Not That Innocent [T|Travel|NDE]

[Celaena Kamyuja]

• Unseen Strike [40]
  Rank: "B"
  Skill: GenJutsu
  Effect: User strikes their foe, then immediately fade from sight.
  Special: "Handseals"
  Drawback: ---
  Description: Affects anyone who sees the target. The user is able to perform this technique on the user. The duration of this technique lasts for 5 hours per class level. This Jutsu may be negated. This Jutsu has no immediate effect upon the user. However, the next time the user delivers a successful melee attack, they instantly turn invisible (as the Invisibility Jutsu). If the user does not make a successful melee attack within 5 hours per class level of performing the Jutsu, the effect ends.
  Limit: Must know the Glamour Perception. Must know Invisible

020 | 040

Next came the bladed weapons. And they looked like they were flying out of control. Amarantha had to dodge most of them, as Terre was a remarkable woman specializing in Taijutsu leaving Amara holding her breath as the close calls became dangerous. She had already pulled the woman a 'watch it' look, big eyes and all. But the woman was relentless, not seeming to care any more. On normal days, this would amuse the Kamyuja but at the moment, she was focused on surviving and mastering this god damn Genjutsu. When one blade came to close, the Kamyuja would suddenly burst out yelling, “FUCH SHIT MOTHER FUCKER!” And then enough was enough and a lucky punch was shipped out of the darkness.

Through contact, Amara felt the bones of Terre crack and then the shadows swallowed her whole as she was sent flying. Realizing the mistake, the Kamyuja would then groan, “FUCK SHIT!” She wanted to see if the woman survived the strike but then decided to promote herself instead. And so chakra was summoned up and coated Amara in speed worthy of a Chakra professional. The warm sensation was sensasual and warm, welcoming. And she soaked up the feeling before starting the rotation of her chakra until she saw her body blur into almost nothing.

And it looked like it worked until the Kamyuja's head shot up at the approach of a fist heading toward her face. Though concentration was not lost, the hit caught her off guard sending her stumbling to the ground. As duct kicked up, Amara stared in shock at Terre who approached with a Taijutsu mistress look upon her granny features. Shit. Amarantha had to think fast. And with quick movements, she flipped to her feet before planting a knee into the woman's gut. But surprisingly enough the strike did not make the normal outcome. Not until the Kamyuja noted the changes of the woman before her.

Eruption of veins around the temples, eyes turning completely white. “Gates?! Shit” Amarantha did not expect this. But then thought, oh well, awesome! And rose her arm into the air before elbowing the woman in the head. With enough force behind that strike sent the woman flying into the darkness... again. Now back to training. Amarantha concentrated her full attention onto her body once more until she noticed the changes. She was slowly turning invisible.

The shifting of gears inside her mind screamed out that it was finally working. But still she concentrated, rotating the chakra on the out side of her body, and also on the inside. And soon she couldn't see her legs, and arms. Though her body was transparent, she could not tell weather her head was showing or not but the rest of her was indeed, invisible. Time to continue. She felt her legs, and with that made her approach toward the glowing aura. “GATE OF PAIN, OPEEN!” The shock Amarantha felt was like a slap to her face. “Oh no you don't.” And she took off running toward the raging nanny...

[Draven]

+10 rawr

[Celaena Kamyuja]

• Unseen Strike [40]
  Rank: "B"
  Skill: GenJutsu
  Effect: User strikes their foe, then immediately fade from sight.
  Special: "Handseals"
  Drawback: ---
  Description: Affects anyone who sees the target. The user is able to perform this technique on the user. The duration of this technique lasts for 5 hours per class level. This Jutsu may be negated. This Jutsu has no immediate effect upon the user. However, the next time the user delivers a successful melee attack, they instantly turn invisible (as the Invisibility Jutsu). If the user does not make a successful melee attack within 5 hours per class level of performing the Jutsu, the effect ends.
  Limit: Must know the Glamour Perception. Must know Invisible

030 | 040

Terre's speed had increased, considerably from being normal to nearly invisible. And it was a mockery. But as Amara ran toward the raging woman high on drugs, both of their bodies collided into a battle of fury. Blood splattered from blows and hair flying in directions from twist and pulls. She was too fast. But still, Amarantha was stronger, and strange enough, in control. Of her emotions that is. She was not in rage, just shocked and feeling slight pain from the slapping of bodies. This was her friend, and she held secrets. What a cheeky bitch.

