Shiro and Takimaru's Apartment (Home/Training)

[Masakuni]

Shiro yawned, opening the door into his apartment. It wasn't a tremendously large one, but it served it's purpose. The door opened into a living room, with a TV against the wall and a brown, soft couch facing it. A wooden coffee table sat between them. On the wall opposite the door, three long windows with the shades drawn shut adorned the dark, muted green walls. The carpet underfoot was dark brown.

Right next to the entrance was an open doorway that led into the small kitchen, which was divide from the living room by a half wall that a counter had been built upon. A light overhead cast bright illumination on the pale tan floor tiles, counters, and appliances. On the wall opposite the TV, a futon was pushed into a sort of alcove in the wall, creating a sort of sleeping space. Neat piles of clothing and other sorts of household things were nearby. A unassuming door on the same wall lead to the warmly lit bathroom.

And there, curled up on his futon, was the little puppy he had rescued. Shiro smiled, walking over and stroking the dog's fur. It couldn't be so bad, he figured. It seemed like the dog was already toilet trained as well, if the used newspaper he had spread out in the bathroom was any sort of indication.

"You want to sleep in the bed, Takimaru?" Shiro asked, naming the dog on an impulse. It sounded like a good name to him. The dog lifted it's head blearily. Shiro smirked. "Okay then." He said, yawning and vaulting onto the couch. It had been a long day. He flipped on the TV, trying to find something good to watch.

[Masakuni]

Shiro yawned, awakening. He looked around sleepily. It seems that he fell asleep on the couch. He glanced over the side, to where Takimaru was still curled up on the futon. He scratched his head and went about his morning ritual. After taking a shower, dressing, and setting out food and a new newspaper for Takimaru, he nodded and leaped out the window.

Suzu Senbon no Genkaku (Illusion Bell Needles)
Rank: "D" Rank
Skill: NinJutsu / GenJutsu
Effect: A technique where the bells created is used at a certain frequency so then the opponent feels disoriented in which the sound affects directly along the brain making the opponent see as if perhaps they are seeing more than one after image of the user.
Special: Must have the Bells
Drawback: May affect the user if they are within the same distance.
Description: This technique lasts for one post which is enough time for the user to take the time to attack with more of a decicive and a more of an important tactical attack. When the opponent is hit with this attack the opponent feels nausious and the sense of balance is compromised to the point where the user feels they wish to throw up. As this occurs the vision of the opponent becomes blurry and doubled. With the small bell the maximum distance of this technique is ten meters.
Limit: Sound Release, must have a weapon so then the bell is affected along with it.

Shiro pulled a pair of senbon from his pocket, tying a bell to each of them. He was hoping to master a sound ninjutsu that was very similar to genjutsu. He frowned, making sure the knots were tight. He focused his chakra into the bells, hoping to cause them to vibrate at the proper frequency. He closed his eyes briefly, holding unto the bells.

He opened them the next moment, holding one senbon in each hand. He tossed them expertly, burrowing them into the ground. The bells tinkled slightly, though without much on an effect. He frowned. Even if the technique didn't effect him, he would know when the bells were resonating properly. His green optics shifted to the sky above, looking at the gathering clouds. It looked like it would rain today.

Shiro retrieved the needles, sitting down. He pulled another bell from his pocket, tinkling it in his hands. He had to master the art of frequency alteration. He frowned, closing his eyes. He tinkled the bells, doing his best to sense the motion of the bell. He frowned, looking for the right frequency. The scroll had marked this as a low level technique, so it couldn't be that difficult to find.

He began to flow his chakra, feeling the slight chill of it spread over him. He allowed it to move into the bells, tinkling them. He felt the frequency change slightly, registering the faintest of alterations with his ears. He frowned, continuing to sense the change. Still, the changes weren't enough. He continued to tinker with the frequency, eyes squeezed shut against the yellow sun and red-brown earth of the Stone Village.

He brushed a lock of hair out of his face with a free hand, focusing on the bell. He felt it tinkle discordantly and opened his eyes. He stood up, putting the bell back into his pocket. He picked up the two senbon-bell combos, smirking slightly. He thought he had managed somewhat of a better frequency this time...

He held the senbon with praticed ease, spreading his legs into a stance. He closed his eyes briefly, running chakra down his fingers and into the bells. He smirked, feeling the chill spread through him. He hurled the senbon again, letting them fly in an crossfire before him, moving to land firmly in the ground. The bells tinkled as they flew, releasing chakra enhanced sound waves.

Shiro frowned. Still, it wasn't enough. He plucked the senbon from the ground, pausing briefly to study the shine of the metal in the sunlight. He smirked. The frequency was still off. Even if the technique did not effect him, he could still tell that something was missing. He sighed, sitting down again. He drew a spare senbon from his pocket, twiddling it idly between his fingers.

He continued to consider how to create the proper frequency, spinning senbon between his fingers. He was at the proper discordance frequency, but yet it wasn't producing the needed results. He frowned, idly striking a pair of senbon together. The needles rung faintly, cutting into his thoughts like a hot knife of revelation through his buttery confusion.

The senbon themselves have resonance... He realized, a faint smile creeping onto his face. He pocketed the senbon, picking up the pair of bell enhanced senbon again. he closed his eyes, running chakra up into the bells again. They vibrated solidly at the proper frequency, creating a faint ringing in Shiro's ears. He sent a current of chakra flowing through the senbon as well, causing it to vibrate slightly.

He nodded happily, the discordant ringing tickling his ears. He was glad the technique didn't effect the user. The scroll had described the results to be quite nauseating. He wasn't entirely interested in that, not when he had a whole colony of kikaichu inside him. They might get very angry.

