{Training} Bones and Bugs and Webbing! Oh my!

[Zetsumei]

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Kumo Nento (Spider Sticking Spit)
Rank: D
Skill: Ninjutsu
Effect: Spits spiderweb at opponent, once hit he can pull or swing them in any direction he wants, as long as he is strong enough to.
Special:---
Drawback: If opponent is stronger in rank, they can pull against him and hurl him, if even nothing happens, if weaker they are thrown.
Description: Emitting a stream of spider web from their mouth, the user will grab onto a nearby opponent. The thread will run from their mouth directly to the foe. If the opponent is in the air, one can move their head and body to swing them wherever they choose.
Limit: Must be of the Kumomusha Clan

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And so, the insects crawling from my flesh once more back into the hive within, I cursed the fool who had tried to kill my mother. He had met his doom by her hand. And yet, it still hurt to have been betrayed by him. He had been like an older brother, almost like... I sighed at the thought, remembering how my own father had raised his nose, proclaiming that I wasn't his, and remembered the family that had taken me in beforehand, who had looked at me with disgust, raising me as "Their own", and yet not once did I feel loved when I was with them. Renji had... Renji had been the only man who had ever really been like a father to me... the only one who cared, and yet... I wept still at the thought of my mother, of that patch of earth that I dug out with my hands.

He had cursed me, stuck me with the arms of a spider, and left me without a parent to guide me. If I hadn't found my way to the Waterfall village... Damning him then, both vehemently, and loudly, I would vow to own the curse he bestowed upon me. He had granted me membership within his family, and I would use it to my own advantage. Doing so, a flash from the fight between the bastard and by mother flashed in my mind, and I recalled a technique that he had used. He had spat a sream of web from his mouth, that had captured my mother in it's grasp, and yanked her forward against her will. I recalled no handseals, no other special motions at all, other than his mouth suddenly bulging as he let fly the webbing.

"Very well then..." I would say, presuming to learn the jutsu myself. I was a part of the clan, and that granted me every ability they had to add to my collection. The ability to take their knowledge and turn it against them. If they were to make an enemy of me, as I'm sure they would, for no doubt the Sound village hunted for me still, I would bear the fangs of a spider-ninja as well. And if they dared to step in my way, I would teach them just what level of mistake that letting me into the clan was. And with that, my eyes blazed in passion as I began building up chakra in my throat. I knew not the mixture, but I knew that there had to be something inside of me, granted by the spiders during the ritual, that would allow my usage of their webbing. I knew both this, and that it must have been located in the throat, for something otherwise wouldn't have severed so easily.

Sensing a bulging sensation at the roof of my mouth, I would move the focus of the chakra forward, daring to inquire as to what was there. Almost immediately, something began to swell, as a sticky substance began to drip from the swelled skin. A gland of some sort? Spitting the goop on the ground, I would notice a thin thread follow it out. Pulling it much the same as one would do with string, I found it harder to break than initially surmised. Biting the thread, I would finally sever it, letting it fall to the ground. Strong indeed, was the web fluid, but not nearly enough to subdue an opponent. Attempting yet another time, I would focus, remembering all the times Renji had irked me, remembering the hell he had put me through. He had payed his price, and his next of kin would do the same.

Feeling the gland build up once more, I would apply more chakra, letting the viscous liquid silk thicken and become strong. I wouldn't settle for what I had been given before. I would produce stronger, finer thread, would launch a web so strong that few alive could break it. Letting the sac swell to the point where I felt I could no longer breathe, My cheeks puffed out with what air I could gather, I would open my mouth and exhale, stiffening my lips to send a much thicker strand of web shooting towards the branch of a nearby willow tree. Yanking my head to the right, and stepping into it, I would hear the sickening crack of wood splintering as I felt the tension on the other end of the line go slack. Biting through the thread once more, aided by chakra this time, I would rub my tongue thoroughly, eager to be rid of the taste. Yeah, the web was useful, but it tasted nasty...

[Nira]

Learned?

