Deep down at heart. {Training}
Mar 4, 2007 22:49:54 GMT -7
Post by Ne♥ne on Mar 4, 2007 22:49:54 GMT -7
Suiganmourou no Jutsu (Drunken Sight Technique)
Type: GenJutsu C Rank
Description: A basic technique that makes the opponent see the world around him in a blur, as if drunk.
Type: GenJutsu C Rank
Description: A basic technique that makes the opponent see the world around him in a blur, as if drunk.
So, you’re here. Now what? It was a stupid question… She honestly hated it though, even though she knew it was partially correct: She traveled to Cloud, and for what? Training of course. Nene stayed in the corner of a small pub in the middle of the village, looking around at all the drunks, waste, and all the rest who are sober. It was funny, really… Watching them all act like idiots… Seriously, who drinks these things? Alcohol? Rum? Just one sniff of the stuff, and it almost made her puke.
Training. Right. Nene reminded herself as she shook her head, now glancing around the room for the most drunken guy, and there she spotted him. An old looking man who looked like that average Joe who stayed on the streets, begging for some Smokes and drinks. How lame… People ruining their lives. Psssht. Why don’t she train… While having a bit of fun? This type of technique was the Suiganmourou no Jutsu, a Genjutsu her brothers would use in small places, casting it on wandering SOBER citizens.
The man suddenly burst off laughing, almost falling clumsily off his seat like an idiot. Such a good prey… So, if this worked on people who were sober quite clearly without any problem… What will happen to people who were already seeing things in a blur? Say this was a bit of an experiment…
She focused herself onto this guy as best she could, copying what her brothers did when in this situation. After a moment, she stopped, realizing nothing happened, seeing as nothing fancy appeared, nothing popped up, the guy barely even moved. Is it even possible for someone to get even more drunk..? Or would that just push them to the limits..? Well, it was only an illusion—He shouldn’t be harmed at all… But his mind might think so.
A glass dropped, and she watched as his body swayed slowly back and forth in a creepy motion, as if he were about to collapse. No one else seemed to notice—No one ever notices drunks who were on the verge of falling. Nene sniffled, and listened closely, through the loud voices, and glass, she heard perfectly on what he mumbled with a groggy voice.
”I Feel…. I feel…. Ughhh….. Everything is getting worst… I think… It’s—“
The man suddenly dropped from his chair, back face down, his hand on his forehead. The people around him came forth, tending to his weird reaction. He was breathing all right, but he looked like he stayed in a daze, a big one in fact… Fat man… He shouldn’t drink… It’s so not good for the average body… Nene wondered… Was that actually her doing? Did she cause that to happen, or was it just his overly addiction toward alcohol? Couldn’t be—For an addict, he should have been more used to the groggy feeling, and not fall like that.
With a smirk on her face, she let out a little giggle at her own trick she had learned.