Haiwynn's Personal Training (Overgrown Clearing) [T][P]

[Ten'yo Haiwynn]

Overgrown Clearing
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This thread is for all of Ten'yo Haiwynn's personal training sessions inside the village of Grass. This first post serves as a contents page for all the jutsu and other things Haiwynn aspires to learn, that can be learnt solo.

Contents Page

Jutsu Shō, 術消, (Technique Neutralize) [Learning C Rank]

[Ten'yo Haiwynn]

Jutsu Shō, 術消, (Technique Neutralize)
[Learning C Rank]

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Jutsu Shō, 術消, (Technique Neutralize)
Rank: "D", "C", "B", "A", "S" Rank
Skill: NinJutsu
Effect: This jutsu cancels or impedes the occurring of the opponent's technique. It uses the same amount of chakra as the jutsu it intends to cancel.
Special: "Hand Seals"
Drawback: You must know the technique that the opponent is doing. In order to stop a certain type of technique the user must know the rank for that technique. This means in order to stop D you must know D. In order to stop S you must know S.
Description: A strong technique that has been passed down from ninja to ninja just in case of a ninja is being attacked by a technique that may go against the person and that they know the technique. The user must know the technique in order to stop the technique in question. When a technique is already out in play the user is unable to stop the technique. The user must try to stop the technique during the preparation of the technique. A very helpful technique indeed if the opponent attacks with a technique that has a long preparation. In order to stop a D Rank Technique the user must learn the D Rank version of this technique. In order to stop a C Rank Technique the user must learn the C Rank version of this technique. In order to stop a B Rank Technique the user must learn the B Rank version of this technique. In order to stop a A Rank Technique the user must learn the A Rank version of this technique. In order to stop a S Rank Technique the user must learn the S Rank version of this technique.
Limit: To learn A and S Rank Technique you must be either a Ninjutsu Specialist or Genjutsu Specialist.

By the time Haiwynn arrived at his secret training spot, the sun was already high in the afternoon sky, and what had started as a gentle breeze at the start of the day had long since evolved into a brisk wind. Still, the freshly promoted Genin didn't mind; this was the first bit of peace ha had managed to steal for himself since the ceremony in which he had been given his headband. He came to a steady stop in the centre of the clearing, before throwing his pack off to the side and sitting down. He knew the Chuunin exams were quickly approaching, and although he had only just formally graduated from the Academy, wanted to further his skills enough to participate. He already knew which technique he wanted to further, and he was well aware he would struggle even in the early stages against an opponent. Still, he thought, tightening his headband around head in such a way that it completely covered his mouth, best to prepare ones techniques with as few spectators as possible. He wasn't comfortable with the idea of being watched.

His hands came together almost reluctantly, though the set of handsigns he were to practice were well familiar to him. The burning sun high above vanished behind a cloud, and Haiwynn began, closing his eyes and frowning in concentration. His hands moved from one sign to the next gracefully, as though he had performed them a thousand times before, but his mastery of the technique thus far betrayed his experience with it. He pictured the jutsu in his head, as though an enemy were stood before him, preparing one of his own, and Haiwynn's hands mimicked the imaginary foe sign for sign. ''Jutsu Shō!''

Behind his mask, the words came out a mumbled mess, but he didn't mind that either. No, his concentration was absolute, and his determination even more so. Especially, he sighed, considering the fact that his chakra didn't mould strongly enough the first time around. Had a foe actually been standing before him... his efforts would have fallen flat, and he would likely not had time to perform a substitution. The boy nodded to himself sagely. A real combat situation would have granted him a nasty wound...

He shook his head, shuddering. He hadn't seen much of combat yet, besides the things they taught as standard in the academy. It would likely be a long while too, considering the freshly promoted ninja of the Grass village were sent to do menial tasks. Would he need Jutsu Shō when chasing cats and repairing houses? Not likely. He sighed again, his hands coming together for a fresh attempt. It was useless keeping that mentality. He could pretend that he had all the time in the world, but in reality...

Just how prepared should an Academy Student turned Genin be?

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''No.'' Haiwynn mumbled, scowling. ''Enough of that.''

He closed his eyes again, and just like before, his imaginary enemy appeared before him, his phantom hands moving to perform the Zeus' Bolt jutsu that he knew oh so well. In his mind, his hands moved faster than the phantom's, and he finished the final seal a fraction of a second before his counterpart. His chakra flared in his veins, teeth grinding in concentration, but still, it wasn't enough. Perhaps if the technique was less aggressive? Ah, no, he told himself again. Too weak a technique to counter and there wouldn't be any point to him pushing himself at all!

It frustrated him to no end, especially considering the fact that he had witnessed one of his classmates perform the selfsame technique not a week before, with flying colours! He wasn't usually one to spite somebody for their success, but the ease with which they demonstrated their ninjutsu prowess when he was sat there struggling infuriated him beyond belief, so much so that he found himself reaching for a twig and throwing it as hard as he could at a nearby tree.

