A Man In Tune (Open)

[— sogetsu]

Self Deafening
Rank: D
Skill: Ninjutsu
Effect: The user temporarily deafens their ears.
Special: Dragon
Drawback: Cannot be undone until time has expired. Cannot be used on others.
Description: In performing the said hand seal, the user focuses charka to their own eardrums and creates a thick layer over them. In doing so, the user becomes temporarily deaf and incapable of hearing sounds what so ever. This layer of charka however may not be canceled by will, and the user must wait for the duration of the jutsu for it to end. The effects of such a jutsu last only two posts due to the weak strength of it, however it is completely effective at making the user deaf.
Limit: Must have Sound Release

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"Son!"

Sogetsu couldn't help but roll his eyes as Daisetsu grabbed him by the shoulders, pulling him into a fatherly embrace that caused his body to altogether go limp. The power of the congratulatory swats on his back was almost enough to make him fall to the floor and pass out, but he managed to yank himself away just long enough to hold his hands afront himself. "Hey, it's not a big deal. It was just a mission.." Sogetsu stated. He gave his father an incredulous look in regards to his praise. Aiko threw an arm around his shoulder and gave him a thumbs up, though an apathetic Sogetsu shrugged. "But it was an important mission, my son. You did well. Just as you saved lives not long ago, this man completed his task without a hitch." The Genin shruggedh is shoulders. "You two are constantly changing. One minute, you're reserved to everyone. The next minute, you're full of emotions. This is why I wonder about our people.." Sogetsu murmured, catching Aiko and Daisetsu out of the corner of his eye.

Daisetsu merely laughed. "Well, we're family. We have to stick together, my son. Outsiders are.....troublesome. You know this.." he admitted. Sogetsu sighed as he moved past the two of them. Unmotivated to go through the motions of reliving the past encounters they'd had with people, he placed Amatsumara on her stand in his room and sat down on his bed. Leaning back, he lifted a hand and brushed his silver-white locks away from his visage. He didn't even want to fathom what Daisetsu would be talking to Aiko about. Figuring that he would skip the pleasantries and get right back into his training, he sat forward on the edge of the bed and began to think over his Sound Jutsu. There was one in particular that intrigued him - and consequently, it'd be useful to block out his parents's conversation.

Bringing his hands together, Sogetsu pursed his lips together and focused on his chakra. Every point reacted almost immediately. He attempted to block out his Ranzatsu senses for the moment, simply allowing his own chakra to coat his body and swirl comfortably within. Moments passed before his chakra began to separate, most of it perishing back into his systems as a reserve for later. But what was left would ebb at the center of his torso. He began to lift it up by sheer force of will, only separating it once it had reached the highest point of his abdomen. The chakra now began to take on the form of a layer. Coating both of his ears, his eyes narrowed slightly. He had attempted to self-deafen himself, and now it was high time he practiced the art.

He started by reaching toward Amatsumaru, slowly pulling the blade out of its scabbard. The usual sound of a scream of metal against handle was usually heard. But at this point, naught would come to him. There was only the silence, aiding him in his endeavor to drown out every audible possibility around him. A few swings would surely force sounds of wind being parted with every motion of his powerful arm. But nay, nothing would come. He grinned slightly to himself as he flipped the blade multiple times. Regardless of the strength of his thrust, or if he would even place it upon a pedastal and attempt to grind two materials together. Nothing would come. The Sealf-Deafening technique had appeared to work.

Finally, Sogetsu stood to full height and straightened out his vest. Moving to the door threshold of his room, he slowly allowed his head to poke out of his room to see if he could discern the conversation between Daisetsu and Aiko. Sure enough, there was nothing that would come to him. He ambled forward and couldn't hear the cadence of his boots against the carpeting - another good sign that he had taken control of his abilities and harnessed the power of Sound Jutsu. Daisetsu could be seen sitting at the dinner table discussing things with Aiko. As his lips moved, the Genin could only read his lips as a result of visual prowess.

"Awesome. Now I don't have to hear their escapades at night..." he mused with a look of disgust.

[Beltran]

Learned

[— sogetsu]

Bo-karu Koukyoukyoku Chishiki (Vocal Symphony Knowledge)
Rank: D, C, B, A, S
Skill: Ninjutsu
Effect: Allows the user to use Gakushi Voice techniques.
Special: Handseals
Drawback: The user cannot perform hand seals when utilizing voice techniques.
Description: This technique is the user's ability to combine their chakra with the vibrations emanating from their vocal cords, creating the unique voice techniques. In order to be able to perform a Voice technique, the user must have this technique of a corresponding rank. Thus, if they want to learn a D Rank Voice technique, they must have Bo-karu Koukyoukyoku Chishiki D Rank. C Rank is required for C Rank techniques, and so on.
Limit: Sound Release

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"Do I really have to do this? Isn't there a substitute somewhere?"