“That's it!”
Having been extremely close to the woman, she simply and unexpectedly bent backward until her hands touched the floor and then with her right knee, brought it up. The force was enough to lift Terre off her feet. And as she was sailing through the air, Amarantha grounded herself before using her little speed to get in front of Terre's descending form. Her fingers wrapped in the thickness of Terre's hair before she pulled, slamming the woman into the ground. The impact created a creator, and pillars of concrete rose up like jagged teeth. And then after a momentarily flight she was away from the creator and was summoning up her chakra once more.

The pressure grew until she released it in all but one blast. And the she rotated the chakra on both the inside of her body as well as the outside. As she allowed it to mix and turn, her legs and arms were the first to go before the rest of her body turned translucent. She was more or less see through. The Kamyuja rose her pulsing fist up to her face but with her own eyes, could see no solid form. A smile approached before she walked over to Terre silently. But now the woman was rising but rather slowly.

Her skin bleeding from different areas, and bruises, purple in color married her skin. As soon as the old woman looked around, she stared right past Amarantha as though she did not exist. Amarantha thought it couldn't be that easy, but after her attempts before, anything could happen. But still for good measure, she attacked. But as soon as Terre stared right into Amara's eyes and smiled, the Kamyuja knew she was tricked and landed hard on the ground from an unseen strike from the granny.

Wiping blood from her lips she flipped to her feet and looked down at her body. She did not get it, could not make out what was wrong. With a shake of frustration and pain, she then realized what it was. She could see her hair. With a squeal of amusement she then took run and jump, kicking Terre first in her open hand before round housing in mid air to hit her side. As soon as the strike was done, she pulled back, summoning her chakra up instantly, this time making sure her head was also invisible before she chose to appear herself to her enemy.

[Draven]

O.O scary

Learned

[Celaena Kamyuja]

• Jinks' Indescribable Creep [10]
  Rank: "D"
  Skill: GenJutsu
  Effect: This Jutsu creates a creeping sensation over the target's body.
  Special: "Handseals"
  Drawback: ---
  Description: A Fear, Mind-Affecting Technique. Affects 1 creature. The user is able to perform this technique at a distance of 30 meters plus 15 meters per class level. The duration of this technique is instantaneous. This Jutsu creates a creeping sensation over the target's body that can cause it to become panicked for a short amount of time (1d4 rounds). With a successful save, the target is instead shaken for 1d4 rounds.
  Limit: Must know the Phantasm Perception.

000 | 010

Lightning flashed, followed by a crash of thunder so powerful it rattled the kitchen windows. The storm began not with a sprinkle or drizzle but with a sudden downpour, as if clouds were hollow structures that could shatter like egg shells and spill their entire contents at once. Amarantha was standing at the counter beside the refrigerator, scooping orange sherbet out of a carton into a bowl, and she turned to look at the window above the sink. Rain was falling so hard it almost appeared to be snow, a white deluge. The branches of the ficus benjaminas in the backyard drooped under the weight of that vertical river, their longest trailers touching the ground. She was relieved she wouldn't be on missions later in the day, it was hell in this kind of weather, even if it was dry inside, it was constantly wet outside. Leather was a bitch when it got wet. And the rash, not fun. Closing up the carton of sherbet and returning it to the freezer she would sigh, grip the nearest scroll and wondered into the Parlour room. Unaware of the boning within her corset leaving a vicious mark on her ashen skin, her attention was already on the scroll. And after a minute of studying and eating, she had already fashioned herself into the beginnings of her training. Glamour was out of the way, done and dusted. But now it was her Phantasm, Figment and Pattern Perceptions that needed to be learnt. And before she was finally finished – for a while of Genjutsus, her attention would seek something else, perhaps more dangerous that would release all her held up potentials, her pandemonium. But as for now, it was Genjutsu and first things first, it was the hand seals...