''You'll never succeed at this rate! No wonder they sent you away!''

He stared hard at the bark of the tree in front of him, as though it were the towering monstrosity's fault he was having such a hard time. He closed his eyes again, but instead of forming the usual signs, he merely sat there in his self-made darkness, focusing on his inner chakra. Compared to the other children, it wasn't all that impressive. In fact, he could hardly channel it at all! His transformation technique had required so much effort to perform properly that he hadn't slept in a week, and that was a technique all 'baby' ninja learnt easily, according to his 'so-called' sensei!

''This anger isn't getting me anywhere!'' he finally sighed, falling backwards onto the canopy floor. The birds above chirped loudly; he was very lucky to find this place, considering the jungles of his new home were far from accommodating to the sun. ''I need to relax...''

His imaginary, faceless enemy faded away, and was replaced with a fellow classmate, who he knew for a fact made a lousy ninja. This was an enemy he could beat. He knew it, and his classmate knew it too. His hands came together for a final time...

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In his mind, his classmate stumbled, as he always did when he was under pressure. Perhaps Haiwynn was giving the kid too much credit, for within his head, the kid finished his handsigns regardless. The Genin's chakra ran fluid to his palms as his final seal was completed, and for a moment, he felt empowered, and strong enough. It was as though some light bulb had switched on; behind his mask, the freshly promoted Genin smiled, for he had finished far before the other child, who was stood staring at him dumbly as his Zeus' Bolt failed miserably.

When Haiwynn opened his eyes, he was still on his back, and the sun had come out from behind the clouds. His moulded chakra drained away, and suddenly, he found himself feeling far more carefree than he had before. Still... he had struggled to learn what was classified as a 'C' rank technique, and the thought of learning the next stage was daunting. He would need it, he knew, for the Chuunin exam he wanted to participate in, after all, how could he ever face his peers if he had massive difficulty with the most minor of jutsu?

''Well what do you know... If it takes beating up a weakling... I guess that kinda works...''He yawned loudly, exhaustion setting in; when did he last sleep? A couple of days ago? He needed to move, lest he drift off. Napping in the sun wasn't as innocent as it sounded, considering the forest was full of many dangerous creatures, and he was certain he didn't want to wake up in intensive care. If he ever woke up at all.

''Back to Aimi's place then... Sure...'' He said, rolling onto his stomach. ''Soon, anyway...''

It took him longer than he would have liked to drag himself to his feet; the massive sword on his back felt like it weighed even more than it usually did, and the ache of his muscles opened his eyes to what he would then classify as 'real' training. No more Academy stuff. If he hadn't been taking things seriously before, he certainly was as he retrieved his pack and began making his way back home to the village...

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By the time Haiwynn returned home, night had begun to settle in. He passed ninja after ninja as he scurried on, his massive sword drawing more attention than he was comfortable with as he himself stood at only 4 feet. Still feeling a little annoyed as he passed the local ramen shop, he slowed down and peered in, as if to look for a target to mentally mock. Upon finding nobody worthy, the anger finally released him from it's hellish hold, and he found himself completely at peace.

What would Aimi think of him, getting so worked up over so little a thing? The Genin was starting to grow on him, much to his chagrin, but there was nothing he could do about it, short of moving out and finding a new home.


...But that required energy, and the young Genin simply didn't have enough of it to consider the thought further then and there. It all just seemed so... tedious...

Tomorrow, he thought. Tomorrow, he would be back... And he would learn the next step, considered amongst his peers to be a 'B' rank jutsu. If he struggled with 'C' rank... he knew he would have fun learning the advanced version, once he had managed a good night of rest...

Upon reaching home, he grinned behind his mask, noticing that his housemate had, once again, left the leftmost window open. Lifting it up further from its latch, he climbed in, being far too lazy to unlock the door, and made straight for his room.

''...One more time. Before sleep. Tomorrow will be difficult... I need to make sure I have this step perfect.''

This time, he kept his eyes open, and envisioned the same faceless enemy ninja as before. His chakra flowed more freely to his hands as his seals came together a little more fluidly than last time, and, with a burst or renewed energy-

''Jutsu Shō!''

His enemy reeled back as his seals were nullified, and as his mental creation fizzled into dust, the exhausted Genin fell backwards upon his bed, his eyes closed, drifting into oblivion...

''Hey, whaddudoin??'' Aimi yawned, poking his head around the sliding door.

Haiwynn groaned.

