Personal Retreat [T]
Mar 4, 2017 12:31:33 GMT -7
Post by Zeriq Haruk on Mar 4, 2017 12:31:33 GMT -7
Indomitable Fortitude
Rank: "C" (Special, See Description)
Skill: Supplementary
Effect: User has gained mastery over their own fortitude power.
Special: ---
Drawback: May learn at a maximum of 6 times.
Description: Each time learned the user gains 1 extra point to their Fortitude. When the user learns this technique the 1st 2 times they train as a regular "C" Rank Jutsu. When the user learns this technique the 2nd 2 times they train it as a "C" Rank Jutsu +10 Training Points. When the user learns this technique the 3rd 2 times they train it as a "C" Rank Jutsu +20 Training Points. This technique stacks with other Fortitude bonuses.
Limit: Universal TaiJutsu Technique.
This area usually brought about a sense of calm and peace to the young Shinobi, Zeriq would look around the area; a soft meadow with some trees around, rocks here and there with some a decent size, and even a lake to bathe and swim in. This was a nice place for Zeri to come to for some alone training, or just to relax and meditate. The air was calm, a slight breeze blowing through, the sounds of insects and birds coming through loud and clear; a very relaxing paradise for someone as hot headed as he. Moving to a place near the lake, Zeri puts down some of his equipment, mostly his pouches and such, before beginning his pre-workout stretches. Today he feels he needs to increase his fortitude; doing that would help with the gates that he has released so far.
In his mind, he needs to increase his endurance, and the best way to do that is to keep going until his body fully passes out, his body gives up and he is no longer able to move. With a deep breath, Zeri moves to stand before a tree and takes in a deep breath, getting within Jod Muay stance with a grin... his crimson eyes going from a pale coloring, to bright and vibrant... fighting, that's what he lives for. A grin spreads on his face as the darkness flows through him, and he begins his training; to continue pummeling this training tree until either the tree falls over, or his body is no longer able to move.
His body flows on its own, going from a straight punch to a kick to an elbow; his whole body is a blade to him, to use and hone as he sees fit. The bard begins to chip, and after a while, his fists and elbows begin to bleed profusely from repeated smacking on a hard surface. Zeri grits his teeth, continuing to go and fight, moving his feet so he's always on the move, side stepping before kneeing the tree; jumping and kicking a bit higher, his fists slamming against the tree with power and force. More, more, more, this rush of combat not complete; he's not facing anyone... no one is suffering... he growls under his breath as the tree gets stained by the blood on his fist; this is going to be a long training session. It would be better if he had someone to train with, but... considering this isn't for combat purposes, this is fine as well.