She quickly performed the seals a few times, over and over again, until they felt comfortable to her. She already had her target in sight; Terre, the poor old woman who still needs a punishment worthy enough to Amara's liking, from hiding her skills of the gates from her it was highly necessary. Amarantha does not support secrets. And so the 68 year old woman was the target. Nevertheless, if she were to be a skilled ninja she would need to be able to perform sinister Phantasms in the light of day, where her enemy stood tall and confident before her, or even the trusted kind that is. Even the trusted kind fall before the Kamyuja who sometimes care for none other than herself. And so her chakra would flow freely into her hands much easier than it had when she had first taken to training alone, though now, alone it seemed so easy. Remember, she told herself, slow build ups, even of the most hardest techniques. And, this technique was designed to cause a fear effect, disorienting the enemy and making their moves less effective so this, not hard at all but effective.

Something old, like Terre, would be a perfect practice. And so, fusing her chakra with the seals, she sat no more than a coffee table length from her target, and as her final seal fell into place, she poured the will to terrify into her sinuous energy. Immediately, the woman frisked a few inches from her once calm Serenity, apparently effected to some small degree. She glanced to and fro, trying to detect whatever it was that had suddenly put it at ease; her old eyes fell upon Amarantha as though she did not seen the hand seals being played before and froze to the spot, a look of fear in the eyes as if she knew who it was that made her uneasy. Amara didn't know weather to be annoyed that the woman knew it was she and not something else like a bad day or something superstitious but instead she stared back innocently, a sweet smile marrying her face. It was only the beginning after all. And so as to not hide anything she spoke calmly as though they were talking about the weather.

“And so, how did you learn Hachimontoku? It was quite a surprise.” The hand seals came again; and this time she did not bother to hide it, but openly, she looked Terre in the eyes and breathed out slowly, imagining her slithering chakra to be a putrid cloud of writhing shadowy tendrils, suspended to strangle the senior in its mist. This time, Terre rose as though having a tantrum. Not the reaction Amara was looking for but the look in the eyes of Terre was priceless nonetheless. Fear, pure, raw, fear. After all the Kamyuja knew that Terre had non Genjutsu capabilities and so this was entirely a shock. Anyway she shot straight up from her sitting position and almost fell over in her tightly wrapped kimono. Amarantha, like a child in her mad years of insanity, burst out laughing; even grannies were clumsy when scared, who knew?

''Where are you going? We are not finished yet. I am not finished yet, so sit down. SIT!'' As soon as Terre sat back down on the Antique Furniture, Amarantha bore her eyes deeply into the old ones. Her fingers were twitching, aching for something like a slap of her fingers against Terre's face, or maybe a punch. She did not know. But instead her long slender fingers once again slipped into the seals. At the same time she growled. “At least you could take this lesson like an adult you are instead of running off. My training is more important. But hey, if you want to run, I will be thrilled to chase you. But then again I may get too carried away and end up killing you. I am not happy with you Terre so sit and be my victim. This way I will not hurt you, much.”

There was venom in her words as there was in her chakra. Cold and cruel. And as she felt suddenly, she knew that this was it. She drew up as much chakra as she could master without making it ridiculous, and into it she poured her will of terror. And so with a voice so cold, so detached she summoned up her anger and betrayed feelings and allowed them to leave her lips in a tear of penetrating ice. “Leave or die. Skedaddle or feel and know my rage. I see you, and to me, you are nothing, nothing but an old, withered crone. I can not believe you could do this to me, me! After what I did for you?! I brought you to my home. I give you my trust, my wealth. And THIS is that you do to me! GET OUT, GET. OUT!!” And just by the looks and posture of the old woman, she didn't need to say the words she did.

