Seeds of Yesterday... [T|PM]

[Celaena Kamyuja]

• Hitoshirezu Kaze (Hidden Wind) [10]
  Rank: C
  Skill: Taijutsu
  Effect: The user steps behind their back with their off-foot, swirling so that their back faces the opponent as they drive a surprise elbow strike into their opponent with their off-elbow.
  Special: --
  Drawback: The user completes this technique with their back to the foe.
  Description: The user steps behind their back with their off-foot, placing it as far forward as their main-foot. The user then swirls to the side to straighten their leg alignment, gracefully avoiding a strike as they do so. They then bring their off-elbow powerfully into the opponent’s side as they complete this swirl, standing nearly right in front of their foe. The user then turns and resumes the stance.
  Limit: Must learn from a Gintsuki no Seikou Mai Master. Must know Tentou (To Invert).

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Once again after a summer break Amarantha's Sensai within the arts of Gintsuki no Seikou Mai had welcomed her into her compound. And with a bow she straightened and listened to the lessons as he began to explain. As he spoke, he showed the movement also, and as she stood there with only her head following his every move, did she find him standing behind her in a blink of an eye. And then very lightly did she feel pressure against her back. She looked around to see that his back was to her, and that his elbow was what touched her back. She nodded once before watching him move before her once more.

“And so this move was called Hitoshirezu Kaze, Hidden Wind, and the only thing you need when preforming this is to have good balance, and to first push off with her off-foot, being your left. Must remember that, as many mistakes have been made with others have preformed this in battle. Your back must be facing the enemies not the other way around. OK show me.” Amarantha nodded and followed into the steps he had just preformed. But as she was about to move, she saw him move also, and the fist would be a connect if she does not avoid it quickly.

She felt her body tense, as she pushed forward with her off-foot being her left, as though she was going to collide with his punch, before twisting elegantly out of the way. Her footing felt perfect as she twirled around in a half circle before realizing that her back was against his. She noted that the speed was clumsy but quick. It was not quick enough though as her sensai saw it happen but she was grateful when he said nothing about it. Very lightly she placed her elbow into his side before turning around quickly and sliding into the Tentou stance. He turned then and was about to attack once again when she turned also, but the movement was slightly different.

As he turned forward with his fist flying forward, she moved forward, missing it barely before twisting around having her back against his once again. And this time her elbow jabbed him in his spine. She noted that her footing was superb, as it basically glided in and out of the stances as though she was dancing. And the speed was much better that time also. As soon as she delivered the elbow, she turned and slid into the stance once more. And waited for farther instructions...

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+9; 9|10.

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“Again, child.”
Amarantha did as she was ordered and twirled until she was behind her sensai. Her feet work was perfect as was her speed. She basically glided around until her back was against his before she lightly touched his back with her elbow. And then she turned around as fast as possible before sliding into the Tentou stance. Just as she did so she leapped toward her, his movements much more faster than before. He gave off two fast punches which she dodged perfectly before ducking under another to end up behind him once more.

Her feet slipped into the steps gracefully, her off-foot moving according to plan. And then to end it she had elbowed him with her off-elbow, both being their left. It was done this time she was sure of it...

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+1; Learned.

Sorry. Lawl.

[Celaena Kamyuja]

• Oto Anpurifaia (Sound Amplifier). [10] [10]
  Rank: D, C, B, A, S-rank.
  Skill: Ninjutsu.
  Effect: Allows the user to increase the range of their songs and or voice.
  Special: --
  Drawback: --
  Description: In order to increase the effectiveness and range of their songs, some flutist have learned how to literally create a buffer around them which increases the potency of sound traveling outward. The user will begin by emitting a thick layer of chakra around them, which will expand around them in a dome-like formation. From here, whatever sound they make will flow through the buffer and increase according to how much chakra is within the buffer (in other words, the learned rank of the technique); this means that within the buffer the sound is normal, however once entering it and exiting it takes a tremendous leap.
  
  • D: Ten additional meters.
    
  • C: Twenty additional meters.
    
  • B: Forty additional meters.
    
  • A: Seventy additional meters.
    
  • S: One-hundred additional meters.
  
