The shifting silver sands of change.
Oct 25, 2007 20:10:09 GMT -7
Post by Kinz on Oct 25, 2007 20:10:09 GMT -7
"Satetsu No Bushin" (Iron Sand clones)
Rank: C, B
Skill: Ninjutsu
Effect: Creates clones of Iron sand that can fill of variety of tasks.
Special: Dog, Dragon, tiger
Drawback: Can only travel 3/4 of the users “Polarity field”. Moves somewhat slow since there made of iron
Description: By solidify the Iron sand, The user is able to create clones of iron sand, with hollowed insides (to use less chakra and sand). The clones can punch, kick and use weapons assigned by the user. C-rank allows 3 clones to be create, while B-ranked allows 6 clones to be created. The clones can take a good hit, but revert back to its original powder state if struck with an attack that is stronger then "1C-rank". If the user wishes to attain more clones, then it is considered C-ranked training, to add 1 more clone.
Limit: Masamune , Kekkai Genkai. C-rank in Polarity field, Iron sand Transmutation and Iron sand Domination
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Rank: C, B
Skill: Ninjutsu
Effect: Creates clones of Iron sand that can fill of variety of tasks.
Special: Dog, Dragon, tiger
Drawback: Can only travel 3/4 of the users “Polarity field”. Moves somewhat slow since there made of iron
Description: By solidify the Iron sand, The user is able to create clones of iron sand, with hollowed insides (to use less chakra and sand). The clones can punch, kick and use weapons assigned by the user. C-rank allows 3 clones to be create, while B-ranked allows 6 clones to be created. The clones can take a good hit, but revert back to its original powder state if struck with an attack that is stronger then "1C-rank". If the user wishes to attain more clones, then it is considered C-ranked training, to add 1 more clone.
Limit: Masamune , Kekkai Genkai. C-rank in Polarity field, Iron sand Transmutation and Iron sand Domination
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The rolling hills of the bear country spanned as far as the eyes could see. The desert of wind was on one side, and the harsh mountains of earth on the other. There stood a man, taller then most anyone would have ever seen, sitting in the dirt with a gourd on his back. The silver gourds refracted sunlight causing a glare from a distance. The man twitched slightly, and then his eyelids slowly parted. The man was Kinzoku Sabure, the silver shifting sand of change. As the ninja began to stir, his right hand lifted above his head and reached behind his back, taking hold of the metallic gourd resting there. With one fluid motion the arm came forward, launching the gourd forward. The gourd felt as light as air to Kinzoku, but as the metal left the radius of his now suppressed magnetic field, it’s real weight became apparent. It came to the ground with a crash, nearly burying itself in the hard earth. As the gourd sat there in the earth, it began to disintegrate into a silver powder that fell to the ground. A pile formed where the gourd should have been, and no longer was this mere gourd just an encumbrance, it was now Kinzoku’s weapon of choice.
Kinzoku finally rose from his seat, brushing the dirt from his clothing. He took an extra moment to adjust the tapestry hanging from his waist. It was his goal. To inspire people to overthrow those that held the power given them to tightly, the tapestry would be his flag, rising to signal his goals accomplishment. After he finished adjusting his garments, Kinzoku picked up the scroll he had been reading earlier and looked it over one last time, before replacing it in his separate knapsack full of supplies. This technique would assist him in subduing those that would subdue others. He began running the handseals through his hands, Dog, Dragon, Rat. They were easy to someone of his experience and after a moment the handseals were known by heart and preformed in an instant. His hands flicked through them as fast as lightning fell from the sky.
The handseals were always the easy part; his training had shown him that. The real challenge was about to begin. He needed to actually perform the jutsu. Setting himself about a foot away from the pile of metal that had been his gourd, with his feet shoulder length apart. Then he released his control on his magnetic field and allowed it to expand slightly. It had taken him a long time to learn to control it at this level, but it was worth it. He no longer had to worry about people running in terror when his field caused their stuff to fly away from them, or worse into them. He was control now. He was a variable magnetic storm of power. He forced his magnetism into the pile of silvery sand, molding it to his will. Out of the sand rose three metallic statues. They were the same height as him, and the same shape, but one could easily tell the difference by their grainy texture, and silver color. This was obviously wrong. He needed them to look like him. He released his control and began to contemplate his error.
After a moment of thought, He could feel his throat cracking with its dryness. The day was hotter then most, and the sun glared down with a vengeance. His water cooled his sore throat, and felt like a cool breeze on a summer day. It refreshed him. That slight break was what he needed apparently, because immediately afterwards he got an idea about how to make the clones look proper. He had learned a technique in his brief stint in the academy, and if he applied those basic principles now, it would solve his immediate problem.
He headed back over to the still silver pile. It was much hotter over here due to the pile reflecting the suns rays. This was one of the reasons he got the idea though. He figured that since the bending of light mainly formed sight, all he would have to do was change the way the light reflected off of the clones to make them look like him. No simple task, but thankfully this was no simple shinobi. The simplest thing sometimes solved the most difficult of problems. This solution proved to be something that ninety percent of all shinobi would be able to do, but none would realize they should.
Placing his feet shoulder length apart again, Kinzoku expanded his field one more time. The combination of magnetism and chakra was like the sweet flow of life coursing through his body. It beckoned him to exert more power, but he needed his control. Control was something he fought bitterly, but ironically enough control was also his weapon, used to make his power grow. The chakra coursed through the sand, making it glow slightly, and again the same Kinzoku-like statues formed, their lifeless eyes staring at nothing. Then Kinzoku focused the most insignificant amount of chakra into the outer area around the clone. The clone’s form began to shift. Looking at the clone was like looking at the air above a sidewalk on a hot summer day. There were waves of distortion emanating from it. It was just the effect Kinzoku expected. Almost immediately the clones transformed into something very familiar. They looked exactly like Kinzoku.
His plan to make the clones his doubles had worked. Using the normal academy clone technique was a simplistic stroke of genius he thought, as he mentally patted himself on the back. After releasing his flow of chakra into the clones and retracting his shield, the clones fell back into the metallic sand. Something had gone wrong. Either he missed something or wasn’t doing something that he thought he did. Any other clone technique he had ever seen had had the clones moving around freely after the technique was preformed. His technique created little more then useless statues. Something was wrong, and Kinzoku had to figure out what.
He went back to his original seat to contemplate this clone problem. The sun was setting, causing a brillient orange glow to appear in the sky, and Kinsoku paid it no mind. His thoughts were else where. They were locked on the problem at hand.