Terre convulsed as she locked eyes with the Kamyuja, and for a single moment, she thought that her words did not sink in and that violence was what answered the cause. But after a moment, Terre stood and was about to leave. A sudden feeling over took Amarantha, and at first she thought, Victory, but then no. She wouldn't allow it to end that way. The woman might be running, but it could have been her words and not the actual Genjutsu. Plus, what was the point of this training if she were to simply let her 'enemy' go? Amarantha tore after a fleeing Terre, Amara's chakra from her technique was still heavy about her as he sped after the woman. She plague Terre relentlessly, blocking her exits when she got to close to the doors which lead to outside.

The storm was atrocious, and as Terre leaped and shattered a window to get out side, Amarantha still followed like a mad woman she was. Amarantha came to a steady halt as Terre wallow around in panic, looking from Amarantha to the raging, storm around them. But over the sound of the storm, Amara herd the roar of Adelpha's cry for her to do it. And so Amara performed the seals again; but rather than feel the horror again, Terre made a run for it. A fast Shunshin which forced Amara to do the same just to keep up with her. At the same time she would cry. “So, in the end... you chose to run than to remain by my side even after my words to you. A Genjutsu was in play woman! And weather you like it or not you are not leaving me now. You will not survive without me! I would not bear the site of living alone, even without you.” A fist came from Amara in that moment and as soon as Terre was knocked out. The rain from the storm was the only sound that echoed the field of her home. The sound of rain. The rain. The cold merciless sound of the rain.

[Nira]

ooc: HOLY GODS... cool.

Oh, how delightfully frightening. Love how you set up the storm to run through the end.

Poor old woman, though.

+10, learned!

[Celaena Kamyuja]

• Silent Image [10]
  Rank: "D"
  Skill: GenJutsu
  Effect: User is able to create a large illusion with no sound, smell, texture, or temperature.
  Special: "Handseals"
  Drawback: The visual figment cannot extend beyond 15 cubic meters per class level.
  Description: Affects anyone who sees the image. The user is able to perform this technique at a distance of 120 meters plus 60 meters per class level. The duration of this technique lasts as long as the user concentrates on the technique. This technique may be disbelieved once interacted with. This Jutsu creates the visual illusion of an object, creature, or force, as visualized by the user. The illusion does not create sound, smell, texture, or temperature. The user can move the image within the limits of the size of the drawback.
  Limit: Must know the Figment Perception.

000 | 010

By the time Amarantha carried an unconscious Terre inside, they were both drenched to the bone. Her hair was plastered to her forehead and the old woman in her arms was shivering with a fever. This was the worst case scenario, Amarantha's head and every muscle in her body hurt as if she had just ran a marathon through six feet of snow in stilettos. But that was not what was on her mind. Not the fact that what she had did had caused some sort of mental trauma with the payback for her cruelty was the pain of her soul. She ignored it all. The Kamyuja went straight to Terre's chambers and stripped her of her wet clothes before lowering her body into the awaiting bed. As soon as the fire was alive and warmth filled the room, the Kamyuja did the normal routine of closing the curtains, alight the virgin candles before boiling water to the temperature of warm before placing the cloth on top of Terre's head. Amarantha once insane, now was calm, and as she attended the sick woman, she was vaguely aware of her own state. But even in her wet clothes, her mind seemed to be else where. The insanity finally starting to grip, even when training was on her mind...

The Kumogakure morning was high and blue, pierced by mountains with peaks as white as angels' robes, graced by forests green and by the smooth contours of lower meadows still asleep under mists mantle. The air was pure and so clear it seemed possible to look all the way to Shimo no Kuni if not for the distance. Amarantha stood on the front porch of her house, staring across the down-sloping, dew covered fields to the woods a hundred yards to the east. Sugar pines and yellow pines crowded close to one another and pinned inky shadows to the ground, as if the night never quite escaped their needled grasp even with the rising of a bright sun in a cloudless sky. The silence was deep. The wind was still abed, and nothing moved across that vast panorama except for two birds of pray – hawks, perhaps – circling soundlessly high overhead.