The question was asked in annoyance as Sogetsu stood atop the roof of the Ranzatsu abode. Daisetsu couldn't help but burst into laughter as a hardy hand slapped him across the back. Staggering forward, Sogetsu eyed him with an incredulous look. A scroll of multiple Sound Ninja Arts had been granted to him by his teasing father, and the one art that they would be working on in particular would force him to do something that he barely ever enjoyed - singing[/u]. "It's necessary if you want to master Oto No Jutsu, Sogetsu. Trust me - I wasn't fond of learning Vocal Symphony, either. But your mother was kind enough to help." Somehow, this didn't make the Ranzatsu feel any better.

The technique before him required a user to summon their chakra. An easy feat all in itself, but it also required that the use their vocal cords to produce steady vibrations. The sound carried with a great volume depending on the voice that was using it. As such, the chakra would thereafter mingle and mix with it to form something more potent to be used. Still, the auditory requirement to lift up his voice and "sing" wasn't an aspect of training that he had been looking forward to. With a heavy sigh, Sogetsu turned away from his smiling parent and focused his attention onto his tenketsu.

"Rise.." he murmured.

The word was simple enough. But with its swift vibrations emanating from his gullet, he would have to fuse it with the chakra he summoned. Handseals had been performed in the time he had said that single word. As swiftly as it had carried, however, he had captured it with the control over Sound that he already possessed. "There has to be more, my son. If you expect your words to carry and fuse with the chakra, then you have no choice but to become more.....talkative," he joked. Sogetsu had lost the technique by now, and thus he would have to produce more vibrations by voice. But before he could attempt it, Daisetsu had revealed to him another scroll.

"....No. No way in Hell!" Sogetsu exclaimed.

"What!? It helped me! Just try it!" Daisetsu exclaimed. Sogetsu's glare was almost life-threatening, but he reached out after a minute and took the parchment. After reading over the lines of this atrocity thoroughly, he handed it back to his father and sighed once again. Aiko was probably going to laugh and send the waves of her brouhaha to his ears. Without further adieu and a glare at Daisetsu, handseals were performed before he began to open his mouth once more and let words reach the air.

".....I feel pretty..
...Oh so pretty....
I feel pretty, and witty, and..."

He stared at Daisetsu.

"....Gaaaaay..." he stressed in regards to the song.

But surely enough, his vocal symphony would come through with flying colors as the chakra began to fuse with his words. The vibrations within the air began to carry with such potency that even Daisetsu, though laughing heartily, had to respect the level of competence that the Ranzatsu possessed. Sogetsu's voice began to carry as he continued the song, his chakra dancing and twisting into every syllable that left his lips. He had to ignore the definite laughter that he now heard from Aiko, closing his eyes tight and singing the rest of the melody so that he might carry the transition of vocal cord symphony knowledge to its final note.

Oh, they were going to pay for this.

"....I hate you both."

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[Beltran]

Learned

[— sogetsu]

Kara-tame-nioi Jigen (Sight to Scent Dimension)
Rank: C
Skill: Ninjutsu, Supplementary
Effect: Perceives sights as scents
Special: “Hand Seals”
Drawback: Only applies to images within the viewing range.
Description: Through the strange wiring of their blood line the Ranzatsu is able to perceive images as smells. This in no way affects their ability to see but their actual sense of sight is secondary to the scents.
Limit: Must be a Kankaku Ranzatsu

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The night did well to mask his movements through the trees.

The tails of his coat whipped about violently, giving him the appearance and sound of a bat that gracefully flew through the branches and perched atop the last tree before freedom. Ice blue eyes, alert and searching the distance, were hidden well beneath the luminous glow of the moon. He'd taken up this mission of his own accord, regardless of Aiko's words. An unnamed group of Missing Ninja had made use of a tower that loomed on the outskirts of the village. What better a way to prove his worth than to eradicate those who stood in the way? Lifting a gloved hand and pushing his locks back and away from his countenance, the Genin dropped down to the earth below.

Sogetsu casually strode forward, utilizing his abilities as a Ranzatsu to survey the area for anything that wasn't familiar. A sea of rather tall grass awaited him as he approached the only field that separated him from the tower. Abandoned and decrepit as it looked in the distance, he would move onward and at least ensure that rumors were not fact. His eyes seemed to move over the field of grass, small portions of flora jutting forth out of the mass and delivering a certain sense to his nose. But he couldn't quite tell what type of flowers he was dealing with. The deception of ninja was a matter not to be taken lightly. As such, he would hone in on the details that he could gather about the field of endless green.

