To unlock one's hidden potential

[Keva]

Training:



Kumo Nenkin (Spider Sticky Gold)
Rank: C
Skill: Ninjutsu
Effect: Makes weapons harder than steel.
Special: ---
Drawback: Takes 1 turn to form 1 weapon.
Description: Like Kidōmaru's other attacks the webbing attacks that is released from his mouth, the webbing used in this attack is golden-like and is as hard as steel. Due to the chakra put into the attack, they can cut through material just like other weapons. For each time the Kumomusha Clan member trains this jutsu, they increase the size of the weapon they can make.

First Training: Fit in palm of hand, kunai/shuriken/senbon sized.
Second Training: No Larger than a katana
Third Training: Spear sized (bow sized)


Limit: Must be of the Kumomusha Clan.



TP Needed: 0/30

How long had it been? Just how long had it been since that of Azerial found himself hidden deep within the compounds of the Kumomusha clan's library? Seven? Eight years? He could not of guessed... yet once more that of the oddity of the boy had returned to the depths of his clan's compounds. To that library in which his childhood had been centered... To the scrolls which contained techniques which had once escaped the scope of knowledge of the young child. To techniques which he now planned on conquering... more specifically one which value he could truly notice. Kumo Nenkin, the art of the Kumomusha's clan expert ability to forge weapons. Oh truly the possibilities of this art lead him to grin... that was what had lead to Azerial sitting upon the floor.. that scroll which described this technique to the finest point having been unrolled to his right. Leaving before him a empty space as he sat upon that stone floor, the smallest of shadows left within the room due to the multitude of installed lights within the ceiling... yet there was a question to all of this. Just how long would it take Azerial this time to master this ability?

Slowly he was to bring his hand to that of his mouth, forming a small circle within that of his fingers. Perhaps a straw's circumference left in space between that of his hand and fingers... just enough space for what he desired. Slowly his lips was to purse and brought against the opening of his hand which faced him.. and slowly he was to breath as he was to direct chakra from that of his circulatory system into the spinnet glands within his house... slowly those orbs within his mouth was to open and from them would slowly come those thin strings of golden spider's silk, all of which directed through that of the small tube.

With a rather quick speed those glands was to open, and little hairlike strings flying from the other side of his cupped hand, only to float lazily to that of the ground... and yet more chakra was to be directed into those glands within his mouth, while slowly that opposite end of the hand was to be closed within that of his hand. Leaving merely a small cavity for that of the golden string to go into. Yet it was with the addition of chakra within those glands those golden strings was to have more life force to spread about within it's string like form. Allowing it to make that of the string harder all over... and yet more chakra was to be directed into that of those glands as he was to finish blowing into that of his hand.. leaving a small bundle of golden sick within his hand. Yet for only a second was he to pause, allowing himself a deep breath through that of his nose, and the blowing was continued from that of his mouth... that ball ever being hit by the incoming strings, only to meld with it... slowly the ball was growing, and it's chakra coming. Allowing even more energy for it to divide among it.. hardening it still.

Still it was not hard enough... it felt like rubber within his hand yet it was far better than a goop like ball. Yet slowly that second exhale was to trickle away... leaving that of Azerial to sigh softly as he was to bring before him his hand and open it. Clinging to that of his flesh a mere lumpy ball... he was far from mastering this skill and yet this had given him something to go off of. Slowly that ball was to be pried away, having become hard upon the side which had been hit by the constant addition of string while that which had hit the flesh still soft. He needed to learn how to keep a steady and never changing flow of chakra within those glands which was adequate for the degree of hardness wanted.[/color]

[†Lσcк†]

4 tp

[Keva]

Training:



Kumo Nenkin (Spider Sticky Gold)
Rank: C
Skill: Ninjutsu
Effect: Makes weapons harder than steel.
Special: ---
Drawback: Takes 1 turn to form 1 weapon.
Description: Like Kidōmaru's other attacks the webbing attacks that is released from his mouth, the webbing used in this attack is golden-like and is as hard as steel. Due to the chakra put into the attack, they can cut through material just like other weapons. For each time the Kumomusha Clan member trains this jutsu, they increase the size of the weapon they can make.

First Training: Fit in palm of hand, kunai/shuriken/senbon sized.
Second Training: No Larger than a katana
Third Training: Spear sized (bow sized)


Limit: Must be of the Kumomusha Clan.



TP Needed: 4/30

Ugh... how much work had he put into that little ball of goop of only half hardened webbing which he had threw away? Just how long would he end up being here to Master this? With a sigh he was to resign himself to that of his work as he was to sit there once more. He needed a way to practice.. he would need to start small and slowly build his way up. And it was with that thought he could not help but grin as a idea came to him. Slowly he was to bring up that of his forefinger and stretch it out before him away from the rest of his hand. Did... he really want to do this? What if he couldn't get it off in the end? With a sigh he was to let his fears drift away... he would be able to get it off... wouldn't he? Slowly he was to part that of those slightly full lips only to allow that of his ring finger to slowly slide within the depths of his warm moist mouth... and into the mouth in which his spinets existed. Why should he start with producing the hardened silk outside of his body when he could bring it closer to the source? With a thought of concentration slowly the chakra within his body was to be rerouted, allowing the life giving aura to be directed towards that of his mouth's spinet glands. Spinet glands which could only tingle as slowly that of the golden silk was to pour out of them once more... at first a thin stream of limp like threads which was carried by that of his exhaling breath yet with time the flow of silk was to increase in volume, strands of hair sized yet sturdy threads of silk was soon to replace it and fly towards the finger which penetrated his lips...