[Finished][25/30]
[Kameo approved by Aimi]

[KoKoKo]

Learned

[Ten'yo Haiwynn]

Chakura Kyuin Jutsu (Chakra Absorption Technique)
[Learning C Rank]

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Chakura Kyuin Jutsu (Chakra Absorption Technique)
Rank: "C" Rank
Skill: NinJutsu
Effect: The user is capable of draining a small piece of the opponent's chakra by pushing their arm off, making sure that they are close to the opponent.
Special: ---
Drawback: The user must have some sort of ground, or must be within close range of the opponent. What this means is that they must be at least couple of feet from the opponent in a maximum range, or they must have hold of something that is pure chakra such as chakra strings.
Description: The user focuses their own chakra within their body and pushes it towards their very hands. As the user does so they create a somewhat "vacuum" like effect within their own chakra along the palm of their hands. What this occurs is when the user grows close to the opponent and does a punching like motion the opponent will feel a small amount of chakra escape from their very own body and be used towards the user's own special like force. This can be used to further the strength of the user with their own chakra supply.
Limit: Anyone is capable of learning this technique.

The next morning, before his alarm had even gone off to wake him, Haiwynn was dressed and out of the front door. The exhaustion of yesterdays training had worn off a little, and as he ran down the near-empty streets, he knew he felt revitalised enough to start training on another technique. But which? After some thought, some gentle whisps of consciousness that flitted across his mind as he drifted off to sleep, he had realised that merely imagining a foe to practice upon was all well and good for a C... but it wouldn't likely help him with the next stage up!

So, which technique should he train? He could hardly slack off despite his earlier plans being ruined! He looked up to the rooftops as he ran; the morning guard looked down at him in turn and waved, amused to see such a young boy taking his duties so seriously. Haiwynn rolled his eyes and continued; they were of no importance to him, and if they weren't going to take him seriously, he would gladly return the favour.

It was in that moment that he knew which technique he wanted to train; the only real difference in strength between him and the guards above was size of their chakra reserves. In the ninja world, chakra was the lifeblood of strength. Haiwynn only had so much, but his enemies would have plenty... why not tap into their pools too?

''The Chakura Kyuin Jutsu...! They taught us about it breifly at the Academy, I think I can remember the seals...'' He said to himself, running a little faster. He brought his hands out in front of him as he moved, practicing the signs without focusing any chakra, just to refamiliarise himself with the movements.

By the time he reached his clearing, he was confident and ready to begin, and begin he did, this time, without even removing his backpack. He poured chakra into his hands, imagining the day when it would be stronger, and when he would have more of it, but until that day arrived... The Chakura Kyujin Jutsu would have to do.

He frowned as he tried to direct his energy; nothing was happening. He was having little difficulty in guiding his chakra to his hands, but when it came to giving it absorbing properties...

''...Oh. This is harder than the Chuunins made it look.''

What had his teachers told him? The chakra in his fingertips swirled slightly as his mind drifted,. back and back. What had they said?

''...Imagine the chakra as a soothing whirlpool, and concentrate this image to your hands.'' That's what they said. He shook his head; how on earth was he supposed to do that!? The chakra in his fingertips drained away in his frustration. Today was going to be a long day...

''Again!''

He spread his legs slightly to steady his stance; the dirt underfoot gave way to his heels as he brought his hands together. Perhaps if he tried it with two hands, he would find it easier? The technique didn't require any particular handseals, and on the surface, it just appeared to be chakra control. Underneath, however, there was a complex test, for the jutsu required the user to channel their chakra whilst rotating it, into a vortex-type construct. It was the latter part of the jutsu that the Genin knew he would struggle with.

Rather than trying to create a vortex outright, Haiwynn sat on the floor with his legs crossed, and placed a leaf upon his palm.

''Concentrate...''

Slowly, as his chraka began to move, so did the leaf. Slowly. It moved as though jittering; his aim was to get it moving smoothly. And then? Faster.

''If I can just perfect this...!''

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Fraction by fraction, the leaf began to rotate. The more he scrunched up his eyes in concentration, the more the little leaf shuddered, as though it too were under strain. Suddenly, would any warning, the leaf gave one final shudder then crunched itself up in a ball, signalling that Haiwynn had used too much chakra all at once. It's fragile frame blew off to the side with the breeze, and the Genin opened his eyes, disappointed that he couldn't manage the jutsu straight off the bat. Still, it didn't surprise him all that much. Not everybody was born with talent, after all.

He picked up another leaf, and placed it upon his palm as he placed that hand atop the palm of the other. He rested his hands in his lap, in a sort of make-shift meditative stance, and gently began to guide his spiritual energy into the palms of his hands. The leaf hovered for a moment, but then sank back down against the meat of his palm. He didn't allow it to discourage him, however, for he knew he would be there for quite a few hours before he mastered even the basics.

And, so, for the new two hours, the small Genin sat alone under the vast foliage above, with nothing but the wind and the chirping of insects and birds to soothe him. Exhaustion set in before he managed anything amazing; by the time his chakra pool was reaching its dregs, he had managed to get the leaf spinning several times over, slowly.