[C-C-C-Cryptekz]

Mushi Bunshin no Jutsu
Rank: C
Skill: Ninjutsu
Effect: Creates a clone made out of bugs.
Special: Rat, Dragon, Ram, Horse, Monkey, Dog
Drawback: Will dissipate after one solid hit.
Description: The user performs the handseals, creating a clone of bugs. This clone will dissipate after one solid hit. When the user first learns this jutsu, they are capable of only creating one Mushi Bunshin. However, with B ranked training, they may increase that number by one. This training may be performed a maximum of 9 times, allowing for a maximum ten bug clones.
Limit: Kikaichu no Jutsu
1st extra training

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And so, with the taste of one bug clan still fresh in my mouth, I would move on to the other, The kikaichu within me restless still as I would make note of what I had in mind. There were many things of which I knew within the clan of my father, some of which I had yet to properly learn, others which I had mastered, and yet still, there were others that I had yet to truly learn. There were techniques I had yet to fully expand my knowledge of, one of which being my current focus. No matter how many times I kept coming back to it, I felt pathetic in my current mastery of the technique. For at my level, someone as strong as I should not have been so limited. I was rather distraught to know that I was only capable of forming one bug clone at a time. It was a disgrace to my strength.

For after all, I had grown stronger by a large amout over the past few days, taking my training to a level almost unprecedented to those known by my be. And yet still, such a power was not enough to procure from my legion of insect more than but a single clone. I would curse such an affliction with much futility, before deciding on the only other available option to me. In order to become stronger, I would have to continue my training. After all, nothing good would ever come without effort. And so, As a torrent of bugs was released and but three words given as instruction, I would attempt to form what I so desired, my will determining what it was I needed to do, and my concentration being the only other factor.

"Make Two Clones."

My orders were specific and clear. However, as my hands ran through the seals, The control was a problem that became known immediately. For as the first clone was formed, I struggled, aiming to try and make the second from the pile of kikaichu on the grass before me. As the first began to take shape, I spent my will focusing on the second, urging it to conception, willing it to be real as I readily cursed how impossible the task seemed. My teeth were clenched as I summoned what Chakra I could from within me to meet the goal I set for myself, however, I could not ascertain how much was needed, nor could I properly guess how much concentration was involved. Sweat trickled slowly from the pores of my forehead as my cheeks grew red from the effort.

Both masses of kikai before me started to make strange shapes, the first, near human in formation, suddenly started shifting from side to side, unbalanced it seemed, as my will of iron faltered to aluminium, the structure ripping apart into a mess of blackness with much less effort than it had taken to form the monstrosity. My fingers digging into my pals, I wouldn't cry, but inside my soul was torn as I failed in such a simple effort. Surely it was not such a hard task to summon a second clone? The bugs were not the parties at fault, were they? I could not know then, nor would I find out for some time, but I would instead blame myself anyway, for if they were at fault, then their fault was my fault for not telling them properly what was to be done.

Biting my bottom lip until it was swollen and bruised, I indeed bit back the rage that threatened to encompass my being at the thought of such a betrayal. I would not have myself taken in like a lamb to the slaughter. I would prove myself, I would will myself to the point where I could indeed make more than just one clone. I would, without any doubt in my mind, achieve my goal with nothing more than my own motivation, and damned would be the one who told me that such was not an option. If it took every ounce of what I was made of, if it was everything within that I had to give, I would gladly lay it all out before me to achieve my goal, Indeed, I would slay myself a thousand fold to meet what I had set for myself. For such was my will, intact once more, and ready to make the impossible possible.

[joshcrisp]

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[C-C-C-Cryptekz]

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And so, my ire once more returned to it's steely demeanour, I would look within myself once more, attempting to find the strength I needed to do the impossible. There had to be a way to do it, to split my concentration so completely, to make both clones a reality. And yet still, such a thing seemed rather absurd to think of, even with the latent power I posessed. To will the two into existance was one thing, but to physically construct to autonomous, physical creatures out of nothing more than chakra and kikai... it was a process that left even me baffled. How was I to do so? Would I need to further my understanding of chakra control? And if so, how would I go about it? Was it about something else, my concentration on my appearance perhaps?

Pondering on how I could actually increase both, I found myself seated beneath one of the trees within the vast expanse of nothing that surrounded the area. Thankfully Waterfall village remained blissfully sparsely populated. Seating myself comfortably, my back to the bark of my shelter to the sun, I meditated of my problem, wondering just what exactly I could do to train what it was that I needed in order to form the clones. I had been taught so many things over the years, surely the knowledge of one of them would be sufficient to help jog my mind in the right direction. As my eyes closed, I would pose of myself several questions, all hypothetical, as my hand found it's way to my chin.

Perhaps I could do strength training, but that wouldn't get me anywhere... save for perhaps adding to my chakra reserves, but that wasn't what was needed. I required focus, not more chakra to use. I slammed my head slowly against the behemoth to my back in futility when from the heavens, the savior, the answer to my questions appeared as a wild yellow fruit, that fell from above, and leaving a moderate welt on my head. Cursing the wild apple in futility, I would look around, and remeber the obvious of such a feature, for all about me were bruised and rotting bits of the same as that which had so unkindly struck me. And as I thought of their falling, their path of trajectory, My mind settled on something that was no less than brilliance.