Shortly after one o'clock in the morning, the storm had finally cancelled itself as if the clouds had bleed themselves dry, or more like the gods above had stopped using their showers and ran out of water. But nevertheless, the Kamyuja woke to a new day. Still in her clothes from the previous day, and without a doubt, a rash was over her body from her leather corset getting wet from the adventure out into the storm hours before. She had left the sickness of the indoors, for Terre had not broken the spell of the weathers effects yet and Amarantha's healing abilities had always been so advance. Training was within her grasp once more, and a jutsu was already working within her mind. It was once again time...

Finally she'd become sufficiently angry with herself to break the chains of dread and proceed on with her training. And so promptly, she would generate a figment perception within her own mind. Figment this time as it was the most of the Genjutsus she was lacking within. Already she would be formulating a simple image, one of that of a tree in the distance. Once again her unique chakra was searching out a pattern of how colour was recognized, and perhaps develop a method for creating the colour in an adaptable way so that it could effect anyone who sees it. But then again she would not use her colours, the dark hues and pale colours that she prefers over the bright and happy ones.

No her eyes travelled toward the forests, where colours were rich as nature seemed to always be, and noticed the forms of different hues of greens and yellows, making that the perfect colour chart. She would take note of each colour and the lights and darks which undertake the tinting and shadowing of any colour from an actual colour chart as if she were the one painting. And then to take note of everything, she would then hopefully fill in the gaps of her already formed figment image within her mind. The shape, and pattern that was colourless and waiting to be completely formed. And 3-D as it was, a blank image at the moment incorrect with the whole training completion. The Kamyuja would look at the colours and images in the trees, before working of her figment image.

Complicated as it was, she could almost see, and feel the way this jutsu works. But a way for her to explain it was impossible to her as she was a doer and not an explainer. But nevertheless her mind was already working on the jutsu. And she had somehow already found the way of how to create whatever kind of image that she wanted. And if need be, she feels as though she could do it effortlessly. But a tree? She should have used a form of herself, an empty coloured figment of herself, or maybe even the woman, Terre.

But oh well, though she would continue to look at the trees in the distance for some sort of reference or guideline, it was neat how her figment image within her mind had singled out a simple hoptree, and it was laid out for her in that of a three dimensional aspect. 3-D as she had stated before in her thinking and doing but much more clearer, and sturdier. A painting was for the talented in real, but anyhow, she would already be adding the needed types of chakra patterns to the constructed image. So to single out how this could possibly work, she would use a figment space, and manipulate things so that space would look more like the image and not like an empty void of thoughts and chakra. And now like a painter she would be adding colour in shades of the needed to give it that three dimensional effect as well as the real look.

Continuing on this to make it real and to give it life she would add the same patterns she would get from referencing the real tree in the distance. These additional patterns would mimic the fluid motion of a living thing. Though this was all just sight based and other senses where not even involved, the tree was still a moving thing after all. The Kamyuja would continue this for what its worth until she was satisfied with it, and then once the shading and colours needed was done, she would over look her creation.

And then to end the whole process, she would then take a step back so that she could box the chakra that had mimicked her brain waves into the space that the illusion occupied. She would kit the whole thing up so that it could be functional as an illusion. And then her eyes would dart over to the actual tree, her lips pouting in question. Had she done this right? She had no idea and over all the disillusion felt threatening...

[Nira]

A world awaits from what you paint.

+10, Learned

[Celaena Kamyuja]

• Minor Image [10]
  Rank: "C"
  Skill: GenJutsu
  Effect: Jutsu similar to Silent Image except that the image includes some minor sounds.
  Special: "Handseals"
  Drawback: The visual figment cannot extend beyond 15 cubic meters per class level.
  Description: Affects anyone interacts with the image. The user is able to perform this technique at a distance of 120 meters plus 60 meters per class level. The duration of this technique lasts as long as the user concentrates on the technique. This technique may be disbelieved once interacted with. This Jutsu functions like silent image, except that minor image includes some minor sounds but not understandable speech.
  Limit: Must know the Figment Perception. Must know Silent Image.

