Time of Adventure [Training|Private]

[kohaku]

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Katon - Goukakyuu no Jutsu (Great Fireball Technique)
Rank: "C" "B" Rank
Skill: NinJutsu
Effect: The user is capable of performing a few handseals in which gives them the capability of blowing a large body of fire in size of a large sphere that has great fire proportions and explosive capabilities.
Special: "Handseals"
Drawback: Depending on the Rank, is dependent on how strong or how much the user is capable of doing with the Goukakyuu no Jutsu.
Description: The user quickly performs a few handseals. The user then places the hand over their mouth creating a small like circle. This technique in turn is then to help the user control the great flame. The use then blows out and creates a large fireball that twice the size of a normal human body. When the "C" Rank version is first learned the user is only capable of blowing out the Great Fireball that is cannot be moved or go anywhere else. This also means that the technique does not explode in a fiery explosion, but burns greatly to anyone that is caught within the technique. When the user learns the "B" Rank version then the user is capable blowing the Great Fireball into the distance, sending it away from the use it to hurl towards the very opponent. This technique is only capable of going into a straight line and this is capable of having the size three times the size of a human body. This technique when launched at an opponent then becomes dangerous because at this point the technique can explode causing damage that is even more devastating.
Limit: Must have the Fire Release

[0 of 30]
It was too dark to be this hot. Or too hot to be this dark; I couldn't decide which one sounded better. Either way, the filtered light from the moon hang down past the treetops, making it a tad more serene than I had expected. I exchanged a hard look with the rock in the sky before making my way further through the path; closing in on the clearing ahead. I could hear the leaves crunching beneath my heels, but I tried paying it no mind. Twigs snapped, goosebumps flowing over me with every new sound.

"This place looks fine, I guess," I decided out loud.

Standing right before the passageway that two large oak trees formed, I examined the large area of...well, green.  As green as I wished my eyes to be; it was pretty, but I definitely wouldn't tell such a thing to its fucking face.  If nobody complimented me, why should I compliment this beautiful...place?  Not that I think I'm beautiful or anything, ha-ha.

I dragged my mind away from the scenery and instead dedicated my focus on Ninjutsu.  Attempted such, at least.  It'd been a while since I'd last allowed myself to practice Ninjutsu; let alone something as heavy as a C-Ranked Katon-styled thing.  I shrugged it off, though, as I stepped to the center of the small clearing.  Without wasting any more time, I felt my eyes shut as I ran over the instructions of the jutsu.  I mean, there's not really a manual, right?  So I just gotta fucking get down to it.  Learn by doing, yo.

Taking my narrative seriously, a strung the required handseals.  Slowly this first round, I wanted to do this shit right; less effort in the long-run, really.  I surveyed my own hands as I went through the proper motions, my eyes drinking in the sight of my own pale hands.  The sleeves of my overcoat inched too far over my thumbs, causing me to lag a bit more than I had originally anticipated.  

After completing the shit, I made a mental note to slip off my jacket before my next roll around as I pressed my index finger's nail against my thumb, the remaining few fingers hovering straight up as I ultimately made a circle with my hand parts.  I drew in a deep breath, my back arching as I filled my lungs with oxygen.  I kept on drawing in breath until my head began to spin; high off pure oxygen it seemed.  Closing my eyes, I felt my chest collapse inwards as I blew hard.  

I felt heat lick my skin; it wasn't painful, not even very alarming, but I noticed it.  Peeking past my lashes, I witnessed a fireball flame largely in front of me.  Briefly, I prayed it wouldn't catch anything on fire; but my fear was extinguished when I remember I had centered myself away from the brush that hard laced itself around the gravel-like surface I stood upon.  The sight of the fire became unbearable to my eyes, the need to blink claiming victory over my will as my eyes fluttered shut without hesitance.

I was out of breath; I couldn't blow out anything, nothing left.  I could feel my lungs caving in, so I stopped, the fire before me followed.  Panting, stood there as I tried to recollect some oxygen as I thought about what I just did.  

"That was big," I breathed. Straightening, I continued. "But not big enough."

[kohaku]

[Something of 30]
With a default frown, I slipped off my silly red overcoat, the air hitting my newly exposed arms relentlessly. It wasn't bothersome, though; it was actually a bit nice now that I had just been in the same vicinity as an open fire that was about my size, assumingly. I only had seen it briefly, so, honestly, I didn't really calculate its exact fucking size.