To train the control of my chakra, it would be rather simple. I would fight the natural laws with my chakra. Gravity being the first. Why gravity? because of them all, Gravity was surely the easiest to defy. And yet still, it was sure to take an effort most grand to attempt such a gambit. So how might I pose such a tremendous feat? The answer was simple. I would use chakra to scale a vertical embargo, the trees around me seeming to be sufficient enough a target for such escapades. Indeed, walking up a tree with using only my chakra alone would be something to boast of, for I knew not another who could do such a thing. And so, as I faced a larger of the timbers, I would channel chakra to my feet, and step lightly on the bark, only to watch my foot slide off.

This would be harder than it seemed. A balance need be achieved between the two entities of my chakra, both spiritual and physical, and wrought perfectly together to accomplish what I set forth to do. I stared at the mountainous tree before me, wondering exactly why I had chosen to do what now seemed to be futile. But then I recalled the defeat of before, the inability to form but one mushi bunshin. I needed the control, I needed the precision that only training on this level could bring me. And so, stepping backwards, more chakra was sent to my feet as I took a running start, planting one, two, three succesive lunges on the bark before my foot came from under me on the fourth, not used to the horizontal predicament that I had found myself in, and all too soon, I was laying sprawled on my back, wishing that things in life were easier.

[C-C-C-Cryptekz]

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Indeed, as I gazed at the sky from my position at the grass, watching the lazy cirrus clouds drift overhead, I truly envied them, for they had no worries at all. Just simple masses of vapour that floated about and dispersed as percipitation. Such a simple life, no consequences, no casualties, no cares what so ever. But then again, there were things that we humans too could take luxury of over the clouds. For although they were free, they never chose which way they came and which they went. They were moved onwards by the unyielding eddie current that was the wind, blowing them which ever way it so chose. A simple life, but one without the ability to choose for yourself. Such was the way of the cloud, but that was not what I truly wanted, for as much as I envied their simplicity, I enjoyed my freedoms, and I wouldn't betray them.

And as I pulled myself from my spot on the ground, to a seated position, and then to my feet, I knew there was no point in wasting time spead-eagled in the grass. I had to achieve my goal, there was no other way about it. Returning my occuli t-o the summit I chose to mount, I would again feel energy flow south as I sped towards the tree, trying to split my focus between the sprinting, and how much chakra I expended through my feet, and with a stomp, I started up the tree, a total of five steps, bordering on six, before the chakra gave out. As I flipped in mid air and landed on my feet, I noticed the impression in the tree, the shape of my foot. Too much chakra it seemed, was what had resulted in the offending footprint. It seemed as though I was a hazard to the environment around me, even when I had no intention to do so.

However, the footprint did grant me an Idea. I hadn't been measuring how far up the tree I had gotten, but, I thought, drawing a collar bone Kunai, if I marked where I reached before I came back down, I would set a hurdle to cross each time I dashed up the tree. It wasn't exactly brilliance, in truth I should have thought of it much sooner, but all the same, I knew of the system now, and I would spend all day wasting my chakra running up that tree if I had to. And so, it was with bone weapon in hand, that I would take off once more, the soles of my Sandaru clipping off bits of bark from the trunk of the monster as I attempted to reach its pinnacle. A hefty seven paces placed me higher than before, and as I lost my grip, I cut a line across the rough skin of the tree to mark my place.

Landing in a crouched position, I noted the spot I had slashed. Would this really help in the creation of a clone? All of this effort, would it really be worth it? Would it actually help me any? The balance that I made with my feet was becoming more concentrated, more focused, and surely that would be helpful somehow when it came to balancing the chakra levels needed for both of my clones. The slash, seven paces, was about three meters off the ground. A favourable height, and yet the top of the tree was some several more meters higher. Sighing in semi-resignation, I would curse myself silently for hoping for an easement, and continue on with the bitter chore, despising everything around me for being as hard as it was.

A quick Handspring with my side arm in my mouth, would have me in running distance once more. Southern energies were concocted in the balance I had used before, but modified, as I attempted control, movement, and sustenance all at the same time. And yet verily I would indeed have to do all things the same when my clones were made, for each element of such was a crucial part in their formation. I would narry be able to stop on the battlefield, I would have to concentrate and master the chakra to form both at once, and I would have to sustain the chakra flow long enough for the two to come into existance. And so, up the tree once more I sped, leg over leg as I leaped upwards, gripping the bark with the soles of my sandaru, as I pushed to go as far as I could.

