The Cursed Body: Shida's Breakthrough! [Closed Training]

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Hessendan (Finger Bullets)
Rank: "C"
Skill: TaiJutsu
Effect: A technique that enables the user the capability of contracting the muscles and nerves within their body to where it begins to build pressure within shooting them off with such speed to pierce the human body and some minor defenses.
Special: ---
Drawback: Whenever used the user undergoes the capability of disease under effect increasing the calcium within their body which makes them closer to dieing unless gaining medical treatment.
Description: A technique that launches finger bones in a projectile like form. The Muscles and the nerves contract against one another greatly to where they somewhat spiral in within the body. When the user constricts their fingers in such a way, they begin to push the bullet outwards as the bullet begins to gain pressure from the way it is constricted until the bone is projected out of the human body spiraling at high speeds being sent off towards its target.
Limit: Kaguya Bloodlimit. This is the basic of basics and must be known in order to use other Jutsus of the Bloodlimit. Must know Bone Pulling

The Kaguya clan, a bloodline which fostered a strange and unique power. This power was the dead bone pulse. With this ability the user is granted the monstrous ability of removing, reshaping and empowering their skeletal structure. To those outside the clan this was scene as grotesque, and admittedly it was. The Kaguya would be looked at as demons and monsters, unnatural to this world. In the face of such hostility and ugliness something amazing happened! Horror was replaced with beauty. Horror was replaced with awe, and in turn deformity was replaced with art. As the Kaguya became more refined in their technique they began to form the infamous dances. Fighting techniques that utilized the dead bone pulse to create taijutsu that was as beautiful as it was deadly. Rejoicing in this breakthrough the Kaguya all sought to perfect these dances, training tirelessly to perfect each movement. Even outside of combat the dances were something to behold. However, this notoriety didn't last long as a terrible truth came to light. The very same trait that gave the Kaguya their unmatched power and skill is what drove most to their death. It was discovered that over use of the dead bone pulse would lead to calcium poisoning, an event which occurred whenever a member of the Kaguya clan used any ability of their bloodline. The results were the same, over use leading to death...

His father's words echoed through his mind. The countless times he heard the stories, the countless warnings from both his parents. The near death experience he faced during his academy days. Shida closed his eyes and clenched his fists. He could see it now, his mothers distraught face, the nurses waiting outside the door. His fists clenched tighter, the bones in his hands moving tightly together. He couldn't help but think of the promise he made himself. To reject this ability, knowing it could only do more harm than good. But...if he truly believed this ...then why was he here? Shida opened his eyes and looked around. The full moon lit his surroundings, there were several wooden posts set up around him. Targets placed at varying heights and angles. The shining white light cast long dark shadows across the grass. Shida had snuck in to the academy training area. 

He began taking deep breaths, trying to steady himself. His right foot slid bag, getting into a natural fighting stance. He let his arms drop to his sides, the length of his sleeves covering his hands. Despite Shida's best efforts his body was tense, uneasy. He pushed through, focusing. The bones in his fingers began to tingle. "Why am I here?" he raised his arms slowly. His eyes scanned quickly around him. The bones in his finger tips began to push out ever so slightly. "Why am I doing this?" his heart beat quicken as he spun in a circle, throwing his arms out to either side of him. In that instant several small projectiles let loose from his sleeves, burying into targets and whatever else had come in their path. Upon closer inspection one would realize that these projectiles were Shida's fingerbones. Hardened, compressed then launched out of his finger tips like bullets. Shida looked around, a few of the bullets had managed to hit the targets, none being in the center. Most however found themselves lodged within trees , walls and the ground. The bones in his fingers grew back quickly. "Because It's all I have left of him..." he spoke silently to himself. Shida slid back in to his stance and began to prepare himself for another barrage. 

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The night was quiet except for the slight breeze that blew ever so slightly in the darkness. A whisper tickling the back of Shidas neck. Sometimes he wondered if it was his father trying to reach him from beyond the grave. Shida rose his arms again, keeping his eyes closed. In his mind's eye he could see his father there with him. Searching his memory he could recall the first time his father showed him this jutsu. Without doing the jutsu itself he would follow his fathers movements. The two of them moved in sync, Shida mirroring his father perfectly. 

When Shida opened his eyes he was alone, his movements became more fluid. He was only accompanied by his shadow, which moved in sync with him, naturally. The bones in his fingers began to harden and compress once more. Pressure building up within finger tips began to peak, and once reaching maximum power Shida spun rapidly. This time Shida flicked his wrist and seperated his fingers evenly almost like the wing of a bird. With deadly speed the bone bullets shot out in all directions, ten total. Although it was difficult to see Shida could hear the bullets biting into the wood of the targets. Each one had managed to hit a target, none flying astray like before. 

In the back of his mind Shida began to worry about the calcium poisoning. He had to be careful and keep track of his use. Although there were ways of counteracting the disease it was still an unpleasant thought that hung over him, almost as dark an ominous as the night itself. Shida checked the targets, three of the bullets had hit dead center. A sense of disappointment filled his body. He grew anxious and self conscious. "How can you serve your village if you can't even master this?!"  he scolded himself. "Again". Shida took his place at the center of the training area and shifted back into his stance.

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A cold wind howled through the air unexpectedly. Shida's body shuttered in response to the chill. "What would father say right now?" he pondered. In the silence he seriously began to consider what his father would have to say. Shida took a deep breath and tensed his entire body, feeling every muscle contract. After a moment he released the breath, slowly and controlled, as he did he let his body relax , now focusing on his muscles loosen their tension. "He would say to stop feeling sorry for yourself... He would say to take pride in you abilities. Stay focused, do not let your strengths become weaknesses!". It was at that moment something awakened inside the young shinobi.

As Shida slid into his stance there was a strange aura about him. The look on his face was one of sheer determination and resolve. The ambition to become strong, to protect his home swelled as vigorously as the wind. In the hearts of every young shinobi lies a passion like fire. Beautiful, bright and unwavering. A shining fire that seems to be untamable. Shida's resolve was different. This ambition was more comparable to ice. Cold, sharp and fierce. With no less passion than that of fire, this sense of duty solidified. Shida would be as unyielding as a blizzard. He would be as unforgiving as frostbite. 

Shida raised his arms and flung his arms out with a quick spin on his heel. Compressed bullets of bone shot out, cutting through the air with deadly aim. Each bullet found it's way into the center of each wooden target. Shida collected himself and examined what he had done. He refused to pity himself further. He carried his father's will within him, and that would be enough. Shida let himself fall to his back, the grass providing a cushion to the fall. As he stared out at the moon he could feel his hands begin twinge ever so slightly. A grim reminder of his situation. Unfettered by this, he got up and made his way home. He would no longer fear his power. 

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learned!

fantastic writing!