  
  Limit: Sound Release

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Mist drifted through the trees. The moon, not quite full, was a yellow halo, dull and yet glaring. Around the moon a red ring gave off an ominous glow. A dangerous time, this cycle of the moon, especially when the mist came in thick and heavy, covering the ground a foot or so high, winding in and out of the trees as if alive. The mist muffled sound, dulled the senses, giving advantages to the shadowy figures that preyed upon the unwary. Trees appeared as giant misshapen scarecrows with outstretched arms, swaying slightly, just enough to give them the appearance of monsters.

Amarantha had known real monsters and the dense forest of trees veiled in gray didn’t alarm her in the least. She made her way through the forest, enjoying the way the fog wrapped around her legs and made her feel as if she was walking through clouds. The wind rushed through the trees, kicking up leaves and swirling mist around tree trunks. The mist began to rise from the floor as she walked and before long an eerie tune escaped from her and began to rise in volume.
“Lost in the darkness, hoping for a sign … Instead there's only silence, can't you hear my screams?...”

Her vocalization was delicate and powerful and to all that hears her cries would be lost for all time. The volume was low, appealing but full of emotion and one scale to the next did her voice begin to echo throughout the forest in ghostly whispers. At this point of time she did not care what volume it was echoing at. All she knew was that it wasn't forty meters out and around, not even twenty. But the sound that was forming from her vocal cords was enough to sink into the night around her, hypnotizing the ignorant and calming their greedy souls. Coating them into forgiveness, the souls of the needy and not the deadly.

Amarantha swung her arms gracefully around her, the long sleeves of her kimono swing with her lithe movements as she danced through the mist within the forest. And with another intake to air did she pronounce the next set of words neatly, and much more loudly.
“Never stop hoping … Need to know where you are; But one thing's for sure, you're always in my heart...”
Her voice was nearly operatic, clear as glass and powerful as any soprano singer. The volume was not as loud as it should be within such degree with the technique but loud enough to be herd from several meters. And as she floated around one tree trunk did she cry her next set of words, low and smoothing, but louder than the previous set.

“I'll find you somewhere, I'll keep on trying … Until my dying day; I just need to know, whatever has happened, the truth will free my soul...”
With a swing of her arms did she end her aria before pulling out her Mateki and blew into the mouth piece swiftly. The operatic solo of the notes screaming from her demonic flute was haunting. The notes swept into the livings mind, coating them in a haunted sorrow, or even if she wanted to, make their hair stand on end, scaring them to death. But at the current moment she was focusing on the volume, of both vocals and music...

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“Lost in the darkness, tried to find your way home … I want to embrace you, and never let you go...”
The flute sang out each note bewitchingly, so cold and influential, leading the way as it echoed its path for her. The haunting tones which vibrated out sank deeper into ones mind, hers included until she wanted to cry. The volume was loud, deafening and dreamy but the volume was not yet maximised so she did not stop her performance. She felt her body shiver with the magic she was forecasting, and her breath quivered as she breathed it into the flute before her fingers covered the needed keyholes.

Like before her chakra was infused in with her music, each note was coated with her Oto chakra as she played the night away. And like before the volume rose in octave until it was echoing. She swayed with her music, her eyes closed in concentration, her hair free, long and flowing with her slender long fingers covering the keyholes swiftly. A few more moments of blissful music before her vocal cords took over, and neatly as it was. And again her voice was soft, she had a light and lyric vocal and as she sang each verse out, it progressed neatly with her flute playing.

“Almost hope you're in heaven, so no one can hurt your soul … Living in agony, cause I just do not know … Where you are...”
And once again she sang along her chorus. The volume was approximately thirty two and still growing in thickness. Birds awakened above her head way before their time and sang along with her until everything was in perfect harmony. The play was beginning to draw to its end, yet it was alive and nostalgic in a way, and before long she was swaying, the pull to play more was calling as she brought her flute back up to her lips. First moist of tears began to wet her cheeks as she blew into the mouth piece and then second her swaying body was shuddering as she sobbed into the flute.

Eclipsed in her own emotion the music sounded touching and as she played it, it began to swell until it was almost a nightmare of sound.
…Whatever has happened … The truth will free my soul...
The lullaby was now slowing as a long instrumental was creeping into the play. It started off sad, a melancholy created for those to cry and seek comfort. The lament soon changed to a part pandemonium as the notes quickened up once more as it became dark and portentous before slowing once more into a slow low-spirited whisper. Shredding the last notes of sadness she pulled the flute away from her lips and sang in her highest note possible: D6.

