Frozen Desert Rise (Training) (P)

[Masakuni]

Shiro stood on a wide rooftop above the capital of the rain. Below was the building where the captured Amekage lay. Shiro, in the meantime, had performed a minor henge, changing a few details of his appearance, just enough to throw off anyone seeking him. His hair color, clothing style. He had also lowered his mask and altered his facial features.

He yawned... Training would begin soon. He would rest a little after the whole kidnapping excitement, then continue to learn the Art of the Black Dragon Blizzard...

[Masakuni]

(Kokuryuu Boufuusetsu 9/80 ~ Continued)

Shiro smirked. He'd managed to create a chakra blast somewhere within the range of the right amount. The faint rain frosted around him, chilled by his Kaishin influence. He watched the droplets turn to tiny particles of ice as they entered his radius of cold, dropping to the ground like snow. He sighed, then pushed himself up from the wet rooftop.

He formed hand seals rapidly, flowing his chakra up through them. He tweaked the amount of chakra carefully, watching the flow to ensure that the blast would neither be two powerful or weak. He sighed, his heart light. A little more practice, and he would have the perfect amount of chakra prepared. Just a little more...

He continued to flow chakra, completing the last hand seal. He thrust his hands forward, releasing a blast of blue chakra from his hands that spiraled through the air. The chakra blasted forth in a sapphire burst, twisting in a powerful column of force. It skimmed against the ground as it flew, twisting in the air.

Shiro smirked. He had just about achieved the proper level of chakra. However, it was still blue chakra. He frowned. He glanced down to the lowest reaches of the city, where the Amekage Kininata was held. Shiro's frowned deepened. He didn't like the plan, but by now the best thing to do was kill the boy and be done with it.

Shiro shrugged. It wasn't his problem, really. His only concern was to gain power. From there, he would go back to his homeland of the Snow. Until then, this organization or conspiracy seemed to be helpful enough in granting him the power he desired. He yawned, and returned his gaze to his own gloved hands.

He began to focus his chakra, forming a ball in between it. As he expected, focusing his chakra was easy. Very quickly, a blue sphere of chakra floated between his hands. He frowned. If his retrograde amnesia served him correctly, he recalled the Art of the Black Dragon Blizzard to create a black burst of ice chakra. The chakra he held before him was neither black, nor did it have any sort of elemental composition.

The next move, he determined, was to create black ice chakra. He sighed, thinking back. Ice chakra was simple. He simply had to imagine the chakra as ice and it was so. He closed his eyes and thought hard, envisioning the chakra condensing and freezing. He held his hands firmly around the sphere. Ice chakra, however, was not black. It was the blackness that intrigued Shiro.

He yawned. More focusing to be done then. He considered the destructive power of the final jutsu, and focused those thoughts into the chakra. He imagined ice, but destructive ice. Ice that would strike and tear, not simply freeze. His closed eyes fluttered as he continued to focus his chakra with that darkness in mind.

Dark chakra, dark chakra... It wasn't dark, he considered as he focused. The orb shivered, but did not change color. It remained the same blue color as always. The chakra was merely black, not dark. Black as in... black ice. Shiro smirked. Perhaps that was the concept behind it. Black ice. He continued to focus his chakra, incorporating that thought into his chakra production.

Shiro sighed, opening his eyes to gaze at the ball of chakra between his hands. It was the same pure blue it had been created as. He clapped his hands together, dissipating the chakra. He formed a few quick hand seals, forming a kunai of solid ice in his hand. He stabbed it into the rooftop. He sighed. That much was simple. Ice was in his blood. This should be simple for him.

Shiro yawned, spreading his hands and focusing his chakra between them again. He bore all of his thoughts in mind as he formed the chakra, keeping a close eye on it. It shivered briefly, followed by a small streak of indigo flashing through it. He smiled under his mask, and continued to focus his chakra.

A little more, he kept thinking to himself. A little more work. A little more after that, and a little more after that, and he'd master this jutsu.

Kuri Buki
Rank: "E" "D" "C"
Skill: Ninjutsu
Effect: The user creates an ice weapon of any shape or size, depending on the amount of chakra the user has, from a body of water. The weapon's liquid-like structure is an excellent medium for sound and can use sound at a much larger capacity than just with your bare hands.
Special: -dragon- -rat- -dog-
Drawback: -Requires sufficient water per rank-
Description: The user summons up water from a near by body of water, the size of a fist; the water can then be shaped into a weapon of any shape, and any size depending on the amount of chakra the user has. Once the shape and size of water is determined, it is hardened into a dense ice, as if it was an actual weapon.
Limit: Blood limit of Haku
* E: minimal chakra: kunai sized weapons that are somewhat brittle
Estimated water needed: cubic foot
* D: small chakra: Any weapon creatable using two cubic feett of space, solid as ice
Estimated water needed: two cubic feet
* C: moderate chakra: Any weapon creatable using four cubic feet of space, solid as iron

[Masakuni]

(?/80)

Shiro paused in his training for a moment, thinking. Kuroi... No, he was Karasu now, had probably made his way back to the Leaf by now. Hell, if he was the Karasu he remembered, he'd probably become the Hokage. Shiro formed a few hand seals, summoning an ice swallow. He scribbled out a quick note on a scrap of scroll, tied it up, and attached it to the swallow.

