The Shark [T/O]

[Father 'Suke]

+10

You're almost there go go go go go!

[Jäger Beschützer]

[70/80]


Jäger stepped forward, and with each step, his size deteriorated slightly, and he shrank. By the time he reached the stony beach of the lake he was back to his meagre stature of seven feet eight inches. His legs shook and his body ached, and he fell to his knees, not even feeling the rocks that he fell onto. Weak through and through, his core gave way and he fell flat onto the beach and just breathed. That whole event had taken a lot out of his body, and he was feeling a little exhausted after the day. The Shark imagined that he was done for the day, he was going to relax, meditate a little on what had transpired and how it was going to be used in his battle tactics.  Once he was able to get up that was.  The adjustment in his body movements after shrinking had given his mind a lot to wrap around in regards of how much pressure to put into his movements.  In an attempt to push himself up with his right hand; he punched the ground and bemoaned his action with a groan.  Still a little out of it, it seemed.  Although it was not easy, he was capable of dialling it back and pushing himself to his knees, where he could turn around and sit on a rock.

Sighing a deep sigh, he gingerly rubbed his temples and tried to relax and ease himself back into his relaxed state.  Jäger was actually a little disappointed that he could not have maintained the large form for a bit longer to get used to it.  He wanted to practice more and learn more about his body and it's capabilities.  The benefits of the giant form far outweighed the downsides.  Sure; he may have been slower, but his strength was unmatched and he could reach quite far.  Being a giant shark had its advantages, his resilience to chakra and taijutsu based attacks made him a better target than anyone else in the village, drawing the fire would be an honour.  The behemoth looked over the lake and looked at the rock and its new position.  On it's side and barely poking from the water.  It looked less like an impressive statue in the middle of the lake, and more liked a small island that would be quite pleasant to have a small picnic.  His stomach grumbled and he looked down at his belly.

As much as he thought about wanting to do more training, he was quite hungry and would get very distracted if he was in his giant form anyway.  If he had felt the hunger in his large form, he wondered what he would have tried to eat when the time came.  Surely the regular small snacks would not satisfy the metabolism of a massive man such as himself.  Jäger shuddered to think of the damage his hunger could cause if he let it go unabated while in that state.  Standing to his feet, listening the cracks and groans of his body as it tried to get used to the fact he had abused and trained it for once.  He walked a little slower as he passed through the small oasis this time, as he was not as eager to leave as he had been to get there and train.  Trudging over the small ponds and the mossy earth, he came across one of his large footprints and his eyebrows raised in surprise.  It was far different witnessing what he had caused than it felt from actively doing it.  While he was giant, it felt so natural, but this footprint was larger than him.  

The damage he was capable of causing was truly remarkable, even if he was barely a ninja at all.  The Hoshigaki believed that with a little time and enthusiasm, what he had done here would be nothing compared to what he was going to be able to do.  Silly rhetoric really, of course he was going to be stronger in the future.  Stepping around the massive footprint, he continued on his way, thinking about what he was going to do tomorrow.  Well, maybe the next day.  His soreness was an indicator that he had been training pretty hard and that he deserved a break.  Stopping in his tracks, he looked around.  Where had he put his whip and shield?  With everything as destroyed as it was, he was not sure where to start.  Momentarily he pondered trying to enlarge himself one more time to try and find his way back to where he started; but his stomach grumbled some more.  He would leave it for another day; he would go find the weapons without trying to create more devastation.  Such a shame, he really wanted to do it.  Damn his common sense.  

[Father 'Suke]

Learned, way to go

[Jäger Beschützer]