Sogetsu allowed his hands to come together, quickly manipulating his digits to create handseals. "....Nothing will stop me.." he noted to himself. The pride of Otogakure was reflected as a determination of fire began to burn from deep within. Sogetsu's chakra pushed outward and into the atmosphere as he attempted to twist his senses and tune his eyes to the flowers and the grass. But it was increasingly difficult - the natural path of the wind was interfering with his true ability to concentrate on anything his nostrils would come across. He stepped forward for paces and lowered to a knee. Pushing his hand out and toward the grass, he broke off a small portion of it and examined it.

It was still a bit wet from an earlier shower. Bringing it up to his eyes, he thoroughly gazed at the broken blades and thought for seconds before his senses began to kick in of their own accord. Though nowhere near perfect, he was able to pick apart that the entire area seemed sweet to the smell. Human hands hadn't tampered around within the fields, and thus he could move forward with little care. Another moment to be thankful for his bloodline's ability, it seemed. The Ranzatsu stood to full height and continued onward. His blade would occasionally move out of its scabbard, cutting into the grass and forcing it apart as he trekked the distance between himself and the entrance to the tower.

Once again, he'd attempt to use his sense of sight to bring about the senses of smell. His handseals, those same ones from before, were processed and used to concentrate his chakra into its required state. Birthed from his gullet and once more allowing him to realize that his senses were switching, he looked at the very base of the tower and began to ponder just what would lay in store for his nose. Construction materials began to find themselves alert to his nose. This tower was undoubtedly old, and yet he was still getting signs of former life from it. Secretly, Sogetsu wondered just what would come of invading such a place.

Only one way to find out..

[— sogetsu]

- Second Post -

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There needed to be little subtlety. Death was nigh for those who had betrayed the village's trust. And as such, Sogetsu kept his pace forward with little concern for who would see him. His left hand slowly unwrapped Amatsumara from its place at his side, the indifference upon his face almost unsettling. With scabbard in hand, narrowed eyes fell upon two shinobi who appeared to be guarding the only entrance to the lair that held his quarry. Though he thrived in the night, it was difficult to discern just what weaponry or items they had concealed. Once again, he would have to call on his Ranzatsu abilities to give him the information that he sought. He'd temporarily allow his sword to be shoved into the earth for seconds.

His palms came together, and handseals were already visibly at work. "What are you doing!?" The words were meaningless. Trivial to one who had already fathomed their deaths and was simply delivering the message to those that deserved and yearned for it. Even with their slow approach and drawn weapons, furrowed eyebrows worked as his chakra began to filter out and into his system. It was like a new plateau of ability had been reached. Further instruction was given to him as he began to witness them flanking him. These sacrificial sheep were providing the greatest opportunity for him to view their inventory through his sense of sight.

The first of the two, athletic in frame but an empty threat nonetheless. The sight of blades sticking out from his attire were received by the Ranzatsu as his hands hovered warily over them. Sogetsu's mixed senses whirred to life as he narrowed his eyes in concentration. He took a deep breath, and within his nose he could detect a number of anomalies. The smell of sulfur was the most potent - his adversary was most likely armed with explosive equipment. To dispose of him first would have been the best option. Still, he couldn't quite tell the rest of what sight he could turn into smell. Allowing his gaze to fall onto the second shinobi through peripheral vision, he'd begin his focus once again.

It didn't take him long to see the likes of dirt and gaia upon his clothing. This was a child of the Mokuton nature, no doubt. Though Sogetsu hadn't been well-versed in it himself, the smell of the forest began to invade his nose. It was akin to this sack of flesh having spent much of his time below the earth, dwelling among the maggots and honing his skill in the hopes that one day he would meet with a worth opponent. Luckily, the Ranzatsu would provide such a pleasure with only the pull of his blade away from the ground to accentuate his desire to do battle with them. "Hmph! A loyal Otogakure punk, hmm? Kill him where he stands!" Sogetsu merely narrowed his eyes as he lowered his body toward the earth, jumping sideways to avoid the narrow blades of his assailants.

He could see the swords as clear as day now. Swinging through the air, the smell of metal began to filter into his senses and deliver details to him that had not been there once before. He could tell that they were freshly made - no smell of blood came off of the swords as they once again aimed for him. Sogetsu merely ducked beneath the oncoming attacks. His blade pierced the air, and thereafter spurts of blood would surely spill across the ground. He gazed at the essence for what appeared to be eons, taking in the smell that approached even though he was nowhere close enough to ascertain that information on his own. There was iron in the bloodshed.