To fully awaken her voice, never minding that the whole song was sang out perfectly and evenly, she allowed her voice to release out in a blow of freedom. The volume should be marketing its loudest for her level as her vocal coated chakra began to awaken anything around her.
“Wherever you are, I won't stop searching … Whatever it takes me to know...”
Her breath left her lungs and her voice awakened the night with song. Moonlight leaped to the chance of greeting her voice before fading behind the clouds passing by. The volume reached it peak before she brought her flute back to her lips and played the ending credits of her song. The notes were heavenly as they swept into the world awakening up the wind as she blew into the trees. The notes were sharp, freaky, but well-formed. And with the end of the song, the loudest note rang the area before sacrificing to the dead of night.

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A new day, a new song. The sun was bright and her mood was not in the least bit sad or scary. “Child, I herd a beautiful song last night, but it was awfully sad. Do play something for me? A love song, perhaps?” Amarantha pulled out her Mateki and blew into the mouth piece. At once notes were awakened and the tune was loud, deafening but crystal clear. Thirty five was the limit she had reached last night and so she had to progress her abilities until forty was the limit.

Pulling the flute from her lips, she opened her mouth and emit a beautiful sound into the crisp morning air.
“What lies before me, what stands between … No one can tell me, what I have seen … Some see the tarnish, I see the gleam, I have to wonder … I have to dream...”
As each note was progressed from her throat, the notes stayed high and beautiful. The volume made the open land alive with it and the long grass danced along with the push of her chakra infused vocals. The wind carried the notes out into the world around them, and the sound vibrated a farther more until finally dying out in the meters approximately thirty nine.

But as she played the notes on her flute, she could not register them to go beyond thirty five. Her voice was much more powerful and so therefore the music could not match. Nevertheless she played the intro to her song before pulling the flute from her and began singing once more, staring at Terre but angled her voice as to not deafen her.
“One dream can change you, one dream can make … All the difference, one heart can take...”
In stead of singing the next lines as any normal singer would, she bright her flute to her lips and blew into the piece. Each note was soft and caring, like that of sunshine over sunflowers in a field of green. The sound was loud and ranged over a large amount of field, but still the approximate amount was still low for the needed of forty meters.

Amarantha shrugged her shoulders as she blew into the piece:
...I dream of flying … I'm in mid-air … I have to wonder … What's out there...
A few pipes of strong flute notes before her voice took over once more.
“The skies the limit, today's the day … The heavens are still there, when skies are gray...”
She swayed when she sang her notes, and all the while the volume grew in waves until the limit was almost reached. Ignoring Terre she continued to play her flute, as the volume was not that pleasing. And as she blew into the piece, the sound was welcoming within the fields around them.

Each note was beautiful, pleasant and caring. Birds approached slowly tweeting along with each note until it seemed to harmonise perfectly. She closed her eyes again as she played, and slowly, very displeasing, the volume began to awaken and take hold onto a much louder mass.
...Some days are better, than they seem … Some days are better, because you dream...
She breathed in a deep note and allowed it to sweep into the awaiting land. The volume was particularly strong and she was pleased with it. Power soaked each and every note until the area around them seemed to be swing with music notes. And the wind danced it was very much like a play in the middle of nowhere...

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“On rainbows to rainbows, on starlight to star … To dream isn't that what, tomorrow is for … Only a dreamer knows what I know, what it's like to wonder … And then let go...”
Now it seemed as though she voice was singing to a child. Her voice was soft, loud still but warm and charming. Each note was soaked with Oto chakra, and before long the volume had reached its limit. She was pleased as she swing back and forth while singing, and then all she had to do now was widen the limit for her flute.

She brought the instrument up to her lips and blew gently into the mouth piece.
...On rainbows to rainbows, I know what I seem … I have to wonder, I have to dream...
And with the end of her song did she finally hit the note perfectly. The sound was perfect, as was the sway of the way she preformed it. Forty meters the music still played and to make sure she wasn't hearing things, she had Terre go up there and let her know.

For the hell of it now she allowed an instrumental to sweep into the song and it was just right. Bright bouncy notes hit the air and the wind took it away. The play was efficient and useful when she awakened the notes into awaken the rage of sound. And before long she had Terre dancing down in the field below. Amarantha stood then, and took the flute from her lips to breathe in some fresh air. Her kimono blew in the wind and as she closed her eyes, she brought the flute to her lips and played the notes which belonged to a smoothing, healing melody.

The sound waves were not available to her eyes but she could hear them as she played her song of accomplishment, believing the skill she had just done been completed. But to fully end this song she played until she could not play any longer. With eyes partly open she watched as Terre danced the morning away until her age got the better of her. Even still after that she did not top her song until her lungs burned, and her celebration was played.

“I have … to dream!”
And just to end it, she had sung a sharp C4 to end her shout. Below her she bowed to a chapping Terre before bring her flute back up to her lips. Another song was in order, but nevertheless she had reached the required level of meters. And the brilliant chakra control helped her succeed...

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+40; Learned.

[Celaena Kamyuja]

Same Technique again. A rank

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Wrapped in golden notes, Amarantha played the melody of both pain and sorrow. It wrapped her up and tugged at her heart until it grew too heavy. All she could hear was the music playing in her head, within the walls, and within the breeze. The tune was loud and haunting, and so terribly cold, so terribly frozen. It was her song, and as she blew into the Demonic flute, all she could do to stop the crying, was play. It kept her fingers busy, it kept her breath in use and it awakened her chakra which was always alive, warm and strong.

The melody carried on, lifting the hairs on her arms and neck as though pulled by invisible strings. Claws stroked her backbone as she blew into the piece and awakened a low dreadful tone which not only startled her but Terre next to her as well. She sobbed into the piece and the tune lifted up, creepy. But overall the notes were beautiful. Her two pets were drawn by the sound of her music and alone as she felt, her pets cried along with her, meowing high pitched until it blend in well with the musical notes she cast with her flute. Next came the workers which keeps her dwelling as clean and warm as ever.

Concertos and operas were composed and played on a perfectly tuned piano along with her haunting music until it sounded like a play of the damned. But it did not matter, her chakra was out and swelling in the thickness of the music room, the distance it covered as it travelled in the dome of chakra she created was fixed on forty meters and the music room was not even that size. But still it didn't cheer her up. She felt as though she was trapped in a well that was filling up with frozen water, coating her until even ice clung to her skin and she was bare. Amarantha played the song with her eyes closed. Her hair was braided thickly and hang over her right shoulder.

And she wore a thin nightgown which hugged her curves perfectly. She looked like snow white as her skin was pale like marble. She opened her eyes slowly and peered around and stared into the faces around her and unexpectedly she cried out again, the tune of her notes flying out randomly before she pulled them back under control. Her body was shaking now, and if no body had known they would have thought her to be laughing. The music droned on and with each second the song deepened until it was sad beyond imagine. The music was moving through her and into the flute, to pour out the torrent of emotion that sometimes threatened to overwhelm her.

Her fingers slid across the keyholes, immediately responding to the sadness in her heart. The music flowed into space, unrequited desperation, boundless suffering unanswered. Chill. Permafrost. A storm that would never be sated. Amarantha always knew the moment her chakra answered her call and began strengthening itself before spreading to widen and louden her music.

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And as the music swelled beneath her fingers, awaken the air around her, them, rose to a crescendo of rioting emotions. She felt the first twinge of something quite familiar as her alternative self answered her cry. Her fingers raced across the keyholes, fluttered and coaxed, so that the music took on life. There was no warning what-so-ever. One moment she was lost in her music and the next a rough hand gripped over her heart leaving her in pain. With this new found pain, her music deepened evermore, forcing her household to leave the room.

She was aware of releasing her flute, felt it drop to her lap as her fingers closed around her aching left breast. And with her chakra still present in the room, it, by its own accord coated her throat before she screamed out in song.
“This medication can't save me, and desperation takes hold of me … I wanted to believe in all of this, I wanted to believe in you...!”
Her voice vibrated throughout the music room, the scream so cold yet so alive with pain, with suffering. She had no idea she was rocking, ripping her chest as she continued to sing her song. The volume was unreal.