[Zetsumei]

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[C-C-C-Cryptekz]

30/80

With all the grit I had, I fought for every inch, never pausing for a second, no hesitation, so stopping, purely poetry in motion as I pushed my way skywards. The scars born by the wood were too numerous to count, chips of timber littering the ground, but it still wasn't enough. For the hours I had spent speeding up and falling off of the mountain I sought to summit, it only barely got me closer to my goal. Fluctuations in my chakra had done little more for me than causing me to fall faster, or harder, depending on which one thought was worse between a face full of dirt and a face full of bark. The ideal combination I had discovered a half-hour hence, and yet, I still was unable to move higher than four meters on the surface of the timber wall. There was more to it than just the chakra.

But what? What was it? What was I missing? Cyan orbs spun in circles, before finding themselves squeezed into near nothingness as wearied eyelids came down over them, concentration evident upon my face as I attempted to understand the missing factor in my training, to exhume that which would solve the puzzle once and for all. There had to be something, the one thing that would put it all in order. For everything else, I had an understanding of, yet the one thing I sought continued to elude my thoughts as I struggled for the answer. I pondered long and hard for my salvation from the situation, allowing my legs to rest, and my chakra to replenish, as the situation I found myself in seemed to grow graver still.

How could something that had to be simple be so reclusive? I was almost pounding my own skull from the inside out trying to understand what was missing, what it was that remained absent from the larger picture, but alas, my mind drew naught still but a blank. I cursed it all, the futility, the problem that still faced me, the clones, the bugs, and everything in sight and within hearing range. I was far from happy. Such vile thoughts ran through my mind that surprised even me as I wished for retribution of some kind, a recompense for all of what the problem had dealt unto me, making me want to take something. I wanted to know, just what was it that escaped my grasp. My head falling dully into my hands in seeming resignation, I would fall back against the tree once more, defeated for the time being it would appear.

Blank eyes stared into the distance as I pondered yet still, void of all emotion but self disgust. I couldn't indeed understand how I could be so weak and so stupid. I had put all of my mind towards trying to understand it, had concen...trated... Like the apple afore the training began had, the Idea hit me with a clunk that was almost audible. Perhaps, it was the concentration that I lacked? But had I not proven that I could concentrate, could split my focus between the three tasks? Perhaps there was yet more to this then even I had initially thought. Fathoming the unfathomable, I began to wonder perhaps if the focus lied not solely in the feet, nout just the chakra, or the running, but the tree itself, that instead of just walking up bark, I should be using the chakra to attempt to hook into the bark, like spikes.

Heaving my shoulders as I stood once more, contempt littering my face as I faced the vertical slope once more, I walked forward, thousands of tiny teeth growing from what seemed non-existent, and yet it sprung forward of the soles of my sandaru, tearing up the dirt beneath them. A good sign perhaps. Focusing the movement, the control, the shape, the specific shape of each and every tiny hook that protruded, just the same as I would have focused on every single tiny kikai in the clone, I placed one foot on the tree, and used it to lever myself upwards against gravity, which, as I forced the other leg up ahead, was harder than one would think with all of the constant air pressure weighing me down. But I wasn't slipping. I was standing on the tree, and I wasn't slipping. And as I climbed slowly, gaining in speed to help fight off the gravitational force that weighed me down, I would finally reach the top. Now... I had a matter of some bugs to settle.

[C-C-C-Cryptekz]

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I swung precariously from the top of the tree, so full of joy that I could barely express it. My goal was complete, I had done it, finally, I had climbed the tree, and was that much closer to the clones I so sought. Spiking my soles once more, I began to travel back down the pine to the earth below, ready to begin training the jutsu in all senses once more. I walked steadily down the arbor, rubber brushing off wood as I lifted and dropped my feet, gravity willing me forward, but never pushing more than I could handle. When I was roughly four feet off the ground, I sprung forward into a tucked front flip, and landed horizontally, the ground beneath me taking the brunt of my weight as waves of silky brown hair fell about my visage once more. Blowing them aside, I would step forward in the green moss a bit, preparing but once more to unleash hell upon the earth with my insects.

