The shifting silver sands of change.
Oct 31, 2007 0:19:27 GMT -7
Post by Kinz on Oct 31, 2007 0:19:27 GMT -7
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Kinzoku was frustrated, but he had to keep trying. The form of the box broke as the sands fell to the ground and began to shift across the ground. “…..I can do this.” Kinzoku whispered to himself as he began to focus over again. The sands began to move quickly as they began to rise from the ground and shape the bottom of the large metal box. He concentrated on the structure of the box because he realized that his last one did not damage the table at all. He began to focus on the molding of the inside of the box, and then worked his way out. It was complex, something he hadn’t done before but he planned to succeed. He worked his way to the outside of the box and then held the box. It rose from the ground and began to float over the table. He then focused on opening the bottom and placing it over the table. Once it had the table, the bottom sealed and lifted into the air again. Kinzoku focused hard, this entire jutsu took a lot of focus and chakra to keep its form. He then lifted the table away and focused on pushing the sand inside into large spiked projectiles. It was really hard, and he began to sweat as he moved the sand inside attempting to crush the table.
After about five seconds, which felt like hours, he let go of the sands and watched the table fall to the ground in a loud thud. The sand fell on top and around the table.
The sand began to shift violently in the room, mimicking his emotions. He was angry that his attempt failed again, the table had no scratches on it once again. He wiped his forehead off with his arm and then began to focus a little harder. The sand made a sea like noise as it shifted along the ground. Kinzoku sat down on the ground and felt the sand drift past his hands and feet. The cold iron was soothing as it brushed along his hands. He then gathered the sands together to try again, still within his polarity field. He then closed his eyes and focused harder, envisioning the outcome he wanted. The sand began to shake as it rose from the ground and into the air in front of him. The table was about five feet from where he stood, and he still intended on destroying it. The sand rose up about a foot from the ground before it began to shape the large iron box once more, the iron bottom’s rough edges smoothing out. He then worked from the inside out again as he focused a larger amount of sand into the center of the metal box.
He needed this extra sand to use when creating the large spikes on the inside…..without it, the whole jutsu was pointless. He sighed as the sands continued to mold the iron box. The sand then worked its way to the outside and began to smooth out on the surface. Now a perfectly shaped box, other then the small rough patches, began to float in the air. Kinzoku then moved the box into the air and lifted it above the table. This took a lot of focus for the fact he was holding the boxes shape and moving it at the same time. He was an experience Masamune member who’s will did not bend just like the iron sand he surrounded himself with. He slowly lowered the box onto the table and opened the bottom of the box. At that moment, the entire box fell apart. “WHAT THE HELL?!” this was really annoying because he had no idea why he had successfully created the box the other times, but this time it fell apart. The sand began to ricochet off the ground and spread along the field. Kinzoku controlled his anger and closed his eyes requiring some meditation. So many thoughts running through his mind, but one thought was of defeat. Defeat was unacceptable, especially if he tried as hard as he could.
As he meditated, the sand began to move along the ground and cause that sound as if he were at the sea. The sea sounded a nice place, what with the amount of sand there. He imagined a calm place upon the shore as he meditated. Without knowing it, his sands began to rise into the air as his thoughts calmed him. He then opened his eyes and looked upon the iron sands floating near his face. He smirked and focused on the jutsu once again. The sands formed the bottom of the large iron maiden and then moved up. He focused that extra amount of sand in the center and then worked from the inside and out. The sand slowly, but surely created the large iron box above a few feet from him. He then lifted his hands as if he were moving the sands with his bare hands and watched iron box move above the large table. Kinzoku took a silent breath as the box floated above the table, and then he began to lower it slowly. The control over the box seemed a little easier, but it still took a lot of straining. The bottom began to open up as it covered the large table. When it softly land on the floor, the bottom sealed and Kinzoku focused on lifting it back up into the air. He was careful as to not hit the ceiling of the library. Once the box was in the air about six feet from the ground, Kinzoku focused extra hard. Would his attempts be successful?