Shitai Kinniku Tesabaki (Body Muscle Manipulation)
Rank: "B"
Skill: NinJutsu/TaiJutsu
Effect: A technique where the user takes the heavy mass around their belly and contracts the mass to where it becomes into hard muscle mass. Their body goes into a large like change as they turn into a hulk like creature to where their stomach turns to stone rock like abs, the mass along their chest turns stone hard as well. This adds greater strength within the body and the hits that the user is capable of producing forth. Depending on the Class the user is, is depending on how long this technique can stay forth in this technique until all excessive fat cells within the body is depleated leaving the user helpless. This technique enables the user to lift two times their body weight for the amount of time as well as the capability of moving two movements faster then normal.
Special: ---
Drawback: Really meant for the males of the Akimichi. The women in the family are capable of this as well if they truly wish to become that of a bulky hulk like creation. This technique since it is taking the formation of fat tissue and converting it into muscle mass the user will become fatigued after this technique, and the very technique will desolve fifty percent of heavy tissue mass within the body. It is best to be quite heavy weight around the size of three hundred to four hundred pounds as a start in order to use this very technique.
Description: As the user concentrates the chakra along their belly the belly quickly begins to rumble in a large like motion as the muscles along the inner body begins to contract. The user's muscle mass doubles in size as they stay in the grand hulk like form. When the user is "D" Class they are capable of staying in this technique for Six rounds. For each round that the user is in this technique one must subtract Sixteen percent out of a hundred percent of total body fat within the body. When the user is "C" Class they are capable of staying in this technique for Seven Rounds. For each round that the user is in this technique one must subtract Fourteen percent out of a hundred percent of total body fat within the body. When the user is "B" Class they are capable of staying in this technique for Eight Rounds. For each round that the user is in this technique one must subtract Twelve point five percent out of a hundred percent of total body fat within the body. When the user is "A" Class they are capable of staying in this technique for Nine Rounds. For each round that the user is in this technique one must subtract Eleven percent out of a hundred percent of total body fat within the body. When the user is "S" Class they are capable of staying in this technique for Ten Rounds. For each round that the user is in this technique one must subtract Ten percent out of a hundred percent of total body fat within the body.
Limit: Must be Akimichi. Must know Baika no Jutsu (Multi-Size Technique)

[--/80]

It could be said that Jäger was a glutton for food due to his weight; but it could also be said that he was a glutton for punishment due to his need for self-improvement, be it through reading and learning, or through what he was doing now.  The day before he had been focussed so hard on his techniques, and had trained quite hard.  So much so that when he had gotten home and eaten, he had fallen asleep and had slept for over half a day.  Having woken up as the sun was rising over the horizon and the day was starting, he had decided to get back out and continue working on his techniques.  Nothing giant today, he was going to try and keep it a little more condensed and safe.  Stretching out into a wide yawn as he walked, he pondered what he was going to do.  The multi-size technique had been fun, but the Shark was fairly certain that he had reached his limit with that for now, as his body and chakra control were still limited.  There were plenty of other techniques that the Akimichi could perform though.

There had been something he had been told about, which he had certainly been sceptical about.  It was a technique that allowed the user to convert their mass into muscles.  For someone with a physical structure such as his; which happened to be primarily cartilage; he was not overly sure if it was possible.  In fact, it seemed too good to be true even when used by those who were not Hoshigaki.  The technique would involve some intense chakra control which he was unsure he would be able to provide, but if he could figure it out, it sounded like it could be a pretty useful technique.  The ability to shrink his fat into muscle and increase his strength and speed was not something he could easily walk away from without trying.  If it turned out to be too dangerous while he was learning the technique, he would abandon it, there was really nothing he could lose.

The sun was hanging low on the horizon as he approached his personal training grounds again, eager to start his training.  Jäger held himself back a little bit, sitting on a rock and thinking about the technique for a moment, knowing that he would have to approach it carefully if it was indeed a dangerous technique.  There had been some talk of it that he recalled from his childhood; but nothing that would truly help him as far as actual guidance went, but there would hopefully something he recalled that was at least kind of useful.  The more he thought, the more he was frustrated by the fact that the only thing he could recall was that the user used all the excess fat -mostly from the stomach- and turned it into rock hard muscle.  Considering he knew that to be the basic idea, the recollection of that specific tidbit was rather useless to him.  Still though; he could test the waters with the technique.  It did seem likely that because of the nature of a technique that condensed hard fat; he would struggle to maintain his weight for long.

Imagine though, a weight loss technique.  Marketed to the right people, one could probably make a lot of money doing something like that.  It would be dishonest money; and for someone who did not need much, the urge was not there for him.  Jäger scratched his nose and wondered if he really wanted to be skinny.  The technique was probably going to be one he could not use often; but as a last resort kind of thing.  It would be crazy to imagine that if he could combine this technique with the multi-form technique, he could be a giant mass of muscles that would have his Hoshigaki strength bonus stacking on top of that, plus whatever else he would learn later on.  Maybe one day he would even learn some actual combat techniques aside from buffs.  Speaking of buff; Jäger gazed at his arms and wondered how strong this technique would really be able to make it.  

