranking in difficulty class the distance of the technique increases by ten meters.
Limit: Needs the Earth Release.

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Several birds soared through the sky over the deserted forest. Only one shinobi stood in the middle of the area, where the trees were at a minimum. Takai was ready to learn a D-Rank technique which could cause the ground to tremble beneath him. He understood that every shinobi that became a powerful leader had an beginning. But, his patience was running low, and the only way to excite his boredom was to train. The reason Takai was practicing, and learning the jutsu at this time of night was because he was more comfortable with an environment filled with a small amount of shinobi. On his back, a scythe was attached by an strap that was over his neck. Inside of his cloak, several kunai, marbles, and darts were sheathed. The boy quickly hurled three kunai towards the ground. The kunai penetrated into the grass, driving itself into the dirt. Each of the weapons was five meters away from Takai. Enough distance for him to achieve a goal in tonight's training.

Smirking at the weapons, he weaved through several hand seals. Takai slammed his hand onto the surface, inserting his concentrated chakra into the ground. Within a meter away from him, he could feel the ground vibrating for an quick second. But, the chakra concentration wasn't vigorous enough to complete the task at hand. The vibrating ceased. The boy connected his hands together, cracking his bones. The first attempt was a warm up. Takai changed the expression on his face, becoming more serious. He performed several more hand seals as he smiled once more. Chakra gathered in his palms, surrounding his hands. As the chakra flowed through his hands, he pounded his fist into the ground. The vibration increased to two meters. But, the boy couldn't control the shaking this time. He collapsed onto the ground, releasing his hand from the surface.

His stamina and chakra capacity wasn't the greatest. With each chance he performed the technique, he became more exhausted. His chakra was gradually being drained from him. As the time passed, Takai's mom was becoming more frustrated, and nervous. But, when his mom would always tell him about it, he would ignore her. "Must become stronger," Looking towards the sky, he wondered if his mom had forgotten about him skipping his curfew. The boy crossed his fingers, hoping his mother did. Arising from the ground, Takai wiped the dust from off his pants. Several dirt stains were now decorated on his black pants. The foulness didn't bother him. If sacrificing his pants cleanness was one of the obstacles to becoming stronger, he would without a doubt.

Takai didn't quit. Even with the several failures, he was determined to learn this jutsu and knock off the three kunai burrowed into the ground. The boy performed another set of hand seals, weaving through them with ease. Chakra covered his hands once again, consuming the medium amount of stamina he had. Takai screamed out as he struck the ground with force. A small earthquake trembled in an area of 10 meters. One of the kunai dropped towards the ground as Takai's eyes widened. Inserting more chakra into the ground, another kunai dropped. Before the third one could tumble towards the ground, the boy blacked out and fell asleep in the forest. Takai wasn't good with chakra control, and saving his chakra to keep him from becoming comatose yet. If any shinobi wouldn't awake him from his sleep, he would possibly remain there until the morning.

[Tetsu]

Eh, +10

Keep in mind that I'm looking for your character training not your inventory list and the setting. Try to keep that to a minimum and focus on the training itself to save you time and effort when training. So avoid what you did in the first paragraph from now on okay love? <3

All I'm all though it was a good read, keep up the good work my friend.

[takai]

Deido Hashira no Jutsu (Mud Pillar)
Rank: D
Skill: Ninjutsu
Effect: A pillar of mud fires out of a muddy area aimed from below a target. It reaches a max of 10 meters.
Special: Dog, Rat
Drawback: It needs mud in the area to be used.
Description: The user fires a burst of mud out of a muddy area. This technique is not very damaging and was designed to impair or stall a target so the user can close in on them. It can be used in tandem with the Deido Sakana no Jutsu.
Limit: Earth Release

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The rain poured throughout the night, dripping, and feeding the forest's grass. The night ended peacefully. As Takai eyes slowly opened, he tossed and turned his body into a different sleeping position. Even though, the day had changed. His determination ceased to stop. The mud beneath him had motivated him to train in another Jutsu which required the ground to be filled with it. This technique consisted of a pillar made of mud to arise from the ground, and attempt to impair or stall the target. This could be useful for Takai because he was planning to construct his fighting style to be perfected in long range.

Soaking in mud, the boy rotated his body once more, lifting his upper body into a push-up stance. Takai performed several quick push-ups before elevating his body from off the ground. His muscles which caused his chakra to be controlled were weak from the previous training; Today, Takai wasn't lucky. But, he knew hard work came with rewards. Concentrating his chakra, the boy manifested a small amount of his chakra, performing several hand seals. A bubble of mud formed in the middle of it, slowly enlarging in size. Pop His chakra faded away from the mud, and the bubble bursted, splashing onto his dirty black shirt. The boy repeatedly exhaled a large amount of oxygen. Takai was nervous. He didn't want for his chakra to run low before he could even master the jutsu. So, his chakra was limited.