I was swelled within with renewed pride, my thoughts clear, and my focus trained. I knew what was what, had done my homework, and now, with my fist raised in the air in defiance, I dared the jutsu to escape my grasp this time, nay, challenged it to try to stop me. I had been reluctant to admit it before, but even now as the evening grew long, the sun beginning to set, I admitted that mere hours before I had been substantially weaker. But, new ideas had curbed my enthusiasm, and now I was a different ninja altogether. This was what I told myself as the insect droves beneath my skin awoke once more, almost disgrunteled by my calling of them. I could almost hear the tiny voices calling out "Why the nerve of this guy..." but I couldn't care less for such banter. There was training to do.

The blank patch of terra where I had attempted to concieve my clones before befell my occuli, and I greedily began dreaming of what was yet to come, but still, I would attempt to restrain my excitement as my arms were extended horizontally, and the kikai swarms were called to action. Leaking from the very flesh they crept within, they took to the air around me, as I sent the mass of them off toward the area of my choice, the plateau of barren earth before me. The bugs complied, buzzing off, seemingly eager to be done so that they might rest once more, but my inentions were far more fastidious of a ninja in training than those of my kikai, an so, it would be that I would work them as hard as need be, against their own will if need be, to achieve the ends I so searched for.

And yea, the bugs piled upon the flat expanse of rubble as I would beginmy steady rythm, breathing in, and out, very consciously aware of every movement I made as I began to bring my hands together, the Kikai knowing what they were to do as chakra pulsed through my body, my concentration increased as Rat passed to Dragon, and Dragon on to Ram, from Ram on to Horse and from Horse yet further, to Monkey, and from Monkey on finally to Dog. The seals complete, I began the chanelling to the Kikai as their forms once more began compiling upon each other, growing together into a larger mass, a mass shaped rather like myself, as the bugs climbed and wove their tiny, shining exoskeletons upon one another.

And so, as I stared, one clone was completed, whereas the other hadn't even started. Focusing on the formed being that was all but myself, my atention shifted to the pile of bugs remaining on the ground. They too, would be influenced by my suggestion as I had them move to do as the others had once more, to form a self portrait of myself as only they could, but something wasn't quite right. Despite my concentration, split to both as equally as was possible under the straining conditions I faced, The seond clone would do little in the way of forming. As I bit down and tried to force the creature into existance, I saw what looked to be a foot forming on the plateau, a sign of initial progress, but it would go no farther, the foot and clone cascading downwards in a rain of kikai as the jutsu failed...

I would have to work harder, it seemed.

[zuka]

+20

50/80

Go go go!

[C-C-C-Cryptekz]

50/80

Dejectedly, I would observe the kikai remaining on the platform, but, with a sigh, I was once more inclined to try my efforts at the formation of the clone. Despite the failure, I was not discouraged, but merely irked, the bothersome problems of my jutsu being of no real worry to me. An irritation to be sure, as my brow twitched in the anger of failure, but nothing more.

And so, as my eyes once more befell the tiny insects that clumped together on the gravel, I would yawn a bit, fatigue beginning to take a slight anchor on my frame, before I would return my focus to it's sharpest honed point, balancing on the tip of the nail as it were, as I set my sights on my goal, and moved to destroy... no, obliterate it, rend its proverbial face from its skull, and stuff it down its own throat.

Grinning, laughing, shuddering, and mentally reminding myself that I couldn't be sane with such perverse and rather gruesome thoughts spanning my mind, The joking demeanor was put aside as I stretched my hands to form the handseals once more.The same string of the same six, a boring... no, THE most boring part of the excersize, before I would channel the chakra I summoned within, letting it coat my arms and hands, before it reached out to the kikai but a few feet before me, and began to work its spiritual, natural magic once more.

Tiny bodies mounted one another in what seemed to feel like a race against time, to both them, and vicariously to myself. Stumbles were made, mistakes were accounted for, but internally, I felt myself screaming at each and every insect that stepped out of line. Their actions were thoroughly inexcusable in both my books and their own. I never took lightly to such insubordination.

"Lift your legs! No slacking! What's YOUR excuse?! Come on... get up there! What are you doing??!" It was frustrating, seeing so many mistakes, that the bugs were that on edge. I would call off the jutsu, watching what masses the bugs had managed to bring together collapse to the dirt beneath them, their tiny bodies raining down from the sky. I could not begin to even think of controling my rage as I extorted curses and swears that even I hadn't known that I knew.

The insects, despite their inability to do so literally, were rather metaphorically quaking in their boots as my visage contorted in the most vile shape it had known to date. Things streamed out of my mouth, utterances that I would never wish upon any other living being for as long as I lived, and yet rather bluntly, I mouthed off at the insects. They would get the point I meant to bring across by the end of things, I was sure.

