Fate and Her Fool [T]
Aug 21, 2018 5:51:40 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Aug 21, 2018 5:51:40 GMT -7
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As he began to confront the technicalities of the technique, Scrubb felt a rush of adrenaline permeate his body. A dragon! Eager to begin, he got into his ready stance, which meant standing a shoulder's width apart, knees bent, and hands together. Though not usually a perfectionist, Scrubb took the time to adjust his position until it felt just right, not wanting to mess up anything for the cool technique. Once he was fully ready, Scrubb took a deep breath and made his way through the string of handseals. Within him, his chakra rushed almost as fast as his adrenaline, eager to be manifested.
"Hishou no Mahou Ryu no Jutsu!" He shouted and, as if on cue, his chakra rushed out of his toes and into the ground. It ripped through the earth in a terrible excitement and, making no attempt to control it, Scrubb simply laughed and let it go. A snake-like mound of earth popped out of the ground and ... that was all. The genin frowned with first disappointment, then concern. Refining his chakra to the point of shaping every part of the dragon, down to the scale, was going to be a challenge. He crouched down and felt the mound of earth absentmindedly. It was hatefully smooth.
He sighed and went into the ready position once again. The disappointment had cooled his excitement somewhat, which made his failure just another step towards a mastered technique. With a determined expression he executed the handseals and molded his chakra to the final dragon handseal. He shot his ready chakra through the ground and imagined his chakra like an egg, hatching within the earth and developing into a medieval dragon, all in the matter of seconds. Any longer and the technique would be useless in battle. When he felt finished, Scrubb imagined his chakra like hands and pushed his creation out of the ground and into the world.