It sounded louder due to both the volume she had created with the dome as well as her natural powers of a Kamyuja. Force scream jutsu was not in play at this current moment but it could have been with the genuine sound. The walls growled and dust fell from the roof. Yet still she sang her heart out, no longer Amarantha but Adelpha. And the song was cold, sad, very much morbid.
“All I am, all I have, leads me down these roads again … Take my hand, show me the way, and never bring me back here!”

“Determination is pushing me, and perseverance is what I bleed! I wanted to believe in all of this, I wanted to believe in you...!”
Authorized pain was sweeping into her song, and it brought along the notes of sorrow and hatred. Once it was sad and cold, but now it was violent and thermogenic. A servant girl poked her head in and one look at Adelpha frozen her in place. Adelpha stared at the female with cold watchful eyes as she roared her song to the heavens. And by now the chakra barrier she had formed around her was now thick and strong.

Slowly the volume loudened, and the meters crept to widen the distance. The learning was already in play. Unexpectedly her right hand released her chest and rose into the air as she sang out her next lines of pain. The unexpected movement cause the servant girl to leap into the air and left the room with tears already forming in her eyes.
“These are my unanswered prayers, the time has come for me to say goodbye! God please hear me, CALLING!”

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“These are my unanswered prayers, the time has come for me to say goodbye! God please hear me, calling!”
Her outcry overtook the sobbing in the hallway as she sang her song with meaning. Adelpha growled the next few lines before ending her song with a loud lament of hurt. And then her fingers wrapped around her flute before she blew into the piece. The music overtook the echoing of her scream, and the tune was that of sadness. Though the notes were soaked in hot potential, the song would never be as cold as it was before.

Abruptly the feeling of hatred became so strong that her play took on the rhythm of that of pure horror. And outside she could only imagine what they were thinking. In a torturous mood, she pulled the flute from her lips and simply whistled. The tune was ear-splitting, registering the height of that of a flute. The sharp produce pitches above G10 and that was nearly inhuman by any standards. Whistling continuously had the volume rattling the windows and causing dust to fall from the roof.

She continued this for another minute or so before she brought her flute up to her lips and blew into the piece hitting the highest note ever. And then the music started up once more. It was beautiful and compelling, much like the symphony of music always playing in her head. She pored the notes she imagines and presses them into her flute in music of calmly beauty. She herd her mansion breathe a sigh as it listened to her song. She found herself much calmer now.

Her torturous mood leaving her happy. But still, music seethed and roared, filling the large room, an edgy, compelling melody as dark and driven as she was. The notes ripped from deep within her soul, moved through her fingers to the keyholes drilled into the flute. The music was one of the few things that reminded her she was alive and not the dead she so sometimes wishes to be. Her fingers were once again picking up another rhythm. Dark. Moody.

The melody took hold of her, demanding to be released. Emotions were crowding in fast and hard, so many she couldn't sort them out, she could only sit very still with her fingers flashing over her beloved flute. Adelpha was almost paralyzed with so many emotions bombarding her. The music. Hunger. Lust. It was a volcano, molten hot, adding to her edgy feeling. And her music took hold.

She wondered what was wrong with her. But at the moment she didn't care. She had zoned out and then was reawakened to the feeling of happiness, and this hunger was so warm that when she played, her feet were tapping a rhythm along with her music. At once she zoned in onto her chakra only to realize that the meters had widen in distance. Though it wasn't by much, being only thirty five, it was a surprise in how fast she was progressing. It was pleasing.

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The music poured out of her, through her, so much emotion she was choking with it. She took a deep calming breath, fought for control and won. The intake of breath had her flute whistling for air before she blew into it once more and swung with her notes. Slowly her play began to renew itself into a swing of something rather romantic, and very quickly the tune when dreamy. She had no idea when she had closed her eyes, or zoned out again, but as soon as her eyes opened once again she saw Terre in the room with her. The sudden appearance had her flute gasping for notes before she blew into it casually in hopes to show that she was not disturbed by any means.

Slowly she spoke to Terre through her music. The notes even sounded like she had said Terre, you startled me... But of course she did not understand. Thou she sighed and that was enough for Adelpha to blow into the piece to bring the dreamy song to an end. The music moved through Adelpha so that she became the music. And before long she was again singing softly.
“In this world you tried, not leaving me alone behind...”
It was her way for saying sorry and that she was greatful for her company throughout the years. And Terre understood instantly before swaying with her young friends voice.