[Itsuki v2]

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*wonders if it's really worth it*

[C-C-C-Cryptekz]

60/80

My bugs were mentally defective. Or so I had thought rather bitterly as their sentient forms cowered before me. Perhaps I had been too harsh with them, but as their wings fluttered dully, I knew they would be fine, as much as I hated being that kind of person, despite their cockiness, a good humility did well to correct their thoughts every once and a while, and one could only fix what was truly broken. I couldn't truly rework their psyches until they weren't ready to fight back anymore, would be willing to accept any task I gave them, and do it right, without mistakes or problems. That was my new goal as their commander, and like it or not, I would do my best to achieve it's success. It would be vital towards the jutsu’s completion, and to establish a proper sense of justice between the two forces that comprised my body.

“Alright maggots, I’ve had enough spewing filth for the day, so how about the lot of you get up off your collective lazy thorax, and hop to making those two clones. Do I make myself clear?” It sounded authoritative and quite boorish, but they would have to live with it. It wasn’t as if I liked being such a pigheaded fool, but they weren’t going to learn any other way, at least not in any other way that I could think of at the time. The mass of dark exoskeletons began crawling wildly, a sign of mutiny? Willing them to stop, I exercised my command over their bodies and minds with a loud, echoing chord over their entire conscious thought pattern, halting them in their tracks as their bodies began that familiar convulsion from before. “ALRIGHT, STOP!!” Insubordination would not be tolerated.

“I don’t know what’s gotten into all of you recently, but I DON’T like it. Smarten up, all of you! Do you have ANY idea what would happen to me, and more than likely many of you on the battlefield if you were acting like this?! This behavior is unacceptable!” My words spouted vehemently as I stared down coldly at every shelled carcass of the kikai, boring holes into their minds, and repressing their will to react so strangely. “Now, get to making those clones!” My hands flashing in a flicker of the zodiac, harnessing my chakra and demanding that the insects do their job in the jutsu. Scuttling about in a frenzy, the mass of black eventually settled, and as I bit my lip in an effort to retain my concentration, two distinct piles began building their way skyward, appearing much more stable than before.

Starting at the legs, less inaccuracies were made, still far from perfect, but much better than before, to be sure. The feet, sandaru, and the like were all proportionate to the originals, despite their current bug-like appearance. That would be fixed in the final step of the jutsu, but for the initial formation, things seemed to be going well. As one tower rocketed skyward, so too did the other, growing in the same pace, as two pairs of legs grew to two pairs of hips, to two stomachs, and on through the chain. However, the paths of the two began to halt there. The one to my left continued it’s rising fashion, but the one to my right froze, unable to form my many arms. A true pity as it was, for I had been much pleased by their progress. However, I was not so foolish as to believe that they could do everything at once.

Finishing the clone to my left, its twin became my focus. Imparting upon them knowledge from the other kikai of the internal structuring of my body, particularly of the arms, it slowly began to move further towards completion once again, the brachial protrusions growing steadily as their lengths extended. First one pair, a set of hands flexing in victory of the fact that they were indeed there, no longer simply a mass of insect bodies. After that, a second set, growing behind, just as strong as the first it seemed. The third set, right behind them, came as well, but, as I found myself so overly excited, my concentration slipped, but only for a minuscule fraction of a second...

And yet that fraction was enough to undo all of my hard work. Tumbling down upon each other for what I decided then would be the LAST time they would ever do so, the bodies fell to the earth, piling amongst one another anew, the kikai as angry with me as I had been with them earlier. My lack of focus to be blamed on my hunger, it seemed, as I felt the rumble shake in the pit of my stomach. I had been so close too...

[Captain M]

/70/80/ Getting closer!!!

[C-C-C-Cryptekz]

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It was all but done now. So close was I to completion, that I could almost smell it in the air. It was close, so tantalizingly so that I dare not speak of it for fear that it might be lost should I do so. The fear of losing what I had strived so hard for would be devastating, and so, I could do but one thing. Take my mind off of it. As my stomach growled loudly, I realized I needed to eat, and so, summoning forth but one clone, I sent him scouting for food. Within but a few minutes, my incarnation of bugs and chakra returned anew, fresh apples within his palms. Biting hastily into the luscious red fruit, I began to feel a little renewed as stood tall, facing my insect hordes again. Letting the first clone keep it’s form, I put my mind back into that way of thinking that I had feared of earlier. Now it was time to lay it all out on the line for everyone to witness. Now it was time to finish it once and for all.