000 | 010

Amarantha would continue to build upon her effectiveness with an image. She would move on to the sound sensation with the image. She could now see her image but to add an auditory component she would use very much the same method as she put colour into form. Amara would let her chakra invade her mind and let it design over her nervous system as if her mind was under a Genjutsu attack. But this was only fundamental and she would use the sounds within the crypt to get a sense of what things she needed to mimic. And by so, she would listen to the sounds of the forest before her.

She would see activity but it was just too much to find out specifically what sound was which. So she would wait until herself was under more control, then she would reduce any brain activity she had so that she could focus more clearly on sound. Fortunately for the Kamyuja, if she thinks about focusing on something, the human brain generally focuses their brain waves on that thing. In this case she would send a slow pulse of brain wave activity to a certain part of her mind. And then it happened. The animals within the forest started shuffling around again and she could see this specific area of the brain start to trigger off like a light display.

She would take note as each foot step was mixed in sound. She would thank whatever animal silently for being a bad walker as she would continue to take note. There would be different pitch and loudness to the sounds and she would start to see the pattern. Though this was still specific to walking and she would have to test this out further, this time though she could use her voice and she would know which area of her mind would be for sense of sound. Amaranha would use her voice in various extremes. A low rich type of voice to a high pitched voice as her voice box purred.

She would get loud and then quiet and see the effects. She would make note of these signals as she would need them to craft such noises with her illusion. Like wind through the trees, sometimes if herd from an illusion can sound like a whisper of continuous voices. This was a Genjutsu after all, so she thought like one. To mimic these signal in a brain when the illusion attaches itself to a mind, she would also make random noises like clicking sounds and clapping sounds. The Kamyuja would make words as well and noticed a heavy reliance on the memory centre of the brain known as the hippocampus.

Thus she would be confident in crafting this in her illusion. She would craft the basic image or rather the mimicry of the attacking chakra. The jutsu was just a chakra point in space that projected the attack, the attack itself was the mimicry of brain waves to translate the space of chakra as an image, and in this case sound. The Kamyuja would craft the sound just as she had crafted the visual components of the image. Like a painter she would craft different sounds for different occasions. In other cases, she would have tried the walk, like a thump of feet, or even a drag of feet, but instead, in this case she would try and effect the swaying of her image.

She would create the sound of what a leave makes when it brushes against other leaves near one single one. She would let the image sway in the invisible wind, and she would calibrate the sound to sound like whistling. She would have the image bend its branches, and even groan with all the swaying. She would do countless of things so that she could get a feel of how to craft sounds in this way. Amara would continue this till she could preform sounds that she had just thought of without having to experiment and calibrate it. This took a good deal of practice but eventually she had built up a natural feel for how sounds worked in relations to brain waves.

The woman would already be taking note of how she had used her chakra to mimic brain waves. How this worked was she only mimicked how sound worked and placed this attack on the brain into the space that the illusion had occupied. Thus whom ever would look at this space would be subjugated to a mental chakra attack. They would have this brain wave mimicry imprinted onto their brain, and thus would hear and see the illusion as it was. She would continue to mold different sounds though so that she could build on a more natural feel of how sound would work with any kind of image.

She would even incorporate what a none living object would sound like creek of a door. Before she was thinking of what a human might do. Like walking, stomping or even humming. But as she was doing those things, it had done nothing for her tree figment she had created. And that was another learning of its own. But now, she had the hang of it. And found that this was all too easy...

[N A T S U M I]

+10; Learned.

[Celaena Kamyuja]

• Major Image [10]
  Rank: "C"
  Skill: GenJutsu
  Effect: Jutsu similar to Silent Image except that the image includes some sound, smell, and thermal illuisions.
  Special: "Handseals"
  Drawback: The visual figment cannot extend beyond 15 cubic meters per class level.
  Description: Affects anyone who interacts with the image. The user is able to perform this technique at a distance of 120 meters plus 60 meters per class level. The duration of this technique lasts for as long as the user concentrates on the technique. This technique may be disbelieved once interacted with. This Jutsu functions like silent image, except that major image includes some sound, smell, and thermal illusions but not understandable speech.
  Limit: Must know the Figment Perception. Must know Minor Image.