Slowly the covering he desired was made, at first perhaps a centimeter worth of that hardened silk surrounded his finger's tip.. yet slowly it was to spread in it's area and thicken where it had already hit. From merely his finger's tip past his fingernail... a centimeter into two. Eventually even until up to the knuckle and the webbing went to a thick three centimeters at points... a thimble of sorts having been created. And with it's creation slowly that finger would be removed from his mouth... leaving Azerial to slowly rotate his jaw as it had cramped within perhaps the two minutes he had used within his 'thimble's' creation. However it was with return to his jaw those baby blues was to slowly drop to that of his finger.. and it was then he grinned. While the majority of the webbing had retained a white coloring, perhaps forty or so percent had taken on a golden hue. He was improving within this yet still a question existed. How long until he could will this golden webbing's creation at will?[/i]

[👺 Usiel]

5 Tp 9/30

[Keva]

Training:



Kumo Nenkin (Spider Sticky Gold)
Rank: C
Skill: Ninjutsu
Effect: Makes weapons harder than steel.
Special: ---
Drawback: Takes 1 turn to form 1 weapon.
Description: Like Kidōmaru's other attacks the webbing attacks that is released from his mouth, the webbing used in this attack is golden-like and is as hard as steel. Due to the chakra put into the attack, they can cut through material just like other weapons. For each time the Kumomusha Clan member trains this jutsu, they increase the size of the weapon they can make.

First Training: Fit in palm of hand, kunai/shuriken/senbon sized.
Second Training: No Larger than a katana
Third Training: Spear sized (bow sized)


Limit: Must be of the Kumomusha Clan.



TP Needed: 9/30

With that of a grin slowly he was to dip his other hand towards that encased finger and tear away that of the white silk, leaving merely those splotches of yellow silk to remain. Now would come the actually hard part. Slowly the pores which secreted the oil which kept spiders from becoming entangled within their own webbing was to open upon that of his finger allowing him with quite a bit of tugging to free his finger... yet it was with it's freedom he could not help but grin. He had finally developed a idea...

Within a section of a few minutes Azerial had found himself ready for the next step within his training. Quickly moving throughout the compound's depths he was to set his sights upon the once highly maintained gym of the Kumomusha clan... yet it had been with the clan's decline it had fallen just as their clan had. Once varying bars and loops may of been scattered across one section of the room for acrobatics while in a other section a small pool with several logs with a circumference of twenty inches protruding from it's depths, allowing people to practice their balance. Once a blue path had surrounded the room, a path which had been designed for people to run across as fast as you could. Yet it was not as easy as you may of thought, after all had not hurdles once existed upon it's path and varying other obstacles? Yet he was not after those pieces of equipment.. what he was after was one of those training dummies. A mere featureless wooden man who lacked joints, the only reason as of why Azerial had not used them when first practicing the arts of the puppeteer. Yet he was to find one alright... yet it was not exactly as he had remembered.

The head had fallen off of the wooden puppet, while there was several hollow places now within it's chest cavity and legs. A fact which quickly pointed something out.. termites. With a sigh he was to pick up that of the puppet, carrying it horizontally within a cradle of arms... right towards that of the pool. While Azerial may of not been a professional bug exterminator he did have a idea of how to clear it of the termites... yet dunking it within the pool would drown them right? With a slight heave he was to throw it within that of the stagnant water which was to explode with it's sudden disruption. A fact which caused the shocked Azerial to cry out in surprise as he was to leap backwards, not fast enough however to spare his bare foot from a horrible doom. Blah.. the foul smelling water had covered his left foot which he kicked within the air energetically as if though doing that would remove it of the stench and dampness. Something which it far from did... yet the job had been done. Slowly Azerial was to walk his way towards that of the pool, attempting to evade the puddles of water as he approached. There sat that of the puppet, softly bouncing within the water. With a surely disgusted face he was to fetch out the puppet... only to carry it by it's hand, by no means thinking to cradle it drenched within that foul water towards that library... in the process making a trail of that foul water as he went. Yet it was eventually into the library he was settled once more and he was to set that puppet upright, a small piece of wood which extended from it's back keeping it upright as he set it down. Yet the puppet was still damaged... it needed repairs. Repairs which would be done in quite a odd fashion.

With the puppet sat upright, and his nose quite tightly pinched he was to lean himself in, bringing his face towards that shattered stump which had once been a neck. Slowly he was to inhale only for him to purse those lips as once more chakra was to be directed into the spinet glands within his mouth, and then he would exhale... allowing the silk producing glands within his mouth to release their bounty. As usual it started off as a stream of white tender silks which could of easily been broken... a fact which caused a bout of anger within the young boy as he was to direct even more chakra into that of those glands only to continue exhaling.. and it was slowly that colorless silk took on it the color of yellow.. a yellow which started off as pale as a soft morning light only to intensify with time... and still he was to blow at that of the puppet, rotating his head when need be to sculpt what he desired. A new head... and it was more than once he took a second break to inhale once again with those powerful lungs of his only to exhale once more. With time that of the golden silk was to find itself in the place of the colorless silk before it... a fact which would of made him grin if he was not already occupied with his mouse. Yet it was still he blew as he weaved and ducked, attempting to form a ball of webbing which would act as it's new head... and it was with time he was to create it. A ball of pure golden silk now was in place where once nothing had sat. That of the 'failed' silk having been knocked away by his hands during it's creation.. a creation which was to bring with it a slight wave of fatigue. Perhaps he had pushed his boundaries for this technique so far...