At least he hadn't destroyed the leaf this time. He had taken a calmer approach, whereby he felt far more in control of himself, and sure of what he was trying to achieve. In doing so, finally, the leaf had responded to the waves of chakra coming from his hands, and the tiny green object span clockwise, as was the direction that Haiwynn's chakra was being coaxed into flowing.

''I guess... It's something...'' he muttered to himself, getting back to his feet. Even though his arms had been in such a relaxed position, the strain of practising over and over made them ache dully. He stood, stretching, then set off back to Aimi's house, planning to return tomorrow, for he had only mastered the simple part of the jutsu. Tomorrow? He would need to make the leaf spin fast enough that it was sucked towards his palm, and that seemed to be a milestone that was well and truly out of his reach, or would be, until he managed to get some rest.

When the Genin returned, the sun hadn't even risen, and the morning dew from the showers the night before cast everything in a strange prismatic glow. It brightened his mood somewhat; when he finally awoke, his body had been stiff and had ached all over, not used to the strain of the training it had been put through over the past two days.

''From the top...''

He didn't fancy sitting down in the damp, so this time, he kept on his feet, planting them firmly into the damp covering of leaves that littered the forest floor. His energy had returned to him for the most part, even though he hadn't slept particularly well, but he didn't let it stop him in the slightest. He held his hand out in front of him, without a leaf, and began to create the slow vortex he had managed the evening before, only this time, he did not have pure exhaustion sapping his efforts.

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[KoKoKo]

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[Ten'yo Haiwynn]

Within minutes, his chakra began to speed up in its rotation, though the effort it took was phenomenal. He just couldn't understand why moulding it was so hard, and it frustrated him so much that he had such poor control over this particular aspect of himself. Though the tiny vortex was hardly whirling fast enough for the technique to be considered complete, he began to move. He figured even if he could master the technique stood perfectly still, combat situations would never allow for it. Just as he expected, whenever he made to make a strike with his fist, he lost his precious concentration a little, and the technique fell to pieces. Perhaps he should start with walking?

Focusing his chakra again, he took a step forwards, his spiritual energy pulsating at the palm of his hand, threatening to vanish again. But, it didn't. It wobbled dangerously; a hair upon the edge of a pin, but then stabilised itself as soon as he stopped moving. Another step, another almost failure. Another. Another. Another. The more he tried it, the less temperamental his gathered chakra seemed to be, until he could take several small steps without losing any of the speed of his vortex at all.

After an hour or so of nothing but baby steps, Haiwynn could make it clear around his little training area without his chakra fluctuating at all. But, once again, walking was hardly useful in a real combat situation, so he repeated his training steps once again, only faster, and faster. He had no idea how the Chuunin and Jounin of his village managed to stay out in the field for days at a time fighting enemy after enemy; after half a day of walking and moulding chakra, he felt ready to collapse! It certainly didn't give him much confidence!

Sighing, he sat back down in the centre of the clearing, and pulled out the lunch Aimi had prepared for him. Not wanting to slack off too much, he took a bite of his sandwich, and whilst he chewed, rotated the rest in his palm with his chakra. He imagined he looked quite silly, but that was the point of his solitude. He finished quickly, and glanced around the clearing to find the biggest tree; to his left stood a mighty oak, which he would complete the next part of his training with.

All students were taught how to climb trees with their chakra alone, but once again, Haiwynn had struggled. In fact, he had barely passed that test at all! If he could suspend himself horizontally from the trunk with his chakra, whilst moulding it to the palm of his hand at the same time...

He nodded, and walked to the tree, staring up at how impossibly huge it was. The bark was aged and weathered; he would have to be careful not to overdo it, or he might damage it. He had a certain respect for nature, after all.

Over the next few hours, he went from being completely unable to multitask with his chakra, to being able to mould his energy to both his feet and hands simultaneously. He had fallen many times; his back ached horribly, and his muscles were spiked with pain whenever he moved, signalling the end of his training for that day. He would return tomorrow to resume, and finally master his technique.

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The next day, Haiwynn allowed himself a little more of a sleep in. By the time he returned to his clearing, the sun was high in the sky, and the air had already warmed up comfortably. He still ached from yesterdays efforts. Throwing his pack to the side, he began to mould chakra in both hands, until he had two small, sluggish vortexes in his palms. He closed his eyes and concentrated as hard as he possibly could, trying to speed the rotations up. It was time to put all his little methods of improvement to the test as the same time.

He started with a slow walk around the clearing; a warm up. Then, he moved on to a gentle jog, his chakra wobbling a little as he went, but steadied by his stubborn resolve after a few laps. Faster and faster he went, each time his energy becoming more and more stable, until he could run, and then finally sprint around the area he had chosen to train without his energy losing form.

Next, the tree. He sprinted towards it, pooling chakra at both his feet and hands as he did so; his feet connected solidly with the bark, and for one horrible moment, he thought he might fall. He didn't. He shot up the tree, chakra still in both hands and whirling constantly. Up and up he went, until he reached the first major branch, which he hopped onto and sat down upon. So far, he hadn't lost his little vortexes once!