Letting the bugs gather together, deft hands found zodiac signs well worn into their muscle memory, as the energy within my body flowed out, imbuing the bugs with the force and direction they needed. Cyan oculi watched the mountain of black grow tall again, reaching its previous mark, and surpassing it. I watched in wonderment, as shoulders, chest, and neck came to fruition, observing each to my own personal standings. However, as I peered at the bugs, something seemed wrong. As the second clone materialized its head, I ordered the first to join it, concentrating all the while on the other that was but seconds away from formation. Letting it grow, I began to inspect details about the bugs, and noticed something wrong. They weren’t the same, not completely anyway.

Observing the facial structure was one hint. Looking at the perfect copy of myself compared to the black mass of Kikai that were supposed to be in the same shape, I saw minute differences. The jaw was too wide, the cheekbones too high, the nose far too broad, the hair too short. In fact, the more I noticed, the more things seemed wrong. The shoulders weren’t the same breadth, the biceps were too thin on more than one arm, the legs were too short, and the toes too stubby. Issues that could be settled with but a few corrections, I ordered the bugs around yet again, telling them anew of what was required of them, and what they were missing. After all, they could only screw up so many times before they got it right.

Letting the insects do their job, I called for strength from within, and exuded it without, sending it to the clone as I watched the mass of bugs build up the way I had instructed. Seeing their tiny black corpses moving, I hoped only that they could finally perfect the form so that I might actually make use of the clone. Inspecting it once more after their movements stopped, I saw nothing different between the two. The moment of truth was upon me. Focusing once more, a poof of blanched smoke clouded my field of vison around the clone, making my eyes water as I struggled to see what lay behind it. The silhouette drifted into view, and soon enough, my eyes watering in the sheer joy of the moment, simply that it had been done, the sight I had been wanting to see for so long finally met my eyes.

Visually speaking, the clone was complete. But there was still more to do. As much as he looked complete, I would have to make sure that movement was still possible. I remembered only all too well what had happened the first time I had attempted to do so. However, as the insect creation began walking and swinging its many arms, I was overcome with joy. And yet, it wasn’t done yet. Jumping in place, I watched it reach up, and grasp a thin branch from an overhanging willow, before swinging on the tree like a monkey. Letting his grasp slip, he landed gracefully, before hand-springing backwards, ending up several feet away, and then proceeding to cartwheel forwards back towards me. It was finally done. That was the only thought I could grasp as I fell back on the grass, nearly crying in joy. I had become so much stronger, and even in realization of such, I could still barely begin to understand how much greater a ninja I had become.

[Zetsumei]

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Learned

[C-C-C-Cryptekz]

Poison Reduction
Rank: D
Skill: Ninjutsu
Effect: Decreases the effect of poisons on the body.
Special: Kikaichu feeding on the body.
Drawback: Does not effect poisons higher ranking than D.
Description: Slows the effect of poisons ranked D or lower. The user trains this technique by taking small, non-lethal amounts of different poisons. The Kikaichu then eat the poison.
Limit: Kikaichu no Jutsu


Reclining on the grass, I felt my victory assured, the clones now by my side, resting as I did, hands behind our heads as we peered skyward. The clouds, fluffy white, dancing across the sky, as the sun began to set. Such a beautiful vision to see, and yet, I couldn't begin to fathom when exactly I knew what had been wrong. A churning in my gut, a drowsy feeling, a sharp pain in my stomach... something was... wrong. My eyes snapped to attention as I lurched on the ground, crying out in pain. What had happened to me to cause this? I had been fine but moments before, and yet now... My eyes burned with soul fire as I gazed at the apple cores discarded upon the ground. A poison perhaps? But what? What it could have been, I would have no time to fathom, for the cramping was getting worse. I needed help, now.

I tried to struggle to my feet, but I could only fall back down, my vision blurring, and my mind growing faint as lightheadedness struck me. Feeble and weakened, I called my kikai back to me, praying that one of them might be so knowledgeable as to help me discern what to do. The clones, bursting apart, began to seep back inside me, divesting my innards, and doing something I could only begin to guess at. I pondered such as my vision blurred further asking silently of the bugs to explain what it was they were doing. Receiving the answer bluntly, I was told that they were eating the poison. I could not begin to fable how such a thing would work, and shuddered minutely at the thought of them feasting upon my blood.