"Find Karasu." He whispered to it, smirking. He was interested in seeing how things had panned out for his old room mate. Hopefully, Karasu would be useful in his own goals. He yawned, then turned back to his training.

[remix]

"Shiro?"

The voice of the green haired jounin came forth as he opened the door to the roof top, glancing around a bit with a grin. He was training hard... something Saigo needed to be doing. He gave a slight knock at the door before stepping out, frowning.

"This is taking way too long..."

He muttered, lighting a cigarette for himself.

[//Talo//]

+9 for Shiro =] {18/80}

[Masakuni]

(Thanks Talo! ^_^)

(18/80)

"Hey Saigo." Shiro glanced up at the Jounin. "You're right. It is." He yawned, continuing to focus chakra between his hands. It still maintained its bluish color, but every minute or two a streak of indigo would flash through it.

"We really ought to have killed him by now." He continued, focusing intently. He flowed his chakra through his hands, continuing to shape it into ice chakra. "As long as he's alive he's a trackable threat." He pictured blackness in his mind, intending to transfer that to his chakra. The orb flared indigo for a moment.

He smirked, eyes focusing in. He was getting closer. "What's our next step?" He asked, eyes alighting on another streak of indigo. They were slightly closer to each other in time, he noticed. He was producing darker chakra faster. His useless Sankakugan swirled disorientingly. He glanced up at Saigo. This plot seemed to get more complicated every minute.

[remix]

"I think we should keep him alive... if anything, we'll relocate in Iwagakure... "

That was all that was disclosed. Was he worried about the Hokage yet? nah, not really. He was interested in simply cutting off Kini's arm and dismembering him, just a sign to show they weren't to be messed with. Yet, he exhaled a puff of smoke, thinking. Tera left a shitload on his shoulders.

"I'm more interested in killing that girl rather than the boy himself... dunno why."

[Masakuni]

Shiro glanced up at the ice swallow that circled down from above. He detached its message and read it quickly. He smirked ruefully. His old friend Karasu didn't trust him, it seemed. He quickly scribbled out another note, sent the swallow on it's way, and turned to Saigo.

"Nichi? She's a nice enough girl. I think the both of them are more valuable alive then dead. Especially Karasu. Apparently, he's the new Hokage." Shiro yawned. Iwagakure... He smirked. A place so far from home no one would even know of him. Intriguing.

[remix]

The blade seethed through the air, slashing towards the pen in which Shiro was using, Saigo's mouth rolling around the cigeratte as he frowned. Soon, the sickle would come back to the rod in which it was placed, and Saigo's stoic eyes laid firmly upon Shiro.

"What's your intentions, boy?"

He would have to figure it out now, as Tera himself was too soft.

[Masakuni]

Shiro smirked. No one trusted him these days. "My intentions? I intend to take over the village of Snow. That's my sole concern. I intend to become powerful, destroy the Snow, and rebuild it." he yawned, sliding his hands into his pockets. "For now, you all can help me gain power, and I intend to aid you in your plot in return for the power I gain."

"Destruction is all I see, Saigo." He continued. "Since my memory loss, all I've seen is destruction and destabilization. All I want is to become powerful, destroy, and recreate. Starting with the land of the Bloody Snow. As a Kage, Sannin, or Missing-Nin, it doesn't matter. A beautiful new Yuki no Kuni is my desire." He yawned again. "And what is it that you want? You capture the Amekage, but for what reason?"

[remix]

The attack would be swift and fatal. Due to the fact he was talking to merely an after image, it was highly unlikely he could do much at his position, as silently from behind, the katana of Saigo would swiftly thrust inward towards Shiro's neck. It was swift and deadly-- and only after this attack would the after image begin to fade away. Due to the fact this was done with extreme care, and the fact his hands was in his pockets made handseals be a betch to do so quick.

The blade would no doubt go cleanly through-- exitting out of Shiro's neck.

"You aren't even a demon-- nor will be. Your heart is too soft. You're just a Masakuni."

The sword would be removed, and he would wait for Shiro to fall.

Sugizou
Rank: “C”
Skill: TaiJutsu
Effect: Creates an After Image of Self
Special: ---
Drawback: Can only be done ten times a day after learned due to abuse within Muscles, but each time trained one may do more and more. The user is only capable of making one at a time.
Description: The after image technique is the technique that allows the user to move side to side with extreme speed and towards a general direction creating an after image of the person. When learning this technique a person may only do Ten after images per day. If one wishes goes more then this number tissue has a chance to rip and tear. To be able to do more then ten per day one they must train for each again to create one more. This is the basis techniques for all techniques that may consist or deal with moves that deal with the After Image. This means that if a user wishes to know a technique that uses an after image they must have knowledge of this technique as well. Depending on how many after images a user uses within a technique is dependent on how many times this technique is known.
Limit: Universal Technique

[Masakuni]

Shiro felt a sudden sharp pain in his neck. His eyes glanced down at the blade protruding from his neck. He felt... cold. Not the good cold of a Kaishin. The bad cold... The dark cold...

His memories flashed back to him in an instant. He was suddenly aware of his whole life once more. He dropped to his knees. He... He had hoped he could have seen the Snow once more...

"Bastard..." Escaped his lips, before the life left him.

(Dead. That sucks badly.)

[remix]

Saigo turned, frowning a bit. To finish the rest...

[ exit