He took a small break, then repeated the loop several times over, until his confidence grew and the whole thing felt more natural to him. He had found that being comfortable with ones own abilities really did help the training process, so his whole aim the entire time was to simply train himself to know what he was capable of. On the tenth lap, once he had finally sat down again high above the ground, the sun began to go down behind the sprawling canopy of leaves, and he knew he was ready to try his final idea.

He let the chakra fall from his left hand, and instead devoted his attention to the right. He pooled the chakra that had previously been in his left, into the right, and couldn't suppress a grin when the vortex grew a little larger, and span a little faster. He imagined a whirlpool, and tried to mimic it; if he could only rotate the vortex faster, he would be able to yank energy from his opponents!

Haiwynn stayed like that until night had truly fallen; the little clearing had been shrouded in darkness, and the only source of light was the light lilac energy between the child's dirty fingers. It seemed as though exhaustion was becoming a part of him, but he had already taken too long in learning such a simple technique, and refused to move until he had it.

The only thing left for him to do was meditate and practice. It took an hour or so of constant moulding for the child to notice any real change, but the vortex was definitely growing in speed, until his hand began to vibrate lightly from containing the whirling mass, finally signalling the end of his training. ''Will this be enough...?'' he wondered, staring at it with wide eyes.

..He stayed a few more hours to be certain.

[18/30] [Finished]

[|Ayame Unbound|]

Learned.

[Ten'yo Haiwynn]

Raiton - Raikyuu (Lightning Ball)
[Learning D Rank]

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Raiton - Raikyuu (Lightning Ball)
Rank: "D" Rank
Skill: NinJutsu
Effect: Creates a ball of lightning used to where the technique is capable of being hurled towards the person.
Special: "Hand Seals"
Drawback: The user is unable to move while using this technique.
Description: The user does an amount of handseals as they quickly concentrate on the chakra along the palm of their hands. The technique is used to where they create a small ball of lightning to where the user is capable of hurling it towards the opponent. This technique is weak however and is only capable of paralyzing an opponent for approximately one round no matter how strong the opponent may be.
Limit: Lightning Release

He returned bright and early, some time after mastering the Chakura Kyuin Jutsu technique, to learn yet another. This time, however, he was learning something far simpler; the Raiton - Raikyuu technique. He sighed as he entered the clearing; having already learnt two 'C' rank techniques and strugging throughout, he figured he would have a less difficult time learning this one. He dumped his things to one side, making sure they were far out of range, then set his sights on a large tree ahead. It was this tree that was to be his target, and as he pondered the most efficient way of succeeding, he guided chakra to the palm of his hand, and set about giving it Raiton properties. Static danced between his fingertips, making his nails tingle in a way that used to be terribly distracting. It was only as he got older, and became more experienced and focused, that he learnt to block it out whilst he was holding electrical energy. He spread his fingers, dividing his lightning chakra into each finger, then clenched them into a fist to compress the energy further, into the ball shape he knew he needed.

He settled down on his haunches, leaving a little space between his heels and bottom, then kicked off suddenly towards the tree; the first step of his training was simple, as he had already mastered Zeus' Bolt, which gave him valuable insight into holding and forming Raiton energy. This technique, however, was different in that forming a ball was far harder than forming a spear. All he had to do was keep his flow of energy consistent. The energy fluctuated in his hand; although he had not performed the hand seals to perform it correctly, the simple act of moulding lightning chakra and maintaining focus enough to move whilst carrying it was a valuable warm up. He knew it would make mastering his technique far easier. Holding the chakra, he ran ten meters up the tree, then flipped off backwards from the bark, the energy still pulsating in his hand as he landed, skidding backwards as his heels dug into the damp foliage.

''And now... Let's try the actual thing.'' he muttered, letting his chakra disperse. He wasn't particularly experienced in hand seals, but the set required for the lightning ball weren't any more advanced than the ones needed for his Jutsu Shō. His seals came as fluidly as such inexperience would allow, his chakra rushing to his hands once again as the final seal fell in place. Next came the part he had read about; near-paralysis of the legs. There was no way he would be able to move when using the jutsu in combat, that was for certain, but he was sure he could find ways of utilising it regardless. Releasing the final seal, lightning chakra overpowered his neutral chakra at the palm of his hand, pulsating and rotating slowly until it resembled a crude ball.

He flicked it towards the tree, watching as it sent static through the air, until it collided with the bark and dispersed, leaving a blackened scorch mark. Had he thrown it at a person, they would have been shocked into temporary paralysis; a very valuable asset in combat, even if it did render movement impossible. Just to be sure, he repeated the seals, working up his chakra once again as the ball formed, until it was ready to be thrown again. He couldn't help but notice how pitifully weak the ball he made really was; perhaps his seals were weak and he needed more practise? He wasn't even sure if the product of his efforts were potent enough to stop a living target for that long, surely there was a way to increase the effects?