But evidently, that was what they were doing, or something, what, I couldn't begin to wonder, as I felt tiny sharp stings beneath my flesh, more than likely the bugs draining the vile poison from my system via vampirism. My vision faded to black, my sight all but gone, darkness becoming my new best friend it semmed, and yet, as I felt the tiny insects work, my body numbing and convulsing, the numbness slowly began to dissipate. Swinging my limbs wildly beyond my control from painful convulsions I couldn't stop, those too, would begin to stop. Tiny mandibles within continued their feast upon the lethal substance, and soon, I was immoble once more, and feeling had returned to all of my extremidies.

Panting loudly, I batted my eyes, watching the sky as the darkness faded, my death, so imminent before creeping away from the field of my vision with the working of many tiny maws. The cramps too, were leaving me, the kikai weaving a grand miracle in an effort to save my life. Barely able to move from the exhaustion, I acknowledged their efforts, letting the corners of my mouth be guided upwards as the foul toxicity was diminished by their work. Turning my head, I would heave, and wretch, tiny pieces of apple, turned black as they had dissolved in my digestive system, were spewed from my gullet, the poison within them being purged from my body. Truly, I was lucky to even be alive at the rate it had spread.

Another heave dislodged the rest of the homicidal fruit from my innards, as I crawled to my knees, my throat burning in pain as I searched for water to douse the acid that scorched my oesophagus. Finding a nearby brook, I would curse my luck should I be wrong, distrusting the water as I now distrusted the fruit in the area, but drinking deeply anyway, sating the wrath of my bile that threatened to dissolve my throat. with a heavy sigh, I lay back on the field of grass beside the slowly flowing basin of clear water, breathing deeply as the sting of Hydroclhoric acid still bit at my tongue and tonsils. However, I thanked the Kami then that I was alive, and that I had been so blessed with the grace of my kikaichu. They had saved me yet again.

[Tenkai]

Learned.
Add it~

[drakar]

Name: Temuri Kokyuu no jutsu (Smoke Breath)
Rank: D rank
Skill: Ninjutsu
Effect: Envelops smoke around the user.
Special: Tiger
Drawback: Bad for the users lungs.
Description: When the user has a cigarette while
fighting they may create a large smoke cloud from there mouth
by infusing chakra threw there lungs. They can use this technique
in order to escape and dessoriantate the opponent. However
this jutsu is bad for the lungs because the user must create smoke inside it this will end up in cough if its used to much.
Limit: Must be smoking to use.

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A flame flared from the lighter as a cigarette was brought to life. A deep inhale on the stick of smoke and fire brought smoke into my lungs. I had a lot of work to do, but first a nice spot was needed. Walking leasurely throughout the village of Takigakure I thought on where I could go. Opening up the scroll I held bearing the jutsu of the smoker clan I bore, searching it when I found something interesting. A smoke screen without theuse of smoke bombs, perhaps it would be useful some day, and I needed something in my arsenal from my smoking clan.

Leaping into a tree I expelled the smoke from my lungs lightly, this was no place to train. Leaping throughout the tree I decided to begin the work, forming the tiger seal as per instruction from the scroll. Chakra flowed throughout the system intertwining the internal network of his body, working its way toward his control. Chakra extracated itself from the internal system, working in through the lungs, coating the tissue with the invisible blue energy. Inhaling the smoke of the cigarette it entered my lungs the chakra infused system worked upon the smoke, structuring it anew.

I could feel the tar, the smoke builing within my system, coating the interior of my lungs with its rank might. In mid leap I spun expelling from my trachea a thick plume of smoke, landing upon another branch and spinning to view the concoction of my form. 'Twas unfortunate, but the smoke was a cloud the same size as a normal cloud, though it was of a greater density. Turning once more I thought upon the jutsu, continuing the race through the wooded area from tree to tree.

The continuance of travel went on, yet up ahead there was an oddity in the trees. Coming to a halt upon a singular branch I gazed about with red rimmed irises, looking for what had happened to the myriad of trees. My initial thought was that I had come across a clearing, but nay 'twas only half true. I saw a falled tree before my form, along with a six armed figure near a flowing brook. A smile curled my features as I prepared something to annoy this figure. Forming the tiger zodiac creature upon my hand I leapt silently from the tree.

His back was to my so I had no fear of him noting my presence as chakra flowed ocne more. Coating the interior of my lung I took a deep drag upon the cigarette, the means of my power. Smoke flowed past my larynx, through my trachea and into, my lungs, mixing with the chakra within. Allowing the smoke to bubble and brew in my lungs I held it in for a moment, before expelling the vile substance from my maw. The thick mass of smoke flew forth, twenty meters before me and engulfed the strange figure in smoke.