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A hour's time had been since the creation of the head... a hour's time in which the once tired Azerial had taken himself a little nap. Yet it was with this nap's passing he could not help but growl in annoyance... he still could not produce this to a degree that it was useful in combat. He needed it mastered to the point anything he may need within combat was at his disposal. Slowly he was to raise himself however as he looked upon that figurine before him with a scowl... this was truly a bastard of a technique to master. With slightly wobbling steps he approached that of the puppet once more which stood in the middle of the Kumomusha library... slowly he was to grip his nose once more as he was to allow himself to drop to his knees and take in once more a deep breath through his lips... only to direct chakra in drastic proportions to his mouse only to breath... this was surely a bad idea as he was to learn within future days. After all, that of the silk was to pour out golden as ever... yet a large glob of it was to spill forth from his mouth. A small hole he had meant to fill was surely fixed... yet now that of the webbing spread out across a large proportion of his chest. Yet it was with his sudden mistake in measuring chakra he could not help but gasp for air as he was to find himself falling to his back in surprise... oh God he had to be more careful or he could kill himself with this technique.. after all, did he not wriggle upon the ground now? He needed a median between to weak and to strong.. to master this technique he needed that median.. yet for now he needed a nap.... and the boundaries of to weak and to much had been estimated....
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A owl's shriek... that was to what Azerial awoke, just how long had he been asleep? Slowly his eyes was to lazily cross that of the room... candles which had once measured several inches tall had been low into themselves and soon to die out themselves. Perhaps it had been a bad idea to attempt to pour so much chakra into one dosage.... oh yeah it was a bad idea. That was almost instantly known as his eyes crossed over that of the wooden puppet... it's torso, from the mere outside view, seemed more webbing than wood... and it had even spread down to the legs with that large bulb which had passed his lips... the thought of using so much chakra again made his stomach turn in disgust... he was defiantly closing in upon his goal but he still needed work...[/color]

[👺 Usiel]

10 TP 19/30

[Keva]

Training:



Kumo Nenkin (Spider Sticky Gold)
Rank: C
Skill: Ninjutsu
Effect: Makes weapons harder than steel.
Special: ---
Drawback: Takes 1 turn to form 1 weapon.
Description: Like Kidōmaru's other attacks the webbing attacks that is released from his mouth, the webbing used in this attack is golden-like and is as hard as steel. Due to the chakra put into the attack, they can cut through material just like other weapons. For each time the Kumomusha Clan member trains this jutsu, they increase the size of the weapon they can make.

First Training: Fit in palm of hand, kunai/shuriken/senbon sized.
Second Training: No Larger than a katana
Third Training: Spear sized (bow sized)


Limit: Must be of the Kumomusha Clan.



TP Needed: 19/30

With a sigh Azerial was to rise... that of his legs nearly buckling underneath that of his own weight as he was to stand and look upon the effectively trapped puppet which stood perhaps a foot in front of him... that of the golden silk sparkling within the pale light of the candles. He had repaired his puppet.. and yet now he still suffered a problem. Finding the median between to little and to much... slowly he was to bring up that of his arm which had rolled over, revealing it's slightly paler underside to him... and his hand which stretched out erectly from his arm. With time that of his shivering hand was to reach that of his mouth which was busy with inhaling yet another large mouthful worth of air... and he was to quite suddenly cup his hands, his fingers like miniature daggers facing towards himself. Slowly he was to exhale as he directed chakra into that of his spinet glands, allowing the white silk to slowly trickle into his hand... yet it was with it's creation his fingers to dip within and brush it away, his mouth which had altered it's positioning to the right only to return to facing that mouth.. that of the colorless silk had taken of a slightly yellow hue yet it was still not enough. Once more he was to remove his hand of the fragile silking only to continue the flow once more... getting there... once more he was to brush it away... Once more he was to be left breathing softly... a mental note having been checked within his mind. He still needed to improve the chakra output... yet for now... dinner seemed much more appealing.[/color]

[Keva]

Training:



Kumo Nenkin (Spider Sticky Gold)
Rank: C
Skill: Ninjutsu
Effect: Makes weapons harder than steel.
Special: ---
Drawback: Takes 1 turn to form 1 weapon.
Description: Like Kidōmaru's other attacks the webbing attacks that is released from his mouth, the webbing used in this attack is golden-like and is as hard as steel. Due to the chakra put into the attack, they can cut through material just like other weapons. For each time the Kumomusha Clan member trains this jutsu, they increase the size of the weapon they can make.

First Training: Fit in palm of hand, kunai/shuriken/senbon sized.
Second Training: No Larger than a katana
Third Training: Spear sized (bow sized)


Limit: Must be of the Kumomusha Clan.



TP Needed: 19/30

A full day.. a full day had passed. Yet had it been within those last few moments of the night that he had passed the technique? There was truly only one way to tell... go through a full day using the new knowledge of the technique when it was very well possible. Yet there was a question, did he truly have the attention span to do it? With a sigh he was to assign himself to the task... slowly he was to remove himself from the small cushion which served as his bed only to turn himself about.. and go on towards the bathroom.

With time he was to finish his own business, and he was to emerge from the shower with a soft sigh. Now was to come the first task.. to create himself a towel, yet a question still remained... would the towel even work? With a grimace he was to hope so as he stood upon that of the shower's once soft blue tiles.. and yet it was over recent years the blue had faded to a ugly gray. Yet there he went, bringing that of his hands before his face horizontally, pressing their inner sides together to form a larger platform of such. And it was with it's formation those lips was to slowly purse and chakra was to be directed in vast quantity, the boy had already learned what amount would be useless in creating what he desired... as yellow as a Sunflower. Thats how that flow was to start, a flow he could not complain about. Yet he needed more... more chakra was directed into those recently popular spinet glands, attempting to cause that golden webbing he oh so desired to spray free from his mouth.. and it was to come, a fact which he couldn't help but silently chuckle about. In a matter of minutes the a towel was created.. and that was surely a matter of minutes. He still needed practice at creating items of this size quicker, a fact which could not help but make him sigh. This was going to be quite a annoying technique to Master... yet with a towel created he was quick to dry himself off and proceed to brush his teeth... and yet it was now into his room he was to silently trek, his tawny form covered by nothing yet his own creation.