He leaped up unto the rooftops, scanning the area. Hopefully, they'd be a thief or something that he could test this out on. His eyes swept the roads and alleys of the Stone as he ran through it, looking for the faintest clue. His eyes picked up on a slight motion. He grinned. Perfect... He thought, noticing a man menacing a women in an alley.

He dropped from behind, hurling his belled senbon to the ground around the man, running a high level of vibrational chakra through them. The man turned to face him angrily, but then began to sway. Shiro smirked. The man fell to his knees, grasping vainly at the ground for support.

"You lose." Shiro said, extending an accusing finger at the man. He smirked, waiting for ANBU to arrive. This new technique was useful... He recovered his senbon, then went to comfort the women...

[Axcel]

+10

[Masakuni]

Name: Mushitama no Jutsu (Bug Bullet Technique)
Rank: C, B, A
Skill: Ninjutsu
Effect: The user fires a kikaichu from their finger at high speed.
Special: Dragon, Tiger, Serpent, Horse
Drawback: Requires a large amount of chakra.
Description: The user performs the hand seals, then fires kikaichu from the tip of their fingers. The kikaichu are wrapped in a ball of chakra that makes them strong as steel. At C Rank, the launched kikaichu do damage like a shuriken. At B Rank, the kikaichu can penetrate into the body, causing a larger amount of damage and penetrating C Rank defenses. At A Rank, the launched kikaichu can shoot clean through the human body, and penetrate B Rank defenses. The kikaichu can be obliterated by a fire jutsu of equal rank. The C Rank version can be blown away with any wind jutsu. The user can fire five kikaichu, one from each finger. The user must relearn the technique at every stage to be able to use ten kikaichu of that level.
Limit: Kikaichu no Jutsu

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Shiro smirked, leaving the women in the car of the ANBU. He leaped away, heading back for his apartment. His next technique to learn was a secret Aburame Technique, given to him by his father, that very few, if any Aburame, had skill in anymore. He was speaking, of course, of the Mushitama technique, the lost art of the Kikaichu Bullet.

He landed in the training yard outside his window, still smirking. This technique took a ridiculous amount of training, Shiro's father had warned. The ultimate masters of the Mushitama, who could project kikaichu that could tear clean through you from each of their ten fingers, trained for years to achieve that prowess. Shiro, of course, was confident he could master it far faster than them. He nodded, breathed deeply, then spread his legs into a comfortable stance.

The first stage of this training, his father had detailed, was to learn to call forth a special kind of kikaichu, a sort of kamikaze kikaichu, denoted by the red 'x' on their back. Shiro nodded. He had strong communication with his kikaichu. This wouldn't prove to difficult a task for him. He breathed in deeply, awakening his mind to his kikaichu.

I need the Red 'X' Kikaichu among you. He said, speaking in his mind. His kikaichu chattered back at him, crawling forth from his sleeves. There are none such amongst us. They said, performing the closest a group of insects could do to a frown. He frowned back. Then where does one find these kikaichu. Shiro asked, puzzled.

They are made. The kikaichu said, chattering excited. Each one, it seemed, wanted to be the first Red 'X' kikaichu. Shiro frowned. His kikaichu were a little crazy, he thought. Although, he'd never really asked another Aburame about their kikaichu, so he couldn't judge. He sighed nonetheless, cynical as always about his kikaichu's overzealous, suicidal loyalty.

He held out his finger, willing a single kikaichu to crawl unto the tip. A swarm of kikaichu eagerly strode forward, but he childed them all, willing only a single one to come forth. A single kikaichu scurried unto the finger. Shiro nodded, looking over the kikaichu. As it stood now, the kikaichu didn't look any more or less powerful or special than the other destruction bugs contained within him.

He began focusing chakra into the kikaichu, willing it to transform into the kamikaze kikaichu he needed it to be. The kikaichu scurried slightly under the flow of the chakra. Shiro flowed chakra through it, focusing. The kikaichu's shell shone brightly, the black carapace hardening from the chakra's influence. He frowned. Not quite.

A red slash appeared on the kikaichu's back, expanding as the shell roughened. Shiro smirked. There. He was getting closer to what he needed. He continued to focus on the kikaichu, striving to complete the 'X'. He frowned, slipping slightly in his chakra control. He wasn't entirely sure what the proper dosage of chakra was. Almost in response to his question, the kikaichu before him burst.

He frowned, calling another kikaichu to him. Too much chakra, not well enough refined. He would have to focus more this time if he wanted to create a Red 'X' kikaichu without killing it. He sighed and focused his chakra into the kikaichu again, feeling the cold flow of the mysterious energy within him gently. He let it breeze through him and into the kikaichu.

The kikaichu began to evolve again, it's carapace hardening and darkening. Like obsidian, the shell seemed to reflect the light directly off of it's blackness. A swell of red appeared on it's back, beginning to expand. He frowned. This was the choke point. He tightened his chakra control, flowing it towards the slice on the kikaichu's back. A second slice crossed over the first, hardening into a shiny, reddish 'X'.

Shiro smirked, stopping the chakra flow. He held out the kikaichu, looking at it quizzically. It was a little larger, and much more streamlined looking. How do you feel? He asked it, a curious frown on his face. Powerful. The kikaichu chattered excitedly. It leaped off his finger, diving straight towards the ground. It landed in a small burst of chakra, denting the earth.

Shiro smiled slightly. Well, that was the first stage done. The Red 'X' Kikaichu were very intriguing... What would happen if he were to make all of his kikaichu into these Red 'X' Kikaichu... He filled the thought away for future reference. For now, on to the next stage.

[adero]

+9

9.30

[Masakuni]

Shiro frowned, his kikaichu alerting him as to another situation in the Village of the Stone. He sighed. It was a busy time in the Stone, it seemed.

Without a moment`s diliberation, he disappeared into the streets.

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