000 | 010

Now since the easy requirements were completed, now it was time to move on. Next Amarantha would add a few final components to the mix. This time she would look for smells and the thermal types such as head, or even snow or air. The heat component would be difficult to mimic. As fire was against her abilities as was snow. But as she thought over it, lightning came to mind. Is lightning thermal? Lightning is a discharge usually from a towering cumulonimbus, such cumulonimbus clouds are formed by thermal convection. But can this be used in Genjutsu? Amarantha could see the problem then, she had no water abilities.

And so fire matches had ended up in her hands. And she would then find out how to mimic it in a simple way. Creating fire was easy, but now she had to work with it to make it go well with her genjutsu spell. She would start by using the same method she had been using but first to neutralize some brain wave movements she would search her mind through her nervous system detection method. She would wave her hand and check where motor functions came from and how they would look as interrupted through brain waves. She would keep this in mind as not being the sense of heat or even the lack of heat. She would then continue with her method.

The bin containing the fire she had created at this point should be hot and Amara would place her hand against the metal. Her hand would feel pain and heat. But due to her abilities, she easily withstood it. Though her brain would light up far to much to tell which part was actually the sense of heat, she could not mimic this because it would be too intense. She would pull her hand away as disappointment struck over her waste of time, and continued. Now learning her lesson and the mistake, she would only slowly hover her hand closer and closer to the bin. She would take note of what the brain would be doing now. She would notice a little brain activity and note how it increases as she got her hand closer. Not until she actually touched the bin did she notice the extreme activity. This would be discomfort that was added to the mix.

Pain toward others, was an important factor to put into the technique, because if the Kamyuja created an illusionary flame she would need that element if she where to mimic it flawlessly. Thus she would have a pattern and an idea of how to mimic this brain activity in a chakra sensation kind of way. She needed to gather all the sensation that heat creates. She would also go to the opposite extent of the sensation. She would do the same thing but instead her refrigerator would do the work. The icebox would be cold as ice so it was the perfect medium to test how the brain waves would react to such a stimuli. Once again she would use the same method and get her hand close to the icy container once she gets back inside.

And as soon as she was in front of the cooler, closer and closer her hand would go in, keeping note of the brain waves. As follows, Amara had developed the tools to create heat, she would move onto smells. Fortunately for her, she found raw meat. And once she warmed the slab of spoiled meat, all with the help of the bin still burning outside, after a while, the meat would smell bad. Like so, she would use the same method as she had done so before. She would first hold her nose so that she would let her chakra detect what the brain waves of no smell would be. She would then remove her fingers from her nose and get a smell of something neutral such as the fresh air coming from the forest near by. She would note her brains reaction and then go for the meats terrible stench in small dose until it was intensified.

Finally she would take a small bottle of incense from inside again, and do the same. Once again she would accumulate a painting pallet for smells and have an idea of how she can mimic these in terms of brain waves. As in so, the Kamyuja would use her crafted image and start painting a few pictures. She would try heat and use the variations she had learned and then mixed it up. She would even target specific areas of the image for different sensations of heat. The heat and cold wasn’t all that difficult to mimic, but the combination of smell and heat took practice. Like before she would develop a smell for the image and mix and match different smells so that she could mimic almost anything that she could think of.

It was an interesting thing because she could actually draw from her very memory something like an apple and mimic what the smell could be. The trick was actually taking the memory and specifically the pattern from the smell area of the brain and reproduce it. Thus she could transpose this to the space of chakra the projected the attach genjutsu from the space to the brain and the mimicry would be complete. Now hopefully after being inside and out, then back inside again, this would have been a success. Time will tell...