The notes she carried were beautiful and soft, not at all like the scream she had done before. It was operatic yet not so high but rather releasing, like in silk wrapped tones.
“The memories ease the pain inside, now I know why...”
Quickly Adelpha sung the words out and smiled using her eyes. Terre understood the pain, as any other had not in her past. She understood the music as it was a way of her releasing the pain she feels when it comes to overbearing for her. The volume was indeed loud now. The limit was not yet reached but could have been if she pressed harder.

But she knew if she did, it would tire her out faster and this training was running along smoothly. She brought the flute back up to her lips and played the Chorus with ease:
...All of my memories, keep you near, in silent moments, imagine you'd be here … All of my memories, keep you near, the silent whispers, silent tears...
Hauntingly beautiful as always the flute soaked up all her emotion and played it correctly. The lyrics were said to both Terre and Amarantha, but it was also played for her house, for keeping the barrier growing in size until the distance was wide, until seventy had hit the mark.

Adelpha felt the pain before she knew what was happening. It heated up her blood before her heart seemed to stop beating for a few seconds. This pain felt her breathless, but that too lasted longer than it should have. The change was happening again, and instead of having a fit, she was able to control the pain to a point not to scare others around her. Once again the music played, but Amarantha was back in charge once more. A smile in her eyes sent Terre knowing what had just happened and she swayed along with Amarantha's calm music.

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“Together in all these memories, I see your smile … All the memories I hold dear, darling you know I love you till the end of time”
As Amarantha sang the words out, ignoring the echo as the volume was heavy, she meant every word. She leaned forward and hugged Terre before bringing the flute to her lips and carrying on with her song. But this time it was a new song. And like before it was unusual, but perfect for these training sessions. The music was alive, and it was dark, slightly bouncy enough to pass as metal though it was indeed a flute and not drums nor a guitar.

“Blood red skies, I feel so cold; No innocence, we play our role”
The line was fill of passion, and the notes rung out the area and was loud as thunder. It was yet another day as she had played all night. And by now she was loosing the lung power to continue blowing into her flute. But as determination was her key role as being a shinobi, she still found a way to blow into the mouth piece without hurting herself in the process. The flute was beautiful as ever, and the notes were sharp with a low base. Each note was covered in her chakra, and even the range had widened to a full fifty eight meters.

She had yet again widen the range and it was all due to the fact of her determination and pride. The flute never lost its battle and she had not lost her way when playing the notes, even when she was in a daze. Somehow the music she played knew it needed her, and that she needed them. All her emotion wrapped into the notes until the tunes were engulf with her energy, her power.
”The venom works, it’s like a curse; A Trojan horse, when will we learn?”
As she sang the next line the notes were full of truth, and the volume persevere its work in widening the barrier until the sixty mark had reached and pasted.

Amarantha was tired, but she was also surprised. It had past the meters of sixty. Sixty five to be total and it was still widening. She could tell by the chakra, as it was her own. And even though she was weakening, in need of food, in need of drink, she did not stop. The music continued, and it was alive, loud and very much professional. It was coming to an end, and as soon as she had finished, she might yet continue.
...What about us? Isn’t it enough, no we’re not in Paradise...
And it was true. Each note rang the truth and the echo was loud and continuous. She imagined what would paradise be like, but as she played, the music always held the note of pain and sorrow, even in the mist of true happiness. Emotion was an unusual thing.

[~Emi~]

That sounds quite interesting to listen to :3

+10 +10 +10 +9

39/70

Edit: I missed one, sorry about that +10

49/70

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The Kamyuja sprang out of bed and immediately stood at attention, feet apart, her slender powerful hands in the "ready" position at waist level. One hand cupped by the other, restrained but prepared to kill. She shook her head and sighed. Just once she'd wanted to leave her bed like a regular person and not like a trained monkey. "A bad dream?" an old voice asked from the bedroom entrance. With one pierced white eyebrow lifted, Terre leaned against the doorjamb.

Ignoring the question, Amarantha walked naked into the bathroom. When she returned to grab some clothes out of the closet, Terre hadn't moved but her gaze had most likely inspected every inch of the room. “Like what you see? Get out! I have a bothersome technique I have in need of mastering. Unless you have an idea of how I can get my training completed then now is the time for you to spit it out!” How many times Terre says she trains too much, Amarantha doesn't care nor listen. Still naked but now sitting on her bed, she picked up her flute and pressed it to her lips.