The second task was soon to present itself... pants.. Oh lordy lordy lord.. this was to be quite a annoying task. A task he was quick to dive into though... Upon his hands and knees he was to crouch upon that of the ground, only his most northern set of hands left free from the burden of carrying his weight and merely the silk he was to spew. Once more that little platform was made and brought before his mouth only for him to proceed to quickly inhale then exhale... with it the direction of chakra once more into those glands. Once more that softly golden hued webbing was to spray from his mouth and into those hands, only for his head to momentarily stay only to with a snail like pace go to the left, his head having started on the very right of the platform.. yet his hands stayed still, ever fulfilling their role. Slowly the pant's waistband was created and when his hand's found themselves full they was to wriggle it away, only the creation of further band. Yet soon enough that band was to be made... oh yay. He had merely the beginning of those pants done and so much farther to go. Slowly though his head was to weave ahead of that band and slowly bring it vertically up that of the 'platform' adding length to that of the waistband to what would eventually become the crotch and legs, yet that was to come in passing hours. Oh never would the boy of had a longer period of dressing than this day....

Yet there he went, that head ever weaving and bobbing as he attempted to add length to that of those jeans he was ever busy creating. Oh god how he would cry at the final results.. after all, while the webbing was to be quite silken and the normally steel like webbing to bend to his oil producing pores he was to realize one thing... they was awfully a horrible fit. He could of surely used a ruler within these pant's creation, for it was because of that ever bobbing head those slowly building waist and crotch was to find themselves quite out of line.. yet that didn't really matter. After all, did he not have quite a soft golden texture all the way through? While it may of not been the exact richness of gold he desired he knew this, he was surely improving on his way... a fact which was to become rather apparent for it was as those pant's progressed that texture was to further darken, yet never reaching that hue he desired... that wouldn't be coming for quite some time. And yet it was at that of nine AM he was to find himself with a pair of horrible pants.. quite a 'great' start when your day had started at six. Yet he had done it.. a fact which caused him to fall back on his hands and give a content sigh. Yet he still had quite a troublesome day ahead of him.[/color]

[Hibiki™]

+4
+8
Total: +12 TP

[Keva]

Training - 2:



Kumo Nenkin (Spider Sticky Gold)
Rank: C
Skill: Ninjutsu
Effect: Makes weapons harder than steel.
Special: ---
Drawback: Takes 1 turn to form 1 weapon.
Description: Like Kidōmaru's other attacks the webbing attacks that is released from his mouth, the webbing used in this attack is golden-like and is as hard as steel. Due to the chakra put into the attack, they can cut through material just like other weapons. For each time the Kumomusha Clan member trains this jutsu, they increase the size of the weapon they can make.

First Training: Fit in palm of hand, kunai/shuriken/senbon sized.
Second Training: No Larger than a katana
Third Training: Spear sized (bow sized)


Limit: Must be of the Kumomusha Clan.



TP Needed: 0/30

With a sigh he was to condemn himself to.. not wearing those 'beautiful' pants he had created. In fact he was quite happy to condemn himself throwing them away within the trash can as soon as he got into the kitchen. Yet that was still yet to come... for now he still had to dress, something he was quite happy to settle by merely throwing on a rather plain pair of elastic pants which was a soft blue in color. Now donned with clothing Azerial was free to remove any traces of his horrible creation... hey! You wouldn't want to someday be forced to wear them, now would you? Yet it was with that dirty deed done he was soon faced with a horrible task... he still had to strengthen his ability with this technique. A fact we was far from happy about... yet he could not let that ruin his day could he? Nah. Ruin his energy levels? Certainly! After all, was not the slight nag of fatique already biting at his heels? Oh well.. that could all be forgotten with breakfast, could it not? Into that of the kitchen he was to slowly go, giving a soft little yawn as he did so. Only to look about the empty room.. the soft distinct smell of fried pork still hanging upon the air. Oh truly missing breakfast was not something he was happy about... yet that wasn't truly bad was it? Into the refrigerator he was quick to dive, only to fetch from it two eggs which he was quick to prepare and equally cook to cook up within that of the frying pan. Yet it was during that duration Azerial had found himself quite busy with training still... after all. For scrambling the eggs he required both a bowl and a spoon did he not? Right there was two things he was to get to work upon, their creation being rather speedy compared to his previous attempts. Yet it was still quite a job... for that of the bowl he was to take that of his right palm and stretch it out vertically with a slight inward curve with the base of his palm and inward curve of his fingers, forming a rather 'C' like shape with his hand. And then he was to inhale.. only to exhale as he was to get to work. Over that of his tawny hand that of his warm breath was to softly trickle... with it the flow of that golden string. Oh how he shivered in joy at the sight of that perfectly hued gold.. he had perfected the creation of it and yet he still needed to practice his speed of creation. Yet it was with his soft exhale that of the golden string was to land upon that hand, forming a sturdy covering upon that hand... yet then the oil producing glands within that hand was to start producing that scentless oil which freed his hand from the iron like webbing... only for the soft exhaling breath to follow that hand, tracing up and down it as it moved.. slowly adding onto that bowl. Yet it was like that he was to form a band with several cracks... cracks he was to fix by covering the outside of the bowl with his hand only to dip his head into the bowl and softly breath... the band had been made and without a scratch. A fact which made him softly grin.. yet it still lacked a bottom. Something he quickly solved by placing the band upon his hand and breathing into the empty space below, quickly creating a soft cover out of the webbing he was known for creating. The bowl had been made and perfected... a fact he could not help but grin about. Yet up next was the soon, a likewise simple creation. By merely making a slight tube out of his hand by clenching it and allowing a soft hole he was to breath out into the tube, successfully creating that of the spoon's length... a length which was far to long yet quickly solved by the oil producing fingers pulling the wad of webbing inward then spreading it as if puddy... soon enough a slight spoon like object having been created. And with that bowl and the spoon like object he was to create prepare his eggs only once done to fry them upon the iron skillet. Hey! Who was dumb enough to put silk onto a oven?