....No choice but to spill more, it seemed.

[— sogetsu]

- Third Post -

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"Die!"

A simple set of instructions as the Ranzatsu stood to full height and held Amatsumara with a powerful grip of his right hand. The scabbard was secure within his left. The hard crunch of grass and earth beneath his boots signified that he was beginning to move closer to his quarry. Fresh carvings had been made all over their abdomens. Clean cuts, the wounds gaping and leaking their essence in a rapid fashion. The Ranzatsu portion of his abilities once more kicked in as he watched them lay dying. Like a towering figure over them, there was a mild interest as his eyes took in even the minute details of their injuries. "How does it feel...?" he began. As if the answer wasn't evident, he knelt down and reached forward with two fingers. His ministrations were rude. Void of feeling.

....Or was it that he was feeling everything?

His sense of sight once more took to penetrating his cognizance, a free hand brushing back his silver locks into their usual slicked back and spiked fashion. The blood now had a much stronger appearance to it, what with their wounds producing so much fluid. Not only had his eyesight caught a more than satisfactory look at his prey. But in the end, their sacrifice would be used to hone his skill further. The smell of iron was now strong within his nose. Lifting the O-Katana to full view, even that began to wreak of a smell as his eyes were placed on it. Still, retribution had to be served. Sheathing the blade after a single spin, Sogetsu moved past the threshold of the entrance.

The tower's floor appeared to be made of the finest marble. Sogetsu was almost tempted to keep his eyes closed - the very plethora of smells that reached his eyes would surely invade his nose and drive him to madness. Strange how quiet it had become since the Ranzatsu had entered. Not a single soul lingered here in the tower as far as he could tell. With his eyesight being used, he would begin to search for any smells that might help answer the question of just why the tower looked as though the first floor had been abandoned. There was something amiss, though Sogetsu cared little for it.

Stepping in slow circles in an attempt to find anything, his eyes frantically searched. The ice blue of those oceans spoke of a concrete resolve that he had ordered. The smell that began to accompany him, however, seemed less commanding and a bit more subtle. As his eyes fell upon a particular pillar that rose into the ceiling, he could faintly smell what appeared to be a fragrance and a perfume. The opposition was beginning to grow closer to him. Luckily, it had seemed that he had desired this skirmish all along. His eyes were beginning to uncover secrets.

Secrets such as what it smelled like when one was able to turn around and see death before their final moments. A hidden infantryman seemed to step out and into the open. Sogetsu's eyes would first be placed upon him. No handseals were needed, as this particular jutsu that he had become quite adept at using was supplementary. It only required a keen sense. Swiftly did the Ranzatsu take to the walls, clinging to them before finding the target who had so willingly given his life. With a single stroke of the blade, that familiar smell of blood filled his nose as his eyes viewed the spectable of murder before him.

And yet, he was nowhere near finished..

[Draven]

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[Se`faelne`some`]

Tessen Hanro [Tessen Opening]

SPOILER: Click to show

Rank: D
Skill: Taijutsu
Effect: This is the process of learning how to correctly open a Tessen or Shushken.
Special: --
Drawback: 
Description: The act of opening a fan is an art many masters spend their lives perfecting. The exact strength of the wrist, precision of movements, needed accuracy and hand eye coordination are extremely difficult to join together. Add in the weight of the fan and it seems much more daunting. Therefore a student is required to become at least proficient in opening a fan before they are allowed to progress within Habikoru Tessen. 
Limit: Must be a follower of Tessen Jutsu

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She was dressed in the following items of clothing, fancy hat with a pair of bangles. she has a few pieces bangles in her hair that tinkle as she moves. she wear a ball gown dress that is an golden color edging with gray brown as the main color. it has most of herself dressed, but it has parts of her tummy showing with a lilac pattern. her dress has two slits on the front so that the long dark one hangs down like a really long loincloth, she calls it the latest fashion. Covered over top of everything was her cloak, that contained the following, 48 Makibishi, 45 Darts, 15 Bo-Shuriken, 45 Hira-Shuriken, two Kunai, an single Scroll, a Walkie-Talkie, an 8 inch Length Flashlight and 20 Flint stones.