A chilling note played in the awakening of herself to another day. Instead of it being rather bright and happy, it was cold with the undertone of something creepy. As she played her melody, she awakened her chakra and widen it to the maximum of what she had learned so far and simply glared at Terre's lazy posture at the door. Sixty five was not good enough, it needed to be seventy and she had until tonight to master this jutsu before she throws a killing spree. She continued to blow into the mouth piece as she glared at Terre with unblinking eyes before sighing into the piece causing the notes to rise in volume and to louden with the forced of the sudden air.

...Once my heart beats to the rhythm of the falling snow, blackened below. The river now flows – a stream on molten virgin snow...
Each note hit utterly and with the steamy chill of something completely unreal. The tune brought tears to the eyes and understanding to the soul to those who hears. Slowly Amarantha's low mood lifted as she soaked all her troubles into the musical notes which floated in the air. Though the melody was not a cheerful one, it was still beautiful to ones ear.

…For the heart I'll never have, for the child forever gone; The music flows because it longs, for the heart I once had...
The rhythm had awakened up something forbidden beneath the layers of Amarantha's skin. The song held emotion which filled the space with the complete understanding of her persona. The volume make the room thick and the vibrations created cracks in the walls. As she zoned into her chakra network she soon realized that the meters progressed on from sixty five to sixty eight in a matter of one full minute. Impressed she found that her eyes had soften to the notes and that Terre no longer was in the room.

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[Celaena Kamyuja]

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It is cruel, you know, that music should be so beautiful. It has the beauty of loneliness of pain: of strength and freedom. The beauty of disappointment and self-satisfied love. The cruel beauty of nature and everlasting beauty of monotony. And as Amarantha played, she kept those words in mind, and as she blew into the tube, she played the notes of true meaning. The volume was near enough perfect.

Each notes was soaked in pure chakra and as well as that of love. And even though she was suffering, she allowed her passion for music to rein free and without the chains her mind contains. She blew into the piece and the sound awakens and loudened to a sharp halt before drawing to a low chilling note. It was like a waltz, of perfect harmony and of pure power. Whenever she played, she was free. The notes soothed her and gave her a sense of peace.

Next came her voice, and whenever she sang her songs, it was beautiful and compelling, much like the symphony of music always playing in her head. Each note was of great importance and each would not be herd on deaf ears. And to her it was as natural as breathing, her a shinobi, but also a composer who poured all of her dreams into her music where they belonged. The volume swelled until the sixty eight had hit the mark, and it was almost mastered. She felt her musical notes working on the air around her, pulling at the listeners who worked under her.

And she felt her chakra patterns, allowed her the knowledge of the fact the seventy was just around the corner. She continued to sing, even when her lips curled slightly in a smile of happiness, or awareness. Soon all her troubles within this jutsu will be over. Now as she continued to play, her thoughts turned over to the meaning of what music was to her. And while thinking of it, she allowed her music to play freely. Each note played made a sentence, and the words she played read:

...Music was my refuge. I could crawl into the space between the notes and curl my back to loneliness...
And so the volume hit the mark. Seventy was hard to get as seventy meters of pure chakra circling her was a large amount to behold. And even though she didn't stop there, it still did not feel completely satisfying. So even though she knew that seventy had made its mark, she continued to play, just for the hell of it.

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[Celaena Kamyuja]

| 70

An instrumental was at play and the composer was sitting in a middle of a field, her long hair blowing in the wild and her kimono elegant underneath the grand sun. Amarantha's soul melody was alive and bouncy and the volume was what was the most perfect within this song. Seventy was the max, and if she were to carry on, she could master this in no time. The notes seeped into the opening. And gave guidelines to the birds in the field, and allowed its path to be taken away in the wind.

“Air like water, water like stone, birds elopes with the sun...”
She sang suddenly, her voice a melody of pure spring. As must as she would have like for something much more dark, she could not seem to pass it as the day was so beautiful. But as she sang her songs, she allowed her chakra to awaken her notes and allowed the volume to take hold. Soon after, the area of seventeen, all around her was alive with her voice, of her music abilities...