Yet... what is needed to actually eat one's breakfast of scrambled eggs? Ketchup! Well.. true.. yet not exactly what I had meant... Salt and paper? No... A plate? Yep! And a spoon! No.. a fork you nitwit. Who eats scrambled eggs with a spoon.. my God boy, are you daft? To such objects he was quick to create. By once more directing the flow of chakra into those spinnet glands within his mouth it was with a grin he decided to try and take this to another level. Slowly he was to inhale only to slowly purse his lips and exhale, all the while bringing his fingers up to catch the solid material which passed from his mouth.. a little tube was slowly pressed from that mouth and then he was to stop exhaling, leaving a blob of the stuff within his mouth resting upon his tongue. Slowly though he was to mold that of the blob which rested upon his tongue giving to it shape, slowly little sections of the missing webbing was made upon that of the blob still within his mouth and then he was to pull it free... his creation being a rather spork like utensil.. hey! He was trying to master the technique, not fork making. However even with the fork's creation he was far from done, still a plate had to be made. And he certainly wasn't going to make it as he did the fork! His mouth would be way to small for a decent sized plate... Therefore it was once more outside of the body it was to be produced. Slowly he was to take his hands once more and he was to fold them out horizontally, only from the knuckles the fingers bent into a vertical degree making a right triangle of sorts. With the 'plate' set he was to once more slowly inhale as he was to direct chakra into those silk producing glands called spinets only to exhale and let his soft warm breath once more skim over his hands, soon covering them with that soft yet dense film. Oh how he was starting to enjoy the ability to create such durable objects at his own will, yet still he knew he needed to be able to create objects of this size oh so much faster. Yet there he went, softly breathing his warm silk bringing breath over his hands, creating that of a soft yet durable film of perhaps a centimeter width, yet quickly that width was to increase.. a centimeter became five centimeter... five became seven. Yet soon those hands was to shift as he was to start the next portion of the plate, letting the process repeat itself until he had before him several chunks of plate. Plate which he was to arrange together along that of the table only to bend low and softly inhale one last time only to start his exhale, chakra quickly directed into those spinet glands that golden material was to softly land upon that table as he was to slowly move his head to and from.. covering that whole plate of dense silk's surface, in the process sealing the cracks of the segments.. the plate had been created and the eggs was close to being ready. With a sigh he was to sit down and look at the clock.. it was already nearing ten. A bit late to eat breakfast.. but today seemed as if though it would be constantly slow.[/i]

[adasuke]

+10

10/30

[Keva]

Training - 2:



Kumo Nenkin (Spider Sticky Gold)
Rank: C
Skill: Ninjutsu
Effect: Makes weapons harder than steel.
Special: ---
Drawback: Takes 1 turn to form 1 weapon.
Description: Like Kidōmaru's other attacks the webbing attacks that is released from his mouth, the webbing used in this attack is golden-like and is as hard as steel. Due to the chakra put into the attack, they can cut through material just like other weapons. For each time the Kumomusha Clan member trains this jutsu, they increase the size of the weapon they can make.

First Training: Fit in palm of hand, kunai/shuriken/senbon sized.
Second Training: No Larger than a katana
Third Training: Spear sized (bow sized)


Limit: Must be of the Kumomusha Clan.



TP Needed: 10/30

Breakfast was over and with it had come the next segment of his training. Oh how he looked forward to this... yeah right. Slowly though he was to dump that of the silken objects into the trashcan underneath the sink only to put the iron skillet within the sink itself. With this done where should he pick up now? With a soft sigh he was to turn and make his way outside. He finally had a idea which should of ended up amusing...

Within a minutes time he was to find himself outside and positioned before that of a tree, a chair having been taken from the kitchen and dropped perhaps five meters away facing the tree. Yet it was now at the tree he could not help but grin, it was time to play 'Kunai'. Slowly he was to inhale as he looked over that of the tree only to exhale, all the way directing his chakra flow into that of those spinet glands. From that of those lips was to softly spray out that of the golden webbing, forming a slight film over that of the tree's bark. Slowly he was to edge backwards all the while exhaling, taking deep inhales when the need came only to once more breath out directing the flow, a film of pure steel webbing was quickly being made over that of the bark. Perhaps a foot in length and width it sat about five feet up the tree's length. The dartboard had been created yet still he needed the perimeters which was to be the difficult part. Once more inhaling he was to softly breath out allowing that of the golden silk spray out from in between those lips, slowly he was to rotate his head within a clockwise flow, forming a little curving bar within that of the film. A circle within a circle you could say. Yet it was now with it's creation he was to softly breath in only to exhale once more, forming yet another circle closer in to that of the middle. A inch's width between each circle, allowing twelve little bars to be made. Oh it was with it finally done he was to return to that of the chair only to give a little sigh as he was to look upon that of the 'game board' before him.

Within that of the kitchen chair he was to sit down, giving a soft sigh as he was to look at that of the game board.. oh yes this was com... almost to quickly the idea hit him. A bean bag chair of pure silk... it would be perfect. With a grin he was to pick up that of the chair and quickly return to the kitchen only with matching speed to return to the spot at which it had rested. Getting upon his knees he was to slowly lean forward, all six of those arms resting upon the ground as he stretched further out, allowing that of the head to dip low. Once more the process of inhaling, directing, and exhaling was performed, yet this time the shaping took quite a odd fashion. Slowly he was to breath forming a rectangular perimeter, five feet in length and three feet in width. Yet it was with the perimeter formed he was to inhale once more only to breath out, filling in the area of that perimeter. A film at least two or three centimeters thick. Yet he was far from done... once more he was to inhale and exhale as he was to attempt to form that of the webbing as it quickly gained height as he focused upon one area. Those few centimeters soon became a inch, and with a few seconds time that was two. More and more silk he was to slowly produce, creating a raising which foot up perhaps ten inches down that of the pillow was to be raised perhaps seven inches high while the rest was to rest a good three inches. His pillow had been created, one he happily crawled onto. That of the slight raising where his head was to softly rest... leaving him a good five meters away from that of his dartboard.