The objective to fulfil learning this jutsu required several steps. First, the boy must make a chakra connection with the mud pillar, manipulate his chakra into the pillar form, and send it flying into an hard tree. This task wasn't difficult. But, in Takai's condition, he visioned it as hard. Attempting the previous actions, Takai's chakra connected onto the mud, becoming imbued with it. The mud boiled from the amount of chakra Takai exerted onto the puddle. Several tiny shaped pillars arose from the puddle, wobbling for a quick second. Before Takai could attempt to enlarge them with his chakra control, the pillars collapsed, joining back with the rest of the mud. The boy dropped to his knees as a small amount of blood leaked from his nose. His exhaustion continued to attack his chance of learning another jutsu.

A visual of his father was portrayed throughout his head. But, this didn't cause the boy to reminisce over the picture. It gave him inspiration. Takai smirked, raising his body from the previous position. Forming several hand seals, his chakra coated the mud puddle. He couldn't disappoint the black hooded man. Takai manipulated his chakra, creating several pillars which were several inches in height. But, they weren't the correct size. Inserting for focus, the boy quickly performed several more hand seals before the pillar's chakra control placed on it had any chance to deplete. The pillars enlarged in height and width, rising into the air. Takai was amazed and wasn't very knowledgeful on the cause of the pillars airborne effect. Pointing towards the tree, the mud pillars was hurled towards the bark. Once the pillar reached the tree, It splattered, covering the area in mud. "I did it!" Takai shouted, celebrating his achievement. The boy exited the forest, knowing he would have an a lot to hear from his mom when he returned home.

[Tetsu]

GOod deal +10

[takai]

Arriving at the apartment, Takai inserted his key into the door, accessing the building. Before entering the house, he grabbed the mail from inside the box, glancing at the names, and address of the paper. Most of the mail were bills which needed to be paid or Takai's mom would be kicked out of the house. "Mom!" shouted the boy as he traveled up the steps. This situation was odd. Usually, when he would call her, she would answer. Reaching the halfway point of the steps, loud sounds of screaming sound waves bounced around the apartment. Eavesdropping on the conversation, Takai recognized the voice. It was his mother. The boy quickly rushed up the steps, grasping on the kunai sheathed inside of his clothing.

The screams gave him goosebumps and sent a chill up his spine from imagining who it could most likely be. Opening the door, he noticed his mother was on the floor while a black hooded man thrust the tip of the blade towards her. Quickly reacting, he hurled a kunai towards the enemy, attempting to direct the black hooded man's attention towards him. The black hooded man maneuvered the kunai by simply stepping towards the left of him, successfully avoiding the weapon. "What do you want from me? You already defeated me at the academy graduation, and I've been loyal to your directions?" said Takai as he gritted his teeth, growling with anger. The black hooded man laughed at the boy. "I'm here to teach you another lesson. Your time will not come if you are chained by the thoughts of your guardians," replied the man.

The black hooded man adjusted the blade, positioning it closer towards the women's neck with each step the boy attempted to clear the distance on the man. The tip of blade pierced her throat, forming a miniature hole in the middle. Tears dripped from her eye's as she watched her blood slowly be drained from her. "Stop it!" shouted Takai, ceasing from walking any further towards the man. A smile was planted on the man's face, becoming amused by the death of Takai's mother. After, acknowledging that his mother was deceased, he wanted revenge on the man. The boy grabbed the scythe that was attached to his back and rushed towards him. Jumping over the ornaments, and antiques which were broke, his eye's analyzed his opponent. The boy attempted to strike the man with the sharp end of the scythe. But, it was too late.

A cloud of smoke formed inside of the house, trailing through the windows, and holes in the door. "Damn it," whispered Takai. The black hooded man was gone from the area. But, he left a note attached to the body of his mother. On the paper, he written the title named: "Pain." The summary of the paragraph consisted of him speaking about that without pain, and struggle, there is no power. This black hooded man's intentions were to secretly corrupt Takai, and create a monster out of a little boy which would release his best friend from the prison; Takai's father. Seven minutes later, Takai could be spotted, sitting on the ground with a kunai pointed towards his temple. Suicidal thoughts ran through his conscious. As the shinobi world change before him, medics rushed in and out of the house, cleaning the blood, and placing the women on a stretcher.