[Father 'Suke]

+10

[Jäger Beschützer]

[--/80]

Jäger cracked his fingers and his back; he was going to go for it and try the technique considering he was pretty confident with his own abilities.  There may not have been much experience when it came to the execution part of his training, but he was a thoughtful man who was capable of assessing situations quite accurately as they come along.  It always seemed to begin with the breathing exorcizes.  Pumping his fists together over his chest and motivated himself into action.  The large Shark unwrapped the robe from his shoulders and wrapped it around his waist so as not to damage it.  Having walked out to the oasis, he found himself standing in the middle of a small pond, the colourful fish darting beneath his feet.  Wind blew through the area.  It was not as warm today as it had been the day before, but the Shark enjoyed that a little more.  Opening his eyes and placing his hands together in a diamond shape, he began to let his chakra flow through his body.  

First and foremost he needed to deal with the place on his body that possessed the most fat.  That would obviously be his stomach.  The chakra started to flow through his skin, organs and cartilage as it began to spread around his body in order to start the movement of the fat.  There had not been much in regards to noise in the area, but the moment that his chakra began to dive deep into the fat cells around his body, the grumbling and burbling of the fat began.  The sounds were not the only signs that he was beginning the technique.  At first, the vibrations that he thought may have been an approaching creature, started off light and only slightly noticeable, but then they grew, seeming to grow from deep inside of his body, shaking the loose fatty skin that hugged his body.  Visible ripples grew in his stomach, the epicentre of which was his deep blue bellybutton.

The shaking was growing painful, but not in a manner as though he had been injured.  The pain he was feeling was more along the lines of someone who had just done a thousand push ups and had woken up the next morning.  The pain in his gut was so severe that he was unable to concentrate hard enough to maintain the chakra that he was sending around his body.  Another couple of seconds and the pain began to recede, although not quite completely, as he was left with the residual pain of someone who had worked out a little too hard.  Beads of sweat ran rivulets down his blue skin and he was breathing immensely hard.  Large hands fell to his side as he went limp in order to try and catch his breath and relax the tension that had seized his body.  Swallowing thickly and dipping his head, he struggled to regain his composure after such a painful surprise.  

Jäger had expected to feel some sort of pain from the technique; after all it involved him folding his muscles over each other using chakra, which sounded like a very uncomfortable position to be in, and that was putting it lightly.  Rubbing his belly tenderly, he tried to make the pain go away, but that sore feeling remained deep in there.  Frowning; Jäger shook himself mentally, knowing he needed to toughen up.  The technique had barely just begun and he; who had thought himself so tough; had shied away from a little bit of pain.  Chiding himself over that, he prepared himself again, closing his eyes and touching his fingertips over his stomach, pressing them together so he could concentrate on finding his centre again and allowing his chakra to flow through his body.  A little pain now would go a long way in the future, he could not allow himself to be so weak if he was going to protect his country.  

[Father 'Suke]

+10

[Jäger Beschützer]

[20/80]

Focussing on his breathing, he expanded his nose, letting the air flow in and fill his lungs.  His diaphragm expanded and his stomach bulged as his lungs filled with air.  This technique called for a strong core, and although Jäger happened to be quite fat, he was also very powerful and had a strong musculature system hidden beneath all those layers of blubber.  The air remained in his lungs as he held his breath, his focus now falling from the deep intake of breath, on to focussing his core and keeping it tight.  His belly had proven time and time again that it was indeed a mighty powerful weapon and defence, and possessed great strength within it.  The technique would not overcome such powerful muscles by being a little bit painful.  The Whale Shark had decided that he had been surprised and it had hurt merely due to his lack of preparation when dealing with the technique.  He would prove it to himself when he performed it this time, as he was going to be able to withstand and push passed the pain and see how the technique evolved.  

Pressing his fingers harder into each other, the chakra began to flow from his tenketsu and around his body.  Quickly everything became encompassed once more and he was beginning to the feel the rumble of the chakra being absorbed into the fat and breaking everything down.  His eyes screwed shut a little tighter as the pain began to reappear.  It started on the left side under his oblique muscle, deep into his core, and it was a sharp stabbing pain, but soon it grew to encompass his entire stomach and chest.  His fingers pressed tighter and the light blue tone of his skin grew darker the harder he pressed.  The chakra was delving deep into his body now, finding itself in the deepest recesses of the fat that rested beneath his skin.  Every part of his body ached as the fat was beginning to restructure itself, attempting to fold, relocate, and even convert as the chakra worked it.  The usually grumpy look on the face of the shark was worse than usual as his brow was furrowed in pain.  