Kinzoku was frustrated, but he had to keep trying. The form of the box broke as the sands fell to the ground and began to shift across the ground. “…..I can do this.” Kinzoku whispered to himself as he began to focus over again. The sands began to move quickly as they began to rise from the ground and shape the bottom of the large metal box. He concentrated on the structure of the box because he realized that his last one did not damage the table at all. He began to focus on the molding of the inside of the box, and then worked his way out. It was complex, something he hadn’t done before but he planned to succeed. He worked his way to the outside of the box and then held the box. It rose from the ground and began to float over the table. He then focused on opening the bottom and placing it over the table. Once it had the table, the bottom sealed and lifted into the air again. Kinzoku focused hard, this entire jutsu took a lot of focus and chakra to keep its form. He then lifted the table away and focused on pushing the sand inside into large spiked projectiles. It was really hard, and he began to sweat as he moved the sand inside attempting to crush the table.
After about five seconds, which felt like hours, he let go of the sands and watched the table fall to the ground in a loud thud. The sand fell on top and around the table.
The sand began to shift violently in the room, mimicking his emotions. He was angry that his attempt failed again, the table had no scratches on it once again. He wiped his forehead off with his arm and then began to focus a little harder. The sand made a sea like noise as it shifted along the ground. Kinzoku sat down on the ground and felt the sand drift past his hands and feet. The cold iron was soothing as it brushed along his hands. He then gathered the sands together to try again, still within his polarity field. He then closed his eyes and focused harder, envisioning the outcome he wanted. The sand began to shake as it rose from the ground and into the air in front of him. The table was about five feet from where he stood, and he still intended on destroying it. The sand rose up about a foot from the ground before it began to shape the large iron box once more, the iron bottom’s rough edges smoothing out. He then worked from the inside out again as he focused a larger amount of sand into the center of the metal box.
He needed this extra sand to use when creating the large spikes on the inside…..without it, the whole jutsu was pointless. He sighed as the sands continued to mold the iron box. The sand then worked its way to the outside and began to smooth out on the surface. Now a perfectly shaped box, other then the small rough patches, began to float in the air. Kinzoku then moved the box into the air and lifted it above the table. This took a lot of focus for the fact he was holding the boxes shape and moving it at the same time. He was an experience Masamune member who’s will did not bend just like the iron sand he surrounded himself with. He slowly lowered the box onto the table and opened the bottom of the box. At that moment, the entire box fell apart. “WHAT THE HELL?!” this was really annoying because he had no idea why he had successfully created the box the other times, but this time it fell apart. The sand began to ricochet off the ground and spread along the field. Kinzoku controlled his anger and closed his eyes requiring some meditation. So many thoughts running through his mind, but one thought was of defeat. Defeat was unacceptable, especially if he tried as hard as he could.
As he meditated, the sand began to move along the ground and cause that sound as if he were at the sea. The sea sounded a nice place, what with the amount of sand there. He imagined a calm place upon the shore as he meditated. Without knowing it, his sands began to rise into the air as his thoughts calmed him. He then opened his eyes and looked upon the iron sands floating near his face. He smirked and focused on the jutsu once again. The sands formed the bottom of the large iron maiden and then moved up. He focused that extra amount of sand in the center and then worked from the inside and out. The sand slowly, but surely created the large iron box above a few feet from him. He then lifted his hands as if he were moving the sands with his bare hands and watched iron box move above the large table. Kinzoku took a silent breath as the box floated above the table, and then he began to lower it slowly. The control over the box seemed a little easier, but it still took a lot of straining. The bottom began to open up as it covered the large table. When it softly land on the floor, the bottom sealed and Kinzoku focused on lifting it back up into the air. He was careful as to not hit the ceiling of the library. Once the box was in the air about six feet from the ground, Kinzoku focused extra hard. Would his attempts be successful?