Mouse smiled as her hand glided over her fan, her mind went back to her days in the finishing school, her smile played across her dull red face as she had scrubbed at herself too hard last evening, her mind dismissed what had happen the few hours before wincing as her body moved. Her shoulders, chest, hips and the bottoms of her feet hurt the most. She forced her body moved into a lady like walk her feet feeling like it was walking on glass, her hand holding the fan, she remembered when she held it,

Heavy would be used to say about this fan that the school gave her to use. Her teacher had said to open just so, but how was just so? Her hand held loosely up, it dropped to the floor. Her cheeks redden as she bent to pick it up. She was going to master this move, even if it killed her lady like look. Her teacher was watching her like a cat would watch a mouse. Her hand moved trying to copy the movement of her teacher. Her hand managed to keep a hold of the heavy fan as she tried to flip it open fully. She wanted to see the fan open wide, her fate has decide. Her hands moved though the motions, almost wielding it now. The class ended with her no closer to her goal. They were given wrist weights to wear and she wore them for the gaining of an right to become a lady.

Weeks later and classes later, her hands grew stronger, until she was there that fateful day, the day she she knew it was time to learn. Her fingers moved with her learn grace, her wist suddenly moved in a snap, the fan reacted. By opening up in an jerking manner, her face sweat dropped as she closed the fan with an clumsy manner. Her wrist jerked and the fan moved opening after it jerked upward slightly to show one or two of the fan blades together still.

Her nose moved into an winkle and her hands shut it and started it an again. Her wrist moved as she held onto the fan in an manner of an grace now, her eyes closed as she thought about what movement she would need. Her hand held onto the fan as it unfolded with an snap into open fan. Her eyes opened and she stared at the fan like she had done something really out there. Her eyes could not believe that she had opened the fan finally.

Her hand sought to close the fan now, to perform the task again. Her eyes were sparkling as she open the fan again, her wrist moved with an flicking motion as her fingers held onto the weapon. Her training with the weights was paying off finally. The fan opened gracefully now, under her command with an snap of an lady would make. She then closed it one last time for one more try of this fan.

Her hand moved gracefully in an hard snapping force as she flicked her wrist to open the fan up. The fan made an noise of an snapping sound as it opened up to show the white fan,with gleaming metal ribs on it, her face was one of happiness as she moved to shut the fan. She bowed to her teacher.

Mouse moved though the streets as the flashback left her mind, her body aching calling for an rest that she would not give to it. She was not an weak child. She was an woman now, eighteen years old. Her footsteps fell on the grass as she moved though the woods trying to make sure her footstep were ones of nothing. She paused as she took in an old tower, to stand in front of the tower, the story around it was that missing ninja used it was widely talked about, she figured that it was scare children away when she had heard it. She turned to to look at it in, the moonlight did it more justice then in the sunshine. Her eyes took in the fact there was dead body in front of the entrance. Her eyes widen, someone had killed, not long ago, her hand went down to check the neck, there was nothing. Her eyes moved to glance into the building, her body straightening up, her face was one of fear but it was also one that would face whatever would happen.

Courage or foolishness?

Some call it foolishness, but in light of what she had just went though, for Mouse. This was, her becoming an woman in her eyes. Her body had an mental rush as she moved at the door, her heart trying to remind what she had just did not long ago. Her mind refused to allow it. Her body moved though the door of the tower, keeping to the right and to the wall. Her body dropped down as she watched an tall figure step out from behind an pillar. The man before the pillar vanished to the wall and drooped to kill the man from behind the pillar. Her pale red lips made no sound, as an man came out of the wall beside of her. Her hand went to the inside of her cloak, pulling the fan out from her person. She would try her hand at the fan tonight and see how it went on defensive moves as she remembered them.

[Nyu]

There is a Ten in this post.

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[Se`faelne`some`]

[exit]

-notes- i will be back once Atsu returns ~ ~ <3 >.> i want to see this go down now. but i need to train and stuffs.

[Se`faelne`some`]

[enters back to and takes back up the RP]

She was dressed in the following items of clothing, fancy hat with a pair of bangles. she has a few pieces bangles in her hair that tinkle as she moves. she wear a ball gown dress that is an golden color edging with gray brown as the main color. it has most of herself dressed, but it has parts of her tummy showing with a lilac pattern. her dress has two slits on the front so that the long dark one hangs down like a really long loincloth, she calls it the latest fashion. Covered over top of everything was her cloak, that contained the following, 48 Makibishi, 45 Darts, 15 Bo-Shuriken, 45 Hira-Shuriken, two Kunai, an single Scroll, a Walkie-Talkie, an 8 inch Length Flashlight and 20 Flint stones. With her two fans on on each side of her hips.

ill be back when your fully back, Atsu. <3

[exit for now]

[— sogetsu]

- exit -