He shook his head as he threw it forwards, eyes narrowing as he noticed it was smaller than the last. Not by much, granted, but enough to irk him. Yes, he thought, breathing deeply. It had to be the strength and precision of his seals. There was only one way to improve upon them, though, and that was by pure practice alone. With that thought in mind, he settled down and began to repeatedly perform the seals, over and over, until he felt he were comfortable with him. Usually, he found his long nails clipped his fingers or the flesh of his palms when moving quickly; this time around, however, he didn't slip once. He pushed chakra into his hands once more, letting his Raiton energy flow, until the ball of lightning convulsed and finally stabilised, ready for throwing once again.

This time, he hesitated, and glanced down to its size. It was still too small for his liking; when he had seen demonstrations, the person performing it had managed much more impressive results! He frowned, and guided more chakra into it, sweating as the effort was more than he expected. Finally, after several long moments, the ball grew in size, and he threw it forwards once again. He was pleased to note the static surrounding the mass seemed far stronger, and far more likely to paralyse. The ball crashed into the tree with a high-pitched crackle; yes, he thought, relaxing slightly. That was more like it!

[?/10] [Finished]

[Solus]

~Learned!

Poor trees, I wonder how any ever survive in the world of NFRP with so much training going on....

[Ten'yo Haiwynn]

Phantasm Perception
[Learning C Rank]

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Phantasm Perception
Rank: "C"
Skill: GenJutsu
Effect: Jutsu allows the user to perform Phantasm Perceptions.
Special: ---
Drawback: ---
Description: Phantasms can only be perceived by the user and target, unlike the previous 3 Perceptions. The impression created by a Phantasm exists only in the mind and is personalized for everyone perceiving it. All phantasms are therefore, Mind-Affecting Jutsus. Nightmare is a good example of such a Phantasm. If you want to keep your actions secret from everyone but your subjects, Phantasm is a good choice, whether you want to frighten or to deliver a message.
Limit: ---

The next thing Haiwynn really wanted to delve into was Genjutsu, or more specifically, the Phantasm Perception. Having borrowed a ponderous tome from the Kusagakure library for the day, he had set out at a leisurely pace for once, truly wanting to enjoy what he was about to learn on a more personal level. Learning a new way of thinking, or rather, a new perception or release always excited him, and he was just so disappointed that one day he may very well run out of new 'categories' of jutsu to learn and perfect. He dumped his things, as he usually did, but this time climbed a tree branch knowing that the vast majority of his learning today would be pure speculation and philosophy. Once he had settled down, legs crossed over the largest branch, he opened the huge leather-bound tome and began to read.

The first chapter began with the basic, most fundamental concepts regarding Phantasms. He frowned as he read the scrawled writing, wondering what type of person A. M. Moorte really was. Perhaps he was a genius? Sighing, he focused his concentration. The first chapter presented him with one important question; what really was a Phantasm anyway? He had been taught back in the Academy that it was a terrifying variant of Genjutsu, used to instil fear and unnerve the opposition. Phantasms were the base manipulation of the inner horrors and regrets that plagued the human mind... or, at least, that was what Groenen Sensei had said. It was obvious to him now, as he meditated in the shade of the huge oak high above, that perhaps Groenen wasn't a fan of this particular perception. A bad experience at one point, perhaps?

In contrast, Moorte described Phantasms as the acute grasping of the human psyche, and the primal, most base instincts that the brain provided a person with as a last, terrible line of defence. The fight or flight response was one of the most renown theories in the world of psychology; Phantasms sought to build upon that simultaneous strength and weakness, and the works of Moorte promised him the ability at the tip of his fingers. The book was thick, and worn. Perhaps others had come recently to steal the genius's secrets...?

Groenen might have been terrified, but Haiwynn? Haiwynn was fascinated. Humans were alike to sheep in instinct; fear governed them as nothing else did. Master fear, and you yourself would never taste its bitter grasp ahold your soul again. It made him shiver. No, Moorte's idea of Phantasms was almost... fanatical. Haiwynn scrunched up his eyes in concentration and leaned in closer to the yellowed pages, as though he thought he might will them to reveal their secrets. Apparently, he wouldn't need to, for Moorte was both descriptive and eager in his written work to pass on the good intentions of the ninja he had trained in such sinister works of art. Haiwynn shuddered again.

''Fear is alike to the ripest of fruits to a starving man. That is, if it was the fruit that sought out the hunger of its predator. It glides across your senses, leaving you powerless in your tracks. It can topple the most hardy of warriors, and render a child stronger than a giant. In a world of fear, he who dominates fear, dominates.'' Moorte had written. Haiwynn sat back, glancing up at the canopy above, analysing what he had just read. Was it even possible? Could it even be done? He found it hard to believe one could manipulate their chakra in such a way, but, he thought, then again, he could throw lightning if he wanted to. Was it really such a stretch to imagine control over the most primal of instincts? He tried to channel his own into his fingers, conjuring up the vilest image he had ever dreamt and forcing it into the energy, but by the end of it, he was left sweating and bitter at the prodding of his nightmares. Perhaps he ought not prod further...

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[Ten'yo Haiwynn]

It felt like Moorte were laughing at him behind the thin, yellowed pages. Just the mere description of the Phantasm Perception was making him think, feel and act as though he were a child. Technically speaking, he was, but he was also a ninja of the Hidden Grass Village. It was time to grow up. He turned the page; this particular chapter was headed with 'Fear: A Puzzle', and seemed to be purely based upon the concept and misconceptions of the topic. Hiking his knees up further towards his chest, Haiwynn began to read as the sun began to go down overhead. He hadn't even noticed the passing of time, so engrossed was he with the pages.

'Fear, in its most basic form, is the brain's reaction to something which it perceives to be a life-threat.' Well, Haiwynn thought. At least he knew that much already. 'But, where does fear come from, originally? How does the brain choose what to be afraid of, and what not? After all, the ninja of our world risk their lives every day, and some of them have never known the feeling of terror. Those same ninja, where they find no fear in their work, may find a simple trip to the doctors for an immunisation shot to be the most heartbreaking experience known to man. Or, at least to themselves. In the field, it is common knowledge that going up against a neighbouring village's forces should be far more worrisome than a simple momentary flash of pain.'

Haiwynn frowned; he was beginning to understand what Moorte was saying, at least in some small capacity. Now that he thought about it, fear was a very strange thing. He thought back to one of his classmates; a girl by the name of Susann Hibiki, who had balked at the sight of a tiny black spider scurrying across the floor. The other students had laughed and pointed. That same Kunoichi had been the first to perfect her Katon; one of the other children who had previously laughed fell pale at the sight of the flames and had fled the room in tears. So. Just what was it that dictated a person's fears? Perhaps Moorte had more to say on the subject?

'Perhaps the most key aspect of what determines a person's worst nightmares are the experiences they are put through as a child. Children are hardly known to be the most rational of creatures; without that voice of reason sweetly whispering in their ear, even small everyday experiences become damaging memories of complete and utter terror. For example; an infant, growing up in poverty may nurse an overwhelming sense of dread at the feeling of owning nothing once more, once they finally manage to climb the ladder to success. That person may become bitter and greedy, and knock all other people down whilst trying to avoid the feeling of hunger and longing. They do not realise that replacing one instance of hunger and longing with another fixes nothing, and fear is the key factor in that weakening of the soul. It is this base component which makes the Phantasm Perception arguably one of the most feared. Ironic, yes?'

Yes... That made sense to Genin. The sun finally faded into the horizon, and he found himself hastily filling a glass jar with twigs and striking up a match to create a temporary torch. Moorte made a lot of sense. He remembered his teacher taking Susann from the room, and her parents pleading to the class that they avoid mocking her, for when Susann was even smaller, she and her mother had been bitten by a venomous spider and both had almost died. It was, of course, enough to make any child recoil from seeing one unexpectedly...

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[Ten'yo Haiwynn]

Having grown up so far away from any real sources of danger, and having being the pampered youngest of his clan, Haiwynn had never really experienced anything remotely akin to fear. Where those other children had experienced things that directly influenced their take on certain aspects of the world, the only real thing that could remotely come close to the feeling of terror was when one of his guards were slain by bandits. Even then, the feeling was more akin to... doubt. He closed his eyes for a moment, letting the dark envelop his senses; around him, the sounds of rustling leaves and chirping insects, awoken by the night, began to unfold as conscious entities. Before, they had merely been static in the background of his reading, and had gone completely ignored.

The cool chill of the night began to register, and the tiny hairs on his arms stood up. By the time he opened his eyes, he was far from comfortable. He thought, if only he could put himself out of his comfort zone, perhaps he could begin to understand what the meaning of fear actually was, and begin touching the corners of the Phantasm Perception. By the time he turned the next page, the moon had replaced the sun, and his tiny fingers has turned icy-numb. The next chapter was entitled 'Manipulation: Controlling the Enemy.' Now thoroughly uncomfortable, the tiny Genin returned his attentions to Moorte and all his wisdom.

'It is one thing to understand and know fear. It is quite another to read the emotion in somebody other than yourself. And, it is another entirely to have the insight into said fear that you can readily play upon the insecurities of others. So, how can it be done, you may ask yourself? Why, the answer is quite obvious. The whole Phantasm Perception relies upon your ability to watch and analyse your enemies movements and reactions. Whether this is in secret, or in the heat of battle, an eager student of Genjutsu must use all the resources available to them, lest their tricks and deceptions fail and go to waste. Watch for hesitation, and watch for restraint. In a fight between three people, stay back and observe. Violence isn't the answer where subtle Phantasms are concerned, and it shouldn't be a concern of yours either.''