[👺 Usiel]

+10 learned

[Celaena Kamyuja]

• Instant Diversion [10]
  Rank: "D"
  Skill: GenJutsu
  Effect: Creates Illusory doubles of the user.
  Special: "Handseals"
  Drawback: ---
  Description: Affects anyone who sees the user. The user is able to perform this technique on themselves. The duration of this technique lasts for 5 rounds per class level. This technique may be disbelieved once interacted with. As the user spins around, they produce residual images of themselves, each of which splits off from their body and moves away. 1 + 2 Per Class Level illusory doubles of them appear, spinning off from their original location as they turn in a circle. The user is then free to go elsewhere while their doubles move away in a manner of their choosing. The doubles move at the user's speed and can emit minor sounds such as footsteps or metal clanking, but they can only be made to move, withdraw, or run. Any successful attack against an illusory double destroys it. Figments seem to react normally to area attacks such as looking as though they are being burned alive through a Fire Jutsu.
  Limit: Must know the Figment Perception.

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Ring around the rosy... A pocketful of posies... "A-tishoo! A-tishoo!"... We all fall down...!
Collapsing to the long grass, the Kamyuja would giggle at her stupidity. But that's what this jutsu reminded her of. She could not believe for one bit that this jutsu required the user, AKA herself to spin around, until several images of herself appear around her. It was ridiculous, but had to be done. She sat up from her dizzy spell and got to her feet once more. She had to get used to the sickness that comes over her each time she spins. If not then it would be worthless in trying to learn this jutsu.

And so she would begin to spin once more. Her body rotation around until the bile within her throat threatened to spill over. But still she did not stop, not even when some of its goo dribbled down her chin. She continued to spin until her head hurt, her hair whipped her face, and even until she could no longer do it and was forced to stop weather she wanted to or not. And so after a moment of spinning, the spinning Lasso sounded ended in a thump to the ground, followed by the sound of the woman empting her stomach. This was pointless, absolutely absurd. But after she used the grass to wipe clean her mouth, she would stand up again and continue.

Even when her temper was rising. All she had to remind herself was that this was a step stone to the better and more reasonable jutsu that's out there and once this one was completed, there was nothing there to stop her. And so the sound of the rope being spin started all over again. But the Kamyuja started her twirls slow and easy. Not at all like the mad spin she was doing, all that accomplished her was a sick stomach and a pounding head. But now this seemed more reasonable, and less torment upon her body. And so now as she spun around like a mad woman, she summoned up her chakra and allowed it to cast the illusory effect in which it was suppose to.

Her body immediately hummed with life as her Genjutsu chakra woke up to seek out the information that was needed for this jutsu. And within moments, she felt her chakra begin to emit several shapes of herself as she spun around. Though they did not leave her body, but rather stuck to her, she continued to spin knowing that if she wasn't doing this correctly there would be no improvement. And so as she continued to spin, holding her stomach as the sickness was starting to return, she imagined her figment doubles moving away from her in their own manner of choosing. She concentrated onto that until twins of herself, began to spin from her as though she had suddenly preformed a magic trick and when there was only one, now three of her showed.

And though she imagined applause, she continued her spin, knowing that more was to come due to her class level. Between her spin and her hair, she noticed that her doubles had indeed moved off into their own manner. Success she thought, even when she felt the next release of chakra as another clone was released in a spinning formation until it sorted out what it wanted to do. And so as far as she was concerned, this was a success and she simply stopped her spin and fell in a heap to the ground. As the world kept on spinning above her, shortly, familiar faces of herself appeared in view as she noticed that her figment clones had some over to see if she was all right...

Name: Strengthen Kumogakure
Rank: D
IIC Length: 2 Days
Difficulty: Easy
Description: Increasing in strength is an important part of helping your village. Thus the ninja are being asked to train a technique! The idea is simple train a D ranked technique and then show the new skill to the staff at the Raikage tower. Once this is done you will be rewarded for helping make the village strong!
Objective: May be repeated once a month.
Personnel Requirements: 1-3 Ninja of any Rank
Reward: 1,000 Ryo (800 for a Non-Nin)

[Draven]

dizzy lol

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[Celaena Kamyuja]

Exit for a new cycle

[Draven]

Locked upon request.