Slowly he was to inhale once only to direct that of chakra into his mouth, exhaling against that of closed lips, a blob of liquid silk soon formed within his mouth. Within his mouth his hand was to slowly dip, grabbing that rather squishy orb of baseball proportions. Slowly he was to rest it upon that of his bare hairless stomach, while his upper left hand was keeping it down that of his left was to slowly lift. Oil producing glands within it starting to seep it's scentless and slick oil he was to pull away that of a small portion of it. Slowly pulling a stick from it, about three inches in length he was to slowly pull a point out of front end of that stick. A stick he was to aim casually only to toss, hitting that of the target board perhaps on the sixth or seventh circle in. Ugh.. horrible shot. Once more that right hand was to take from it another stick which he was to treat the same, sharpening it's end he was to toss it once more at that of the board. A slight thunk was all that resounded as the two dense objects collided... yet this one resided on perhaps the fifth or fourth circle. A improvement... oh well he had plenty of time. Once more he was to make that of a pointed stick, the last he would personally be getting out of that blob yet... it would still work. With that final stick he was to throw it... yay it was far off. With a sigh he was to watch it as it soared past that of the tree... oh lets hope he was learning this at a much better rate than he was improving at his darts... [/color]

[adasuke]

+10

20/30

[Keva]

Training - 2:



Kumo Nenkin (Spider Sticky Gold)
Rank: C
Skill: Ninjutsu
Effect: Makes weapons harder than steel.
Special: ---
Drawback: Takes 1 turn to form 1 weapon.
Description: Like Kidōmaru's other attacks the webbing attacks that is released from his mouth, the webbing used in this attack is golden-like and is as hard as steel. Due to the chakra put into the attack, they can cut through material just like other weapons. For each time the Kumomusha Clan member trains this jutsu, they increase the size of the weapon they can make.

First Training: Fit in palm of hand, kunai/shuriken/senbon sized.
Second Training: No Larger than a katana
Third Training: Spear sized (bow sized)


Limit: Must be of the Kumomusha Clan.



TP Needed: 20/30

With a sigh Azerial was to launch from that of his pillow, oh truly this was boring... he needed something more entertaining. Or else he would never have the concentration to finish this. With a slight sigh he was to look upon that pillow which rested beside him. So much for that idea. Turning upon his heel he was to slowly face that of the town, he would find something there. Wouldn't he? Oh he certainly hoped so. Yet first he needed some shoes, something he felt he could... with a sigh he was to plop onto that of the soft yet dense webbing, oh how it loved to cling ever so snugly to his form. He could of let himself fall asleep within his little cocoon of webbing... yet now was certainly not the time. With a slight mental thought that of oil producing glands was to produce their colorless and scentless bounty which was to quickly free him. However still laying upon that pillow slowly that right foot was to bend itself inward, bringing itself near Azerial's chest. Oh quickly hands was to fly to it, holding it in place while that of his head was to slowly close in... with a slight inhale through pursed lips he was to exhale, all the while chakra directed into the spinet glands within his mouth was to let that golden thread slowly fly onto that of his foot. Quickly a thin film was to be produced upon that of his right foot and it was with it's placement he was to allow it freedom from his six hands. Yet with a sigh the contortionist was to bring up his left foot and give it a similar treatment. However with both feet properly filmed he could not help but grin as he was to leap from that of his pillow and onto the ground before him. A wet slurp was all that resounded... and all to quickly Azerial was to figure out his fault. Ugh... these shoes would prove themselves quick sticky. With a sigh once more those oil produced glands was to start up, this time those located in his feet and hands. With a bit of tugging those makeshift shoes was to come off, leaving the quite angry Azerial to give a flustered sigh. Oh truly this was a annoyance. Slowly he was to turn to that of the compound with plans of finding those shoes...

Over perhaps a course of twenty minutes they was to be found however and slipped upon those feet, and it was only then he was left to leave the compound with a slight sigh. Oh truly this was becoming a annoyance... he couldn't wait till he could claim having mastered this technique so as to never have to do this again. Yet there was a even worse annoyance upon this moment... that of the sun above him. Oh how he wished for the glorious night to come already and wash away the light from this land, leaving it within the cool embrace of the darkness. Dark skin or not that sun above him was far to much... it was a lazy day in which you merely wanted to hunker down and take a nap due to the heat. Oh with a sigh he was to sway from that of the path to the village and stand underneath that tree with the dartboard for a moment... looking softly at it he was to sigh. He just couldn't find one thing to help train this technique which kept his interest now could he? Perhaps, just perhaps he'd find something in the village yet it was far to hot. Oh how he wished he had a umbrella for some sha... and then it donned on him, a fact which made him grin like the Cheshire cat himself.

Duh, he could simply make himself a parasol. With a grin he was to bring those hands together, his palms facing himself. The inner sides of each hand brought against each other with his fingers closed he was to slowly inhale through his nose while chakra was directed into those spinet glands once more. More... more chakra. More and more was quickly being brought into those spinet glands so as to let him finish this job faster than usual. Yet faster, faster still he needed to be. And then he was to exhale. All to quickly that of the golden webbing was to expel from his mouth, within a matter of seconds making at least a inch worth of material upon each of his hands and still going. Quickly activating the oil producing glands within his hands he was to free them of the previous segment of the parasol and was to slowly rotate his hands in a circle, letting that of the parasol's edge slowly expand and expand. A full circle was soon made, a diameter of a good ten inches. Yet he only had the bridge of it... he still needed the handle. Slowly he was to bring his face closer to that already hardened webbing, focusing on what he thought the middle he was to exhale once more and slowly pull back. As fast as his breath could guide that golden silk that handle was building, a inch. Two inches. Three inches. Five... six.. seven.. eight.. nine.. ten.. eleven.. twelve.. thirteen. Thirteen inches of pure golden silk soon protruded from the inside of that silken cap, forming a rather mushroom like shape.

With a grin he was to take a hold of that silken parasol, twirling that of the handle within his hand he was to suddenly toss it up, perhaps a foot at tops, only for that uppermost hand on the right to shoot up and catch it near it's base. Slowly setting it against his shoulder he couldn't help but grin, oh this was truly a odd fashion statement. Sandals, baby blue stretch shorts, and a golden silk parasol to top it off. Oh truly he was going to be this month's model of the month on all the hit magazines! Yeah right. However it was with a sigh he was to look upon the city before him... ugh... this was truly going to be a boring walk. And yet it was one he was to take up with a solemn sigh... oh what was there to do? He could run there.. but it was to hot. He could make a toy of some sorts... mhmm.. that sounded entertaining. Yet what to make... what to make? Ugh.. a doll? Way to hard to make one which functioned good with his webbing... a kunai? Nah. What could you do but throw it or cut yourself.. a senbon? Stabbity yourself.. still not interesting. With his mind ever racing that of Azerial was quick to fall victim to it however, the curse of all who do not pay attention. The horribly placed... loose gravel. With a quite loud squeal Azerial was to find his footing slipping.... and it was for a split second time seemed to slow down. He could bring his hands before him to protect his fa... shit.. time kicked back into it's normal procession and there it went, him landing face first within the gravel.. ugh. With a stressed sigh he was to stand and brush himself off as he was to look upon his parasol which had been knocked a bit off... only to look at the gravel below him. All to quickly it came to him however as he was to look at the parasol once more... he could make a cane. With intent to prevent such another embarrassing slip once more chakra was rerouted into those spinet glands within his mouth while lips pursed and he inhaled... when those lungs reached their limits only for him to exhale as the chakra was to release itself... with it the coming of those golden silk strings. Directed by his pursed lips and hands which had formed a circular cavern by bringing thumb and forefinger together he was to slowly craft his cane... quickly it was to build until he had a good four or five foot cane within his hand. Perhaps it was with this he could prevent yet another slip... yet for now he was to sigh as he looked upon his dirtied body only to redirect his attention to that parasol, which he promptly went to retrieve.[/color]

[adasuke]

+8

[Keva]

Training - 2:



Kumo Nenkin (Spider Sticky Gold)
Rank: C
Skill: Ninjutsu
Effect: Makes weapons harder than steel.
Special: ---
Drawback: Takes 1 turn to form 1 weapon.
Description: Like Kidōmaru's other attacks the webbing attacks that is released from his mouth, the webbing used in this attack is golden-like and is as hard as steel. Due to the chakra put into the attack, they can cut through material just like other weapons. For each time the Kumomusha Clan member trains this jutsu, they increase the size of the weapon they can make.

First Training: Fit in palm of hand, kunai/shuriken/senbon sized.
Second Training: No Larger than a katana
Third Training: Spear sized (bow sized)


Limit: Must be of the Kumomusha Clan.



TP Needed: 28/30

With a slight sigh he was to stand, parasol having been retrieved by one the hand which had once held it once more. Snuggled into the crook of his arm he was to stand, while that of his makeshift cane was left within the opposite. However... it was the cane which brought a grimace to that face within a matter of seconds of his progression. It seemed all to soon he had realized exactly what he had actually forgotten to add onto the cane. The handle. Holding it as it was that of the cane was left to protrude a good degree ahead of him, more or less shuffling the loose soil than providing friction to prevent another slip. He needed to be able to bring it closer while maintaining a better grip.. and the handle was exactly what he needed. With that of a slight inhale, and merely a second needed to redirect the chakra flow within his body once more into his mouth as had become common in these last two days, he was to slowly purse his lips once more as he was to bring that of the cane horizontally before him. Slowly he was to shop the top of the cane to him only to slowly angle it so he looked upon it's bottom edge. With a gentle kiss to that edge he was to exhale, allowing the silk to form a base for the soon to be added handle. Yet it was with the base's creation, a mere nub which extended perhaps half a inch out from the top of the cane he was to inhale once again. Slowly he was to exhale, directing his breath at that nub, allowing it's width to slowly expand. That half inch nub soon became a inch, and that soon two, and eventually that into five. A handle had been added onto that of the cane, and it was now with a content sigh he could place it beside him as he walked. Providing that friction he needed he was to once more start off his trek, hoping that he was to find inspiration within the city to Master this technique...[/color]

[adasuke]

+2

Learned! Congrats

[Keva]

Training - 3:



Kumo Nenkin (Spider Sticky Gold)
Rank: C
Skill: Ninjutsu
Effect: Makes weapons harder than steel.
Special: ---
Drawback: Takes 1 turn to form 1 weapon.
Description: Like Kidōmaru's other attacks the webbing attacks that is released from his mouth, the webbing used in this attack is golden-like and is as hard as steel. Due to the chakra put into the attack, they can cut through material just like other weapons. For each time the Kumomusha Clan member trains this jutsu, they increase the size of the weapon they can make.

First Training: Fit in palm of hand, kunai/shuriken/senbon sized.
Second Training: No Larger than a katana
Third Training: Spear sized (bow sized)


Limit: Must be of the Kumomusha Clan.



TP Needed: 0/30

With cane and parasol in hand slowly Azerial was to make the trek into Iwagakure no Sato with a slight smile, oh how he hoped to find things to do within the village. Oh but what was he actually going to do?.. Ugh... dropping by a friend's house didn't exactly appeal to his sense of training upon the moment. Nor did dropping by the academy... the teachers there didn't exactly take well to him after the incident a year or so back. Eating? To full... Almost instantly Azerial was to stop and give a audible sigh, oh yes. Quite pleasant.. he had already started the trek to Iwagakure no Sato and yet now he had no desire for the actual visit. Just perfect. With yet another sigh he was to turn upon his heel and make his way off towards that family compound once more... perhaps, just perhaps he'd finally find the inspiration he needed. Oh it was envy he mentally reread the words that of the scroll had listed... describing how the most advanced users of this technique could create as massive a object as a longbow within only a few seconds. Just why could he not get down that speed? Had he not created objects of much larger size already? So why couldn't he just speed it up? With a nip to his lip he was to slowly pass through the gates to the compound and slowly look about him.. where could he start this off? With a sigh he was to casually drop that of both his cane and parasol only to approach that pillow, slowly he was to lay back on it, letting his head rest upon the soft little raised plane. Why couldn't he finish this technique? Why? With a growl to himself he was to quickly redirect the chakra flow throughout his body once more into that of his mouth where spinet glands was to open while slowly he was to inhale from that of his nose. Slowly those lungs was to expand until they felt upon the point of bursting, only for quickly his hand to shoot up and form a circle about pursed lips by bringing together his thumb and forefinger. And then he exhaled, all the while more and more chakra being directed into those glands. Quickly that pole like object was to shoot from opposite side of his tube forming hands, a good thickness of at least a inch while quickly that width was growing. More and more chakra was being poured into those spinet glands, while more and more silk was being formed. Faster than he could expel it, was this what he was meant to do? Ugh.. he needed something to help direct it... his tongue! Slowly it was to lift so it rested upon the bottom of that lower lip, directing that golden silk outward at a faster pace. He was doing it, already that pole neared a good six feet in width. He had figured it out! Yet no, he still needed to figure out how to do this just right. He had formed the image within his head.. a long spear with a rather triangle type head. One which expanded past the width of the actual pole.

Slowly that tongue was to direct that of the pole, while those lips was to expand. Opening the full moist cavern which was his mouth while that tongue was quick to give shape to that of the head while that exhale was decreasing in it's pressure.. those lungs had reached near depleting themselves, leaving him wishing for air. And yet he couldn't! He was so close. Quickly that tongue darted across that of the head, bidding that of the silk to cave in and expand where he willed it, forming that of the head to the spear... and eventually it reached to much. He was near choking. With a final burst of air he was to free the spear head from his mouth which was left to clatter down upon that bare chest, that steel like tip leaving a thin line of red down his stomach during it's fall... yet he had done it... he had created the spear. With a slight smile upon his face he was to direct his gaze upon it only to grin... how long had it taken him? Twenty seconds? A max of thirty? He had discovered the way to do it... using his tongue instead of his hands to craft it while expanding and decreasing the size of his mouth while needed... oh he couldn't wait to jump upon the next step.. and yet there he was, gasping for breath. Yet first... he would surely need a second.[/color]

[adasuke]

+7

7/30

[Keva]

Training - 3:



Kumo Nenkin (Spider Sticky Gold)
Rank: C
Skill: Ninjutsu
Effect: Makes weapons harder than steel.
Special: ---
Drawback: Takes 1 turn to form 1 weapon.
Description: Like Kidōmaru's other attacks the webbing attacks that is released from his mouth, the webbing used in this attack is golden-like and is as hard as steel. Due to the chakra put into the attack, they can cut through material just like other weapons. For each time the Kumomusha Clan member trains this jutsu, they increase the size of the weapon they can make.

First Training: Fit in palm of hand, kunai/shuriken/senbon sized.
Second Training: No Larger than a katana
Third Training: Spear sized (bow sized)


Limit: Must be of the Kumomusha Clan.



TP Needed: 7/30

As time passed slowly the breaths of Azerial would come easier and easier as he laid upon that pillow he had produced... those baby blue eyes softly resting upon that speed which had clattered down into his lap. Oh how it felt good to of finally gotten a grasp on how to master this technique to the degree he wished... and yet it was with this thing upon his lap he could not help but sigh. For he knew he still had quite same time to shave off before he could of called himself a master of this technique. Slowly it was retrieved from his lap and placed off to the side of the pillow, only for the boy to slowly come back and lay while looking at the damage that rather triangle like tip had created when it dropped. A thin line of red went straight down that tawny chest, a faint amount of blood seeping from the thin line. Oh truly the spear had been his greatest creation yet... it's sharpness had been able to create a cut with barely a touch to his skin. He would most certainly enjoy this technique in later days... However the time had come to prove this technique's actual worth. Quick to rise he was to look down at that of the bleeding scratch... was this to become a scar? Oh how he hoped it would not. Yet for not it was a problem yet patching this wound certainly was. Slowly those nostrils was to flair as he was to inhale letting the air fix those lungs to their maximum only for those lips to purse as those lungs felt like bursting. With a slight thought chakra was once more to rerouted to that of those spinet glands and he was to let it's level build up... and then the time came. He exhaled through those pursed lips and that golden silk was to slowly find itself gathering upon that chest. Fingers which was quick to activate the oil producing glands within them was to take that piling webbing and drag it slowly over that of the wound, forming a bandage of sorts upon his body. Quickly that bandage was created and with matching speed he was to stop and bend over, quickly scooping up that spear he had previously created he was to let it rest within his lowest right hand, the butt of the spear resting within it as that head was to stretch way above his head. Oh already a idea had started to develop itself within that skull, yet now with actual meaning he was to set off towards the village. A grin having stretched itself across that face.[/color]


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(Crappy little post but tired of this training )