The ripples in his stomach grew greater in size until they were great undulations of fat that waved across the surface of his skin, reaching every part of his body as his fat was shifting.  His normally thick arms had begun to condense as the fat that sunk the skin down began to move around, creating bulging biceps that looked as though he was inflating merely those.  The pain that was being expressed in his body now was reaching a breaking point, and the furrowed brow turned to a pained yet silent roar as he struggled to maintain his composure.  His fingers had slipped apart and his hands were now clasping each other with such strength that his arms were shaking.  Then again, the shaking could have been the now massive ripples that were erupting from his belly button which seemed to be creating troughs between the ripples that shifted everything around his body to the bone as it travelled.  The feeling was sickening, and the pain was nauseating, and it took all of his strength to keep his vocal chords from opening and tearing from the screams he would emit.  

A particularly powerful wave of fat around his body shifted his feet and he turned, his hands coming apart with such force that he lost his balance completely and lost his focus on the technique.  Everything expanded at once with a painfully slapping noise that echoed loudly and covered the cry of pain that finally escaped Jäger.  Falling to the water, he splashed through the surface and sank beneath the cool waves he had created and slowly made it to the bottom.  Pain racked his entire body and he was not sure if he could even move a muscle.  Bubbles rose from his open mouth as he gazed up at the clear sky above through the water, watching the distortions as the waves moved overhead.  Another failure, but this time had gone a lot better and he had actually felt some progression through that one.  The pain though, was almost so much that he had passed out, if he had lasted another couple of seconds, it would have been sure to happen.  

[Father 'Suke]

+10

[Jäger Beschützer]

[30/80]

With some effort, Jäger was capable of moving his fingers, and using his incredible strength, he managed to push off from a rock in the bottom of the pond, and float back up to the surface.  As he broke the surface, he took in a slow, deep breath and stared up at the blue sky.  He was not completely paralysed, as he could still feel his entire body, but the soreness that covered his body made everything very difficult to move.  It felt as though everything had tightened to a point where if he tried to move a limb or do anything at all, all of his muscles and cartilage would snap.  His head bumped into the coast of the pond and he rested there, held in place.  It was going to be difficult to get back up and to finish this training, as he did not know how long it would take to recover from the pain he had put himself through.  This thought was infuriating though, as he had come prepared to train, and wanted to train hard, and did not enjoy the thought of something so silly such as his own weakness preventing him from progression.

The hand that had been capable of moving him from the bottom of the pond curled into a fist, which ignited the pain in the tendons of his forearm as he squeezed it tighter.  Jäger relished in the pain, focusing on it as though he was pressing on a sore bruise.  The fingers of his other hand twitched to life, working to form a fist as he forced himself to endure the pain that he was putting himself through.  It took a couple of seconds, but he was capable of squeezing another tight fist and now both of his arms were burning with pain.  Struggling; with his body shaking due to effort, he raised his right arm in the air and then his left.  His breathing had become sporadic and pained, but he continued on.  Using his arms, he dragged himself onto the rocks and sand outside of the pond and let his arms fall back to his side as he prepared his core to try and sit up.  Even without actively doing it, he knew this would be the most painful part, as the core had been worked the most by the technique.  

As he tried to sit up, the pain in his gut was as though someone had buried a knife deep in there, and he was able to get his shoulders barely off the ground before the stabbing pain grew too much for him and he had to relax and lower back onto the sand.  Screwing his eyes shut, he calmed his breathing again, as there was no reason for him to get angry over this, it was training, it had been expected for him to be sore.  That thought did not help him though, as he was still quite frustrated with his progression.  He had not even managed to perform the technique and he was as sore as if he had towed the whole world for a few miles.  Grumbling, he tried again, using his hands for support, which just added to the pain that he was experiencing while trying to sit up.  The ache in his arms was worth it though, as the pain in his core was far less now that the weight was not all supported by his abdomen alone.

After some herculean effort, the Shark had managed to sit up and stay there as he assessed his options.  None of which were fun or comfortable.  Of course the only option that was truly available to him and his stubborn mind, was to stand up and continue his training, it was hardly his fault that the effort to stand up was currently beyond his reach.  He had thought about resting or going home, but Jäger was not the kind of Shark man to give up on something like that, he was dedicated.  Ignoring the protests of his body; he managed to push himself into a shaky standing position that took magnificent effort in order for him to stabilize himself.  Moving from this spot would be a struggle, but at least he was standing up now.  In a few more minutes he would probably be able to move about.  No crazy actions though, but given his size, he never moved too swiftly anyway.  

[Father 'Suke]

+10

[Jäger Beschützer]

[40/80]

The light breeze was enough to set his body on edge, as a man of his size caught a breeze like a sail, and thanks to his weakened physique, he was quite susceptible to any opposing forces that could knock him over.  Jäger had been doing some minor stretches in order to get some feeling back into his body and to alleviate some of the ache that had settled in.  So far it was okay, but he was still quite sore.  His breathing had become steady again, and he had calmed back to his centre, which made him quite prepared to once more tackle the technique.  This time he would begin it again the same manner, pressing his fingers into the diamond pattern, each fingertip matching up.  The only sounds that penetrated his thoughts were the trickling of the waterfalls leaking into the ponds, and the birds that had flocked back to their homes this day after witnessing his training yesterday and fleeing.  Briefly, he wondered if this was going to end well thanks to his pained physique, but he was fairly certain he would pull through in the end.  

The chakra began to flow through his body and he felt the coils of it reaching deep as it had done the previous times he had tried this technique.  The rumbling of the chakra accessing the fat deposits began, and he grit his sharp teeth, preparing for the pain that was about to strike.  The small rumbles became the rippling movements of the fat being pushed around his body; and the pain came in like the waves that were forming on his belly as it rose and fell in troughs.  The waves grew larger and the pain grew greater as the fat began to fold and shift and be moved around his body, creating areas of his body that bulked up rapidly, and others where there was no muscle or fat at all.  The waves of fat began to settle and he looked as though someone was squeezing him like a tube of toothpaste as the fat moved up his body and around to settle in the places that the technique forced it to.  

His arms grew heavy as the fat inflated them to three times their usual size, but had not yet transformed into the muscular form they were supposed to attain.  Currently Jäger looked as though he had two massive blue sausages attached at his shoulder, which looked even stranger when his chest was inflated out, as were his trapeziums muscles on his back.  Grunting in pain, he forced the chakra to work a little faster, as the muscles began to increase in size and the fat was absorbed into his body, shrinking his frame but making him feel off balance and far heavier.  This time he was not going to fall prey to his own poor balance.  The shock of his muscles growing was almost overwhelming as he felt the stretching and shifting of the muscles and the cartilage that lined his body, giving him strength to move.  Reaching his arms up into the sky, he flexed them hard and tried to assist in the movement of the fat.  

The burning sensation spread all over his body from his arms and he cried out as he slammed his fists together, creating a massive cracking noise as the scaly skin collided between the massive blow.  His chest and entire upper body had swollen in size and he had become a hulking behemoth.  Where he had been a massive man before, now it looked as though he had been training and lifting buildings all of his life to create such a physique.  His lower body was slimmer, and he could actual see his sandled feet for once.  Everything felt lighter, far less weighty and inhibited than usual.  The power up that he was obtaining from this was remarkable, or at least it would have been if he was able to move his body.  Maybe it was due to his massive weight, but it seemed everything was tucked in so tightly that he was practically incapable of moving his body from his position with his hands over his bulky chest.  

[Father 'Suke]

+10

[Jäger Beschützer]

[50/80]

Through colossal effort, the behemoth was capable of moving his arms.  His body was so crammed around the muscles that he was surprised he was not bursting at the seams.  Pleasantly surprised of course.  Now that he had thought about it, bursting at the seams seemed very uncomfortable.  Swinging his arms around a little bit, he tried to loosen up; and to his surprise, the movements became easier.  The more he shifted his body, the freer it became for his movements and he quite proud of himself for having attained it.  The power that he felt while under the influence of the technique was amazing too, as he was sure he could move faster, jump higher, and possess a strength that rivalled his multi-form technique.  Laughing out loud, he beat his chest with one massive hand, attached to one muscular, vascular arm, and paused in shock when there was a loud popping noise and everything splashed out like a dam breaking, releasing all the water held behind it.  The fat that had been held back the muscles escaped.  

The fat looked as though he was being poured back into his regular shape, and jiggled mightily as the fat reached as far as it usually did, and he was left standing there, arms held aloft with a shocked look on his face while all the fat around his body settled back in like jelly in a plastic bag.  The look of shock turned into a look of pure anger, which he quickly pulled to his chest and snarled.  Anger was not the correct response to this.  The correct response was to grin and bear it, and perform the technique one more time and master it.  Things would go wrong, it was obvious, he was learning how to perform the technique after all.  If he was capable of performing the technique every time, then there would not have been any reason for him to be practicing it here.  Frustrated by his lack of success at this so far, he was tempted to have a sit down and think about it, but he was quite inspired by his adrenaline and need to finish this technique that sitting down was the very last thing he needed to do.  

Jäger did not need to do the basics again, he was confident that pressing his fingers together and concentrating was not going to do him any better than just trying to break into the technique.  With a roar, he raised his hands over his head and brought them down with great effort and allowed his chakra to explode outward and seize his body.  This time he was not caught and immobile by the chakra, he was propelled by it, instigated into moving forward and growing used to the strength he was trying to access.  Breaking into a sprint, the usually slow Shark moved across the land as though his life depended on it.  The fat that was across his body moving all around, improving the strength of his muscles, from his legs to his shoulders, allowing him to move far faster than he was normally capable of, and the technique had not even finished yet, there was still room for improvement.  

His usual, demure demeanour was pushed aside as the adrenaline from the technique filled him and he pushed forward as the fat on his body shrank, his stomach getting smaller with every step as his upper body began to expand and become monstrous.  Slamming his hands into a tree, he moved it aside as though it was nothing, and carried on, moving into the thicker forests in order to test his new expanding form with greater enthusiasm.  There was one thing that he wanted to try while he was in this form, something he had not been able to do with full force for a while, and that was to leap high into the air.  The new powerful muscles in his legs tensed and is immense five hundred pound frame was launched high into the air, over the top of a couple tall trees and freeing him from gravity, even if it was merely a momentary distraction.  Looking either side to his spread, massive arms, he grinned his sharky grin, and began his descent, ready to really challenge these so called muscles.  

[Father 'Suke]

+10

[Jäger Beschützer]

[60/80]

The drop to the earth was taken with ease thanks to his new muscles and the make-up of his Hoshigaki body; and he easily caught himself as he rolled and regained his gait, sprinting forward through the brush, tearing small trees from their roots as he came across them. Things that stood in his way did not do so for very long; the small trees gave way to larger trees and to rocks that could stand in his way no better than the small trees that he had already uprooted. His massive body was unstoppable and it was finally done with its transfigurations. One massive arm came forward and met the surface of a rock that looked to be about the same size as the rampaging Hoshigaki. As his hand slammed against it, the rock shifted from its position buried very deep in the earth, then a line cracked across it under the palm strike. Jäger used his left hand as a second blow against the crack and the rock smashed with an earth-shattering cracking as he forced his way through the shower of stones.

The hulking mass of Shark stormed through the area wrecking his way through everything. His body ached and he could feel it pulling against his actions, but he was of the mind that he could deal with the pain later.  This was far too much fun.  The trail he was tearing up was starting to settle into nothing but marshes, and that was boring.  As he turned his hulking mass to a more fun path, he tore through a massive tree and tripped over the thick branches that comprised the base.  Rolling over and skidding to a stop, he turned around and slammed a massive palm into the tree; shattering the wood and sending a shower of splintered bark into the air.  Roaring in triumph; the massive shark man let his victory and power be known across the entire oasis.  There was nothing that could challenge him as he was right now, and that was a glorious feeling.  As the echo of his roar faded, he did not expect the guttural growl that erupted from within the brush off to his right.  

Turning his head to face to new sound, he wondered what kind of creature would have been brave enough to reveal itself to him in the middle of this rampage he had been in the midst of.  The brush rumbled and quivered as whatever was behind it stalked from right to left.   The trees and branches were so thick and high in this area that he could not even gauge how large the creature was, but considering its lack of fear, he was most certainly put on the defensive.  The chain in his right hand sunk from its position and uