Fukatongo Training [T][P]
Jan 17, 2011 14:59:13 GMT -7
Post by Draven on Jan 17, 2011 14:59:13 GMT -7
[Draven's post] 10/20 Ritual: Koutetsu no Karada C-Rank
Draven was in the middle of his dream. More so it was like a self illusion. He was imagining how it was when his father was showing the principal of creating an illusion. Having a calm mind so that you image can flow. Though without his control this image in his head started on fire. As if the surrounding area he was training, spontaneously combusted. Unknown to him, Inaro was already in the middle of placing the metal on his chest.
The pain was directed into am image in his mind. It was the fire he was seeing. His body was feeling hot. If he breaks his concentration from this image now he would feel the full force of the pain. This he didn't know and just for a moment his mind took a glimpse of the pain. His body reacted with another scream. Though no noise was heard. As if his vocal cords were cut. The sound is silent. He once again had to force his mind back into the pocket of a dream or rather his imagination.
This time he imagined that he was resting within his sister. Having the Fukatongo Blood limit has its advantage. He has a place to go to if the danger was too great. He was imagining the recent time when there was a few explosive tags that were blown up in front of him. His sister reacted by coming out of him, and absorbing him up. The feeling of the rest and calm a washed his entire body. Nothing can touch him in this state or so he though.
Draven felt a burning once again. Though he didn't want to focus on it. But it was eating at his being. Again unknown to him, Inaro was placing the metal on his skull. Perhaps one of the most painful feeling he will have. Though he was trying as hard as he could to push it out of his mind, and not let it in. Though he is only human. He has weaknesses, and fears. The pain eventually invaded his head. The pulsing of his blood could be felt even in his minds eye. It was excruciating. He had to partition part of himself as he was again having a glimpse of this searing pain.
The part of him that he partitioned of was his very soul, that which makes him tick. The other part of him was witnessing what was going on. This was a terrible feeling. Something he will never forget. it showed him how vulnerable he is. If one could experience death and then come back form it, this was perhaps the closest thing you could get to a feeling such as that. Eventually though the pain subsided. Though he was not sure if it was because the ritual was over, or he was becoming numb to the pain.
Draven was in the middle of his dream. More so it was like a self illusion. He was imagining how it was when his father was showing the principal of creating an illusion. Having a calm mind so that you image can flow. Though without his control this image in his head started on fire. As if the surrounding area he was training, spontaneously combusted. Unknown to him, Inaro was already in the middle of placing the metal on his chest.
The pain was directed into am image in his mind. It was the fire he was seeing. His body was feeling hot. If he breaks his concentration from this image now he would feel the full force of the pain. This he didn't know and just for a moment his mind took a glimpse of the pain. His body reacted with another scream. Though no noise was heard. As if his vocal cords were cut. The sound is silent. He once again had to force his mind back into the pocket of a dream or rather his imagination.
This time he imagined that he was resting within his sister. Having the Fukatongo Blood limit has its advantage. He has a place to go to if the danger was too great. He was imagining the recent time when there was a few explosive tags that were blown up in front of him. His sister reacted by coming out of him, and absorbing him up. The feeling of the rest and calm a washed his entire body. Nothing can touch him in this state or so he though.
Draven felt a burning once again. Though he didn't want to focus on it. But it was eating at his being. Again unknown to him, Inaro was placing the metal on his skull. Perhaps one of the most painful feeling he will have. Though he was trying as hard as he could to push it out of his mind, and not let it in. Though he is only human. He has weaknesses, and fears. The pain eventually invaded his head. The pulsing of his blood could be felt even in his minds eye. It was excruciating. He had to partition part of himself as he was again having a glimpse of this searing pain.
The part of him that he partitioned of was his very soul, that which makes him tick. The other part of him was witnessing what was going on. This was a terrible feeling. Something he will never forget. it showed him how vulnerable he is. If one could experience death and then come back form it, this was perhaps the closest thing you could get to a feeling such as that. Eventually though the pain subsided. Though he was not sure if it was because the ritual was over, or he was becoming numb to the pain.