Moorte's words rang true, even if they were a little obvious from Haiwynn's perspective. Every ninja was taught at a young age to watch and judge their movements based upon the foe they were facing. ''The Phantasm Perception, however, only falls on a single target. Where it is predominantly used for terror and domination, it may also be used to deliver messages in situations where words cannot be spoken out loud. This of course may leave you vulnerable, but I trust I don't have to teach you any in that respect!''

''No, you don't.'' Haiwynn said out loud, snapping the tome shut and strapping it to his back. For all Moorte's words, he knew that if he hadn't experienced what he would be dishing out first hand, he would fall short when trying to actually attempt any Genjutsu. There was only one thing for it. He would have to make himself scared... somehow. He stood there, a long, long time thinking about it, until an idea finally popped into his head. He was stood upon a branch, high, high above the ground. How horrible would it be to climb down from such a height,
without using any chakra to steady his movements? He began the slow decent down. He had never climbed a tree before the Academy, and never done so without the aide of his chakra, and he had been steady and cautious even with. If he slipped and fell here, nobody would find him for days, for he hadn't told anybody where he went to practice! And what if he didn't die straight away? What if he just hurt himself so much he couldn't move, and he was forced to wither away...?

He couldn't see much, even with the moon overhead, and he found himself reaching out and grasping at nothing, moments before he tried to move. A couple of times, he found his heart skipped a beat as his fingers clawed over bark, looking for a ledge of some sort to ease his descent, and sometimes, he found none and had to take a chance of faith and drop a few inches. It was enough to make his heart race, and by the time his feet his the floor, he felt dizzy and weak, and his heart was racing in his chest. Perhaps this what fear was? At least... this was how fears developed. He didn't think he would be climbing trees again any time soon...

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[Ten'yo Haiwynn]

So, it was time to put everything Moorte had taught him into practice. He couldn't see how he was supposed to really do that, given that one had to learn the Phantasm Perception before actually being able to use any techniques, but there was no other way for him to know if he were ready to take the next step. His steps were wobbly and uneven as he backed away from the tree, until he was on the other side of the darkened clearing. The only sources of light were the moon high, high above, half concealed behind a thick canopy of shadowy leaves and vines. The other... were a group of midnight moths, glowing greenish-yellow upon the leaves of a nearby plant. It gave him an idea.

Backing away as far as he could from them, he sat down with crossed legs and raised his hands up in such a way that the brightly glowing insects were positioned in the gap between his fingers and thumb. He began channelling chakra into each of his fingers individually, his gaze focussed on the pinpricks of light ahead. His peripherals were overcome with darkness; if only he could drag inspiration and sinister intent from them and the threats that might lie within...! What was it that Moorte said? Manipulate the insecurities of the enemy to achieve your goals? It was easier said than done! The chakra in his hands pulsated as he guided it further up his arms, until finally, his whole body thrummed lightly with diluted energy. When was the last time he had nightmared? A month ago? A year? When he slept, he slept heavily, and couldn't hardly ever remember his dreams. What did tiny insects dream of?

They had no insecurities as such, the only real thing they feared was being consumed by the predator above them in the food chain. He needed to emulate that creeping nervousness, that prick of uncertainty that came when somebody was watching you without you knowing where they were. If he could manipulate his chakra in that way, he knew he would unlock the capacity to learn Phantasm Genjutsu within himself. In the village, it was well known that the Nocturna Chameleon hunted the Midnight Moths as its main source of food. Could he guide his chakra in that way, creeping and stalking like those hunters? He could only try.

He imagined what it would be like to stalk those insects slowly, carefully. Without sound. He imagined wrapping them up in his chakra and slowly suffocating them, until their wings beat softly, softly, finally stopping as the life left them. He imagined slowly tearing the fragile wings from them, and slipping them into his mouth as the Nocturna Chameleon did, and all whilst pondering these sadistic things, he reached forwards with his chakra, further and further until the waves caressed his target and their wings beat slower, sensing his presence finally. He conveyed the will to hunt and feed through his energy, blanketing the tiny lives with willpower, until their wings finally stopped beating as if to hide from his terrifying gaze.

For the insects, time seemed to slow to a grinding halt, for it felt in their tiny minds that a predator was near, though they could not sense from where they were being watched. Haiwynn imagined the dull panic that rose within them at that moment; the painful scrape of terror that they couldn't rightly comprehend, their tiny minds telling them one thing and one thing only; flee, or die.

''...Begone.'' he finally whispered, retracting his chakra. The insects didn't need to be told twice, and fled upwards towards the moon, high out of even the reach of his chakra. A nearby chameleon lashed out with its tongue, catching one mid-flight. Sometimes, fear could be used to lead somebody, or something to its own destruction, and as Haiwynn made to stand, his chakra losing its hateful intent, he knew from here on out it would only get better.

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