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[¯\_(ツ)_/¯]

can i please wat.




+whatever so its learned.

[Celaena Kamyuja]

• Monkey Grip [70]
  Rank: “A”
  Skill: Taijutsu
  Effect: A powerful crushing chokehold that uses brute-force to manhandle there opponent, which leads to fall under unconsciousness or even death.
  Special: The optimum-sized of an object is limited to the hand capability of wrapping around a cylindrical shape with a diameter of one to three inches, unless otherwise noted by the users max height which will increase the hands size and capability of wrapping around objects.
  Drawback: ----
  Description: A powerful crushing grip that wraps around an opponents limbs or even objects to crush within there hands. Kamyuja’s strength are superior to those of a normal human being, because of this physical advantage they are capable of using this technique. This constricting technique can be used as a powerful chokehold on an opponent, when grappled by the throat with this technique it is nearly impossible for the user to break the hold. The hand then becomes locked in place as the muscles tighten slowly contracting around the enemy’s throat which will cause them to gasp for air, if the Kamyuja member wishes they are able of crushing the opponents throat killing them instantly, but in order to do such a feat it will take the user two turns in order to full crush the enemy’s throat. If the user does not wish to kill the opponent they may simply choke the opponent into unconsciousness. T his strong crushing grip can also be used in crushing the bones of the opponent, but in order to do that there hand must be able to wrap around the opponents limb in order to crush it. There is however ways of escape this technique, if caught in a chokehold by a Kamyuja the only way to escape is to either brake the Kamyuja’s strength or strike them hard enough in the head they nearly suffer a concussion from it. If a Kamyuja member however dies when they have someone in there clutches it becomes nearly impossible for the victim to escape, due to the fact the body’s muscle lock in place causing the grip to become nearly unbreakable. There option now is to either die a slow death of lack of oxygen or amputate the Kamyuja’s hand or there own to escape there grip.
  Limit: Must be a Kamyuja Member.
  

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She loved the feel of flesh beneath her claws. And as her hands squeezed, she loved the feel of the power she held over her dying victim. The pulse pounded franticly and as the woman squirmed, her hunger for the female to die only advanced until the females body was spread lifelessly out before her. “Do.Not.Fuck.With.A.Depressed.Bitch!” She hissed venomously as she stared into the dull eyes of the blonde. One time they had been friends, but as she advance with her life and became a Kunoichi she left her family behind. Now they were hunting her, entitled her a traitor and worthy of a death sentence.

Childishly she giggled as she rearranged the females clothes. And a smile grew as she folded the dead woman' hands across her chest in a rested manner. One stroke of hair before she stood and left the crime scene. She felt nothing, but only the desire to kill anybody who came near her, and with threatening purpose within their cold dark eyes. The others would be coming, she knew, and until then she knew she had to train harder as one of then was a Kamyuja like herself. Sniffing of affliction, she did not want to kill her own kind, but when they come baring their teeth, well she won't hesitate.

Adelpha knew how to kill the others. She knew all their moves and the way they think. She was worried only on one pare; the twins. Those bitches were contortionist, bending all the time in angles which looked inhuman. “Shit!” She growled as she remembered, and before long she was pacing back and forth only miles from the site where the blonde Kaguya bitch lay dead. “Shit! Shit! Shit!” As the sun rose behind the hills she mumbled and dashed off into the long grass as she headed for home. Dashing through the front door a while later she growled at Terre that they were coming for her.

“Terre! Get me something I can crush with my bare hands. One of them is a Kamyuja! And I want to surprise attack the bastard as I don't know how far he has progressed through the years! QUICKLY!” She had a jutsu in mind, and if she could just harden her hand muscles and strength, she might be able to strangle him in half the time it took to kill the bone possessing bitch. “Hurry, I say! We don't have much time!” Was she panicking? She looked down at her arms and saw the sweat.

'Shit! You need to calm down, Adel. You'll have a heart attack before they get here...'
Her thoughts brought another giggle to her lips as she stared franticly around the room. Terre came in through the door holding a large double bag. She quickly unzipped the bag and pulled out multiple weights. The old woman was struggling and as Adelpha picked up the weight, she did not struggle but instead found that she could not squeeze it. The iron of sorts was thick and hard, which cut into her skin with ease.

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