Tossing my jacket to the arms of a tree, I watched as it gripped a branch tight before silently slipping from its grasp.  Huffing at my jacket's inability to stay off the dirty floor, I turned away in attempt to resume my shitty training.  I'm, like, 98% positive that was barely a good try.  Probably not even worth, like, 5 points, amirite?  

Shaking my head, I allowed my hands to intertwine.  Quicker than before, but not as quickly as one would usually use as a pace for seal waving.  I mean weaving.  Sorry.  I don't know your silly lingo for this sort of shit, I usually just say 'the hand things.'

Regardless, I went through the draining process of preforming fucking handseals while I thought about how I would go about this a second time.  I mean, there's not much else I can alter, just...do the thing, right?  Not really any other way to do 'handseals and then blow' or whatever.  

Indeed, I did finish these fucking handseals.  I did a few words ago, actually, I just don't know how to shut up.  My apologies.  I'll start narrating better and stop...uh, chatting, I guess?  Sorry, really, you probably just want to read about my fucking fireball, huh?

Oh right, that's what I'm doing.  

I turn my right hand up and my left hand down, bringing the newly formed circle (between both my thumb and index finger) close to my lips.  I drew in another long breath, just as I did last time; I was going to get dizzy from all this lack of breathing and then too much breathing, but it would be worth it, supposedly.  

When my lungs were as inflated as I could possibly manage without my eyes rolling back, I pursed my lips and blew through my fingers, harder than last time.  It was making me feel breathless, but the fire was audibly big now, roaring as it blew forth.  It wasn't going to go and blow up shit or nothing, but this was pretty damn good, too, able to control a huge ass motherfucker right in front of me whenever I want, the duration of it albeit limited, but awesome as balls.

Barely able to observe my technique as it relayed itself in front of me, I prayed I was doing well.  If not, I was going to be really fucking...fucking-uh, fucking something.  Yes, an emotion will bubble to my surface.  But, thankfully, the crackle of the fire reassured me, telling me I was doing just fine.  

The warmth of the fire depleted suddenly as my breath gave way.  Now that the two atmospheres I have been wading in are no longer clashing, the once hot air felt chilly in the wake of the heated air that was once a fucking fire ball. The fact that ninjas could conjure up different elements always left me fucking awe-struck, like, what the ever-loving fuck?

Catching my breath, I cocked my head as I made a delicate inquiry.

"What the fuck am I doing wrong?"

Satisfied with my directionless question, I headed into another string of handseals. This time, however, I didn't fuckin' pace myself.  I went through that shit like hella fast.  I'm an independent woman and I don't need no practice; I got this shit now, it was coming fluently now.  Like fucking water or something, that's how fluent it was.  

Wait, no, fuck, that's fluid, not fluent.  Fuck.

Nonetheless, I finished those bitches quickly.  Quicker than the first two times; as quickly as I would continue to begin this technique with in the midst of some sort of combat.  Or...whatever, I don't care.  The bottom line is, I got through it fast.

Gotta go fast. I sang inwardly, the image of a little blue hedgehog crossing my thinkpan...speedy..ish..ly..... yeah, fuck puns.

Completing those fucking things you call handseals, I dropped my opposing hand as my two (index and thumb, we've been over this) fingers created a lovely little circle.  It was small in comparison to various circles I had seen elsewhere, but it was a circle; an albeit shitty one, but hey, what're you gonna do?  Fingers got bones n' shit.

As I brought up that fucker, the hand with the circle, I drew in a breath all the while.  Ahh, yes, the sweet tang of night air laced with the smell of burnt oxygen; dunno how, but that smell, if that's even a plausible smell, lapped the back of my throat as I took in my breath.  My deep breath, mind you, another one of those deep breaths that was about to leave me light headed. 

With my lungs full of air, I blew once more; a third time.  The air flickered, sparks flew briefly, momentarily; fleetingly, fuckin' art man, hm.  The oxygen mixed with my fiery-chakra deep exhale sparked into a magnificently huge-ass ball of red hot fire.  Shit was, like, my size or something.  It was bigger than my first attempt, like, big as fuck.  Not big enough, I reminded myself. Narrowing my eyes at my failed attempt to make it at least a bit bigger than my own person, I blew harder.  But not just from my lungs, I flooded my exhale with pressure from my entity.  I felt the chakra flow past my lips.  It wasn't a stinging sensation, but it was a feeling that I could relate to that term.  Tingly, perhaps; not painful but prickly.  

This blew the ball larger.  It blew up in size, expanding to a large ball of my own perfection.  I mean, it was still pretty shit, but this was only my, like, third try, right?  Yeah, I'm doing fine, I figured.

The fire died.  Slowly now, though, as I slowed my exhale rate.  I mean, this all happened within, like, not even three seconds.  That's three seconds worth of excerpts back there, so gimme a break.  

Nodding at my accomplishment, I smirked slightly.  I was cool.  
Wait, scratch that.
I was hot.

[|Ayame Unbound|]

+17

[kohaku]

[17 of 30]

"Fuck," I heard myself sigh as the weight of the training sank in on my shoulders.

I huffed softly before running my hand through my hair, brushing the slightly damped bangs of mine from my face. They stuck out of the way for a second until my hand dropped to my other hand. I blew upwards at the orange hairs that obscured my vision as I fell into a rut of handseals for the millionth time. Continuing up with the quickness from before, it's sort of safe to say that I'm like a fucking practitioner of these seals. They were engraved into my skull, yo. I don't know.

Now for the fun part. I drew in a quick breath. It was short this time, I didn't go through the exhausting motion of filling my oxygen bags.  I just fucking went for it, and, admittedly, I probably should have tried harde.  Just because I feel like I've been getting the hang of it, doesn't mean I've GOT the hang of it.  Ya dig?

As you probably guess what with the not so subtle foreshadowing, when I went to blow out the lovely mix of fiery chakra and just general oxygen through the hole that is my index and thumb, the ball of what I would have liked to be fire faltered.  Oh, I made a few sparks and a small ball, but it went fucking nowhere.  

Angered by my obvious inability to get through this in a simply manner, I dropped my extremities and growled at myself, deciding it would be best if I actually put my all into this.  This isn't an academy technique that they made a requirement to learn, this was something I wanted to learn on my own accord.  So I gotta get my fucking shit together, ya feel me?

But, I need a rest.  Definitely, yes, I need to collect my breath.  I inhale steadily, the clean air filling my lungs in a way that felt so foreign suddenly.  I stumbled back until I could lean against a tree.  Thankfully, I didn't have to scan the area very much when I felt the need to find my coat.  It was settled in the dirt next to me.  I crouched at its side thankfully and sifted through the pockets, pulling out a single cigarette I had come across while cleaning my room earlier.  Ah, yes, now I need a lighter, I think, pressing the butt to my lips.

Fuck, no lighter.

[kohaku]

Heh, butt is a funny word for the end of a cigarette, isn't it?

I nod softly, looking up and around the area, the cancer stick hanging from my lips. Sighing heavily through my nose, I stand again, deciding that smoking probably isn't even a good idea at the moment. I spit it out, watching it thump to the ground as I stumble forward, handseals placing themselves over my hands. I've really got the groove of this technique, I do admit. It's starting to come to me simply now, my muscles remembering exactly how to proceed.

As I finished weaving the seals, I immediately assumed a hole with my fingers, eyeing it slightly as I lifted it to my lips, inhaling. I placed my free hand over my chest, just above my lungs, as I filled them. I could feel my ribs under my fingertips, they nearly expanded as the oxygen infiltrated my being. I mixed it with just a hint of my chakra, my fiery as shit chakra, making the feeling of breathing more intense. It was super fucking righteous, I very much loved the feeling.

Craning, keeling, I blew through my fingers. My lungs collapsed slowly, the warm air leaving my lips, catching fire right after passing by my fingers. The hand that was previously on my chest now planked stiffly outward, nearly behind me, as I tried to remain balanced on my heels. The fireball that I had produced was shrugging me, nudging me backwards slightly. Not so much as to hurt or blow me away, but the oxygen that it threw back made the leaves shake, the night sky illuminated by my sick ass fire.

Out of breath, I stopped, the air returning to my lungs as I collected myself. My head spun but this was totally worth it. I thought hard about the technique as I scuffed the ground softly with ponder.

"It's going to be useful,"

I admitted with a nod. Frowning, I continued, "but if all it does is be there, right fucking there in front of me, I'm not going to be able to do very much damage with it unless my opponent is, like, also right fucking there."

I huffed.