Seeds of Yesterday... [T|PM]

[Celaena Kamyuja]

| 70

“What the hell is this made of?” Adelpha mumbled as she tried to strangle the weight. 'Just Iron, Child.' Adel stared at the woman before focusing herself more on the weight at hand. Her fingers folded the weight perfectly, and as she measured it, it was roughly neck thick also. But she had to squeeze it or she will fail. She knew that this weight was not 100Kgs as she had crushed that weight before and with ease. But as she pounded what this weight, she turned it over in her hand until the imprint read 308KG. Bewildered that she could lift it with ease but not crush it made her sullen but never the less she continued to squeeze it until even her knuckles turned white with the strain.

'Child, maybe you want to try a less thicker and heavier one.' But when Adel simply glared at the old woman, she mumbled that if she were to do that, it would take longer and she didn't have much time. With a nod she told the old hag to leave her room and as she sat down she wrapped both fingers around the thick long weight and continued to squeeze it until she could no longer feel her fingers. Her muscles bulged and the veins holding blood swelled until she looked like hulk in a pale coated suit. The pulsing burn from sweat on iron was a constant ache but she easily ignored it and continued to squeeze it until she felt the first dent around her index and middle fingers.

By now her face was white with sweat, and her lips were parted as she panted with strain. But she didn't reflex her fingers until the dent was much more formed. But as soon as she felt her bone complain with it being pressed against the mental for so long she was indeed forced to reflex her fingers; but she did not release the weight altogether but instead gave a brief glimpse at the dents to see how thin it had gotten to throughout her squeezing. Disappointed to find that it wasn't as much as she thought, she closed her fingers around the poll shaped weight and locked her muscles into place as she squeezed the life out of it.

In vision of what she was going, her imagination over took her time and as she squeezed the iron, she imagined squeezing the life out of one of the twins that she would have to face. Her vision was blurred but otherwise she saw the image of the blue haired twins neck rather clearly. And as she pounded over the image, she could feel the pulse. Though it was her own pulse within her hands, she concentrated on that also and pulling it into her own mind genjutsu so that it was the twins pulse within her neck and not her hands. Continuously she continued to squeeze until she felt the metal give way with a loud pinching sound.

The sound had startled her out of her imagination and as she stared down at the poll shaped weight, weighing 308Kgs, she felt her cheeks lift in as she smiled down as her success. The weight had cracked and snapped in half. Believing that that was thicker than an average neck and all the muscles, she dropped the broken weight and leaned over to grab another one. It did not matter if it would be a waste of time. Her main thought besides killing and surviving was to strengthen her muscles and strength to make her ever stronger.

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[Celaena Kamyuja]

| 70

Later, mid-morning. The dishes were done and the laundry was in the machine. She had been keeping herself busy. But now she felt empty. Only hours earlier she was in her room and had gone through two strangles of iron metal rods weighing different from the other. And now she was going to continue, even with her hands were burning, and each time she closed them into a fist they would seem to feel like they are snapping or burning into molten nothingness. Adelpha had silently found herself in her own room hovering over the bed with the different sizes of weights laid out perfectly upon her bed. The lightest being 309KG to the heaviest and smallest long shaped weight being the 950.3KG.

Naturally she picked up the lightest and worked her way up. As her fingers wrapped around the weight, she gasped out in shock and pain. It was indeed heavier than before but she held it up with ease. But as her fingers closed around it, the pain which caused it made her want to vomit. But she did not drop it but instead sat down and wrapped both fingers around the rod. After a few pants of hesitation, she began her training once more.

As soon as her fingers began to tighten, she could not help but to cry out in pain. Even tears began to form and that alone was an insult to her upbringing. She felt ashamed but did not stop herself even when her arm muscles began to shake with the struggle, with the pain and strength surging through the slender thick muscles. “F-Fuck! Terre! Get me some linen bandages! WOMAN can you hear me?! NOW!” Even with this intense pain, she never truly knew how weak her fingers were. She felt fragile and that alone with pathetic.

By the time Terre entered the room holding a basket full of bandages, soaps and clips, she placed them down on the ground before following suit. With a turn of her head she looked at Terre with pain filled eyes. “I will need your assistance shortly.” She mumbled before she closed her eyes and strangled the rob with everything she had. She felt the dent worthy of a snap of a weight weighing 308KGs and simply dropped the weight before lifting up the next one. “Indeed that was easy but painful. And at first it was rather heavy.” 'That was because it was slightly heavier, and you are wounded. Allow me to treat you.' Adelpha simply waved her hand before squeezing the next weight.

This time it weighed 325KG and Adelpha held it up with ease but as soon as she began squeezing it, she found that she could not. As soon as her fingers had closed over she could not reopen them. “Shit was all she said before she got Terre to open them for her. After a moment of her washing them in soap to get the circulation back into them before she wrapped them up in linen strips. It was then did she pick up the rod and began to squeeze as hard as she could. The pain was there but she could control it. And so as she squeezed the rod, slowly by slowly did the iron rod break.

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[N A T S U M I]

Hmm.. +30

[Celaena Kamyuja]

30 | 70

There were five weights left upon her bed. And it has nearly been two days since her attack with her formal family members. She knew they will be coming for her soon and so therefore she had to be ready. Adelpha stood from her rested position and leaned over to pick up the 400KG weight before wrapping her fingers around it. At once she grunted with the effort before settling her teeth into position and straining her way toward success. She flinches as though it stung, and then her movements are followed by a hard swallow as she concentrated on strangling the rod like weight which shouldn't be so hard to destroy. If her hands weren’t so damaged with previous chances she might have had it done. “Eeeeeh, com'on!”

Frustration was eating away at her as she squeezed the weight until her veins showed. And all the while she pushed herself toward breaking the weight as she knew that time was running out. Sweat lined her forehead and the taste of it whenever it lined her likes, with her tongue, it tasted like salt. Inch by inch she felt the metal dent and as she stared down at her shaking hands she saw her fingers sink with the motion of her process. Hand in a death lock, her heart hammering like a hammer on nail, even her veins and muscles were protesting but she did not give up. One last wail before she felt pressure give way and her fingers chumped down more on the metal iron. “Com'on!”

Her herd herself groan as she visualized the scene from before. Just like before she felt the blood pumping through the vein in the neck of the bitch. And she sound have sworn she herd the snap of something which sounded like bone. Could have been her doing one of her tricks in an attempt to break free, but whatever it was it drove her until the rod snapped within her grasp. She bit her lip as her nails dug into her skin but other than that she was relieved to see that the weight had snapped. Her progress was brilliantly perfect.

It was as though her abnormal strength for a human made everything like this easier – but still that much as painful. Never the less she tossed the broken pieces aside before stretching her fingers out before her. “Terre, water please.” And as the woman left the room to retrieve, Adelpha clicked her fingers before rubbing them and tightening up the bandages. After that she simply picked up the next weight and started all over again. But this time the weight was 460KGs, the rod painted gold.

As she began to squeeze it, the first thing she thought was ' I can not do this. ' The rob not only weight more, but it was much more thicker. Sweating already, she simply dropped it before she reflex' her fingers, and as Terre entered the room, she drank her fill until she had reacquire her strength, or some of it anyway. She tried to ignore the way the bottle of water shook within her hands, and continued to drink until she felt the need to train some more. This was tiresome, and also worrisome. Her 'old family is so going to kill her if she can not preform this correctly...

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[~Emi~]

+10

40|70

[Celaena Kamyuja]

40 | 70

Amarantha woke screaming, her heart pounding out a rhythm of terror. Fear was a living, breathing entity in the darkness of her room. The weight of it crushed her, held her helpless, unable to move. She could taste it in her mouth, and her body beaded with sweat. Around her, the air seemed thick so that her lungs burned for oxygen. She knew something monstrous was stirring deep in the bowels of the earth.

For a moment she lay frozen, her ears straining for the murmur of voices rising and falling, chanting words in an ancient tongue that should never be spoken. And after a moment she recognized the chant and the voices belonging to them. They were the sealists and she was trapped. Red, glowing eyes searched through the darkness, summoning her, beckoning her closer. She felt the power of that search as it neared, focused, as it crept ever closer. Her eyes flew open, the need to flee paramount in her mind.

The entire room lurched, flinging her from her bed to the floor. At once the cold air brought her out of her nightmare and into the realization that they were not safe at home in their beds. Amara scrambled to her feet, gripping the edge of the bed base as she dragged herself towards Terre's room before tearing the door of its hinges. The old woman was already moving, her long white braided hair flying about the place as she ran out into the hallway behind her her old voice roared and assaulted Amara's ears as they made their way down the stairs and out the back door. 'What is it child? I sense something dark!' Her voice was controlled, all until Amara felt the need to make the exit much more faster.

“Hurry! Its them, they are destroying my home!” The shove came unexpectedly as Amara hit the old woman in the shoulder blades, sending her forth and out of the ever darkening of where her house once stood. She just and no more made it out before the Black hole took what was once her home. Panting she stared in sorrow at the hole of where her house once stood. The Black Hole seal was a success, but she still survived. And slowly by slowly she found her rage. The hunt was on...

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The ground felt damp beneath her bare feet as Amara stumbled back and forth in a motion of something which looks complete abnormal. She saw a red haze and herd everything as though the world was holding its breath, leaving out the sound of whispers and breaths of the attackers surrounding her. Her hands were ready. She played along with her stumble until the bastard was almost on top of her before she turned around sharply, finding the bastards neck effortlessly. The world was dark to her, but in reality, she saw all the auras needed – always had whenever she was in rage mode.

“It has been a long time, don't you think dearie?” At once her fingers closed around the man's throat. His eyes widen in shock before he began to struggle. And he was strong. His movements tore her off the ground and he flipped her body to the damp grass. By now she was growling, her rage sounding more animal than human, and as her grip tighten, so did the man's grip. But at the current moment she felt no pain, only the need to kill.

As her fingers tightened she felt the sharp pain as some forbidden memory rose to the surface. It was of this man, man as a child: blue eyes with blonde hair and lean body. She was playing with him in the waters before dinner and she had accidentally backhanded him sending him flying. At such moments her mind closed off and she was back, struggling with the body that was pinning her down and as she came through did then then notice that the body wasn't doing anything.

At once she stilled and so did the heavy body on top of her. As she panted and lifted the body from her she saw what she did to the males neck and gasped out loud at the wound. He was dead, eyes wide open; the mouth the same though the tongue was out and dripping. The neck was snapped into two and was simply hanging on by a thick bunch of flesh. She could see the bone as the rest of the neck was missing. Terre dashed over and tore the body off before Amarantha could even get to her feet and as she looked down at her body, her silk nighty-gown was covered in blood.

A scream tore from her throat at what she had done. Such agony had brought out the darkness within her. Terre stared in open horror before looking away. One down, one Kamyuja to go and the twins. The game had just begun...

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[Celaena Kamyuja]

| 70

Her environment was warm and cozy. She wasn’t alone. She could hear the other inside her, whispering, soft little growls and encouragement. She was hunting and the night was still young. Terre followed silently behind as Adelpha approached the old but familiar aura which belong to the Kamyuja male who was west from where her house once stood. He must have also participated in the sealing of the black hole. That alone sent her rage up a notch.

She wanted to dash out and take the bastard full on, her strength would do that much but if she did then the jutsu she has been learning would not be learnt until some other try. So simply she whistled. The tune she knew would alert him immediately and as though she knew his mind she knew she would be remembering the same whistle that she had used when they were children. Slowly his head turned and as their eyes collided did her grin grow devilishly. She knew her skin was white, and from such distance, approximately ten feet, her skin would be pasty white with two glowing black diamonds for eyes.

“Hello Andreas, it has been a long time. You look well.” Her voice was pleasant, cultured, soothing, even hypnotic. And as she approached casually with Terre at her heels the Kamyuja male would hiss out his growl. "I have heard the whispers of you, the female ninja who resides in Kumogakure. I do not fear you." It was bravado and they all knew it, his mind was racing frantically for an escape. That or a cheep shot. Adelpha smiled, a small, humorless quirk that brought a distinctively cruel gleam to her mouth.

"You obviously have never learned table manners. In all your long years, Andreas, what else have you failed to learn?" Andreas's breath escaped in a long, slow hiss. His head began to undulate slowly from side to side. Long slender fingers folded into fists at his side. "You are the traitor! Why wont you just die?! Speaking to me like that sickens me," Andreas snapped, sounding like spoiled, petulant boy. "You killed your Grandmother and took all her money, and now you live in Kumogakure? You are a disgrace to the Kamyuja bloodline.."

Adelpha's dark eyes narrowed to a slash of cold liquid. "You should have stayed away, and now you are going to die. Pity, I've always had a soft spot for you..." Andreas took a cautious step to the left. "Well see." Filled with lust and the need to conquer, Andreas launched himself at Adelpha.

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[Celaena Kamyuja]

| 70

Her hands came out of no where and tore at the males throat. Her fingers tightened ever so slightly before he tore them away with his own strength. Such strength left her gasping in surprise. Adelpha bit back a cry of either fear of anger and stumbled for a better hold. “You bastard! You destroyed my home!” That was enough of a pick up that she tossed Andreas to the ground before she sat down on him to prevent his movement.

Terre approached from behind and pressed down the shoulders of the male in attempt to keep him down. Adelpha silently watched as she went into the first stages of the gates to build up her muscle strength. Adelpha simply snorted and focused on strangling the bastard. Her fingers tightened and as soon as she felt something worth squeezing she knew she had him. With such force that there was nothing but a ripple through the earth underneath the male who was struggling powerfully.

And still, she could feel the chaos in her bones, her true strength slowly awakening from within her. Her jaw locked in place as she felt the issuance of the technique take place, and the earth began to crumble and vibrate, cracks forming across the area, the destruction was phenomenal. Her breath was ragged as the land began to explode and change, pillars of earth rising and breaking off, the rapidly adapting environment, a sight of destruction the likes of which she had never seen before. And this was all due to the strength she was doing to the man beneath her. Her throat felt thin underneath her hands, and to her surprise he was still alive and fighting for life.

Continuously, she strangled him, and all around her and Terre, the ground was changing. Masses of earth exploded outwards around her, the once quiet and pleasant night was no more than a devastated wasteland that she had completely destroyed with her strength, and she still wanted more, her body, finally allowed issuance of chaos, needed more, the requirements of it were needed to sustain the dead cells that filled the hollow carcass that was her body, and finally she would find something to fill her.

Chaos, the dormant energy of her people, the angered power that would allow her to become more powerful than any other creature on the surface of the planet. This destruction was only a taste of her true strength, the cataclysm that she had unleashed with one mighty blow of her fist was only the beginning, her strength would be told of in legends, and with her right hand, she would break the very core of the man and old friend beneath her...

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[KoKoKo]

+28

[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.
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  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.
  

68 | 70

The death of Andreas was shockingly hard to bare after all, they were kin in some ways, both Kamyujas by blood right, but he chose the path which lead him to his death, and Adelpha happily obliged. His death was easy with the help of Terre and now she was on the hunt for the twins. She allowed Terre to rest, as with her rage increasing her strength that fast had left her tired. Deep down Adelpha knew that she would only be dead weight anyhow but she was just as glad to have a reliable friend. Somehow the guilt subsided and though she was still in control, her strength she had hacked into only moments ago had disappeared. Never the less she would be strong enough to kill those blue haired twins.

It did not take long to find them after all she knew they helped out in taking down her house while she was still inside. They were like always – together and evil looking only older. The question was were she strong or weak and annoying as before? Adelpha simply approached them from behind, and as soon as she was on top of them did she backlash them until they were beneath her. They didn't see it coming and she would have thought that being connected as all Futakongo freaks were that they would be somehow much more affective. Much to think, her kill with the other Kamyuja was rather fast also, well time flies when you are having fun.

Her left hand pressed against one head completely snapping the neck back where as the other head was locked on the sound and within the grip of her tight fingers. “Nite nite” and with that said she blew her a kiss and squeezed away. The bitch struggled and painful memories ate away at her with every throb of the body beneath her until the movements grew sloppy. As her fingers tightened to the point of being totally unbreakable did she know when the twins were dead. But still she did not let go until the snap was loud and clear. Affirmative that she was finally free from all ties to her past. If anybody was going to come and get her now might only be the law enforcements if they ever find out it was her...

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[KoKoKo]

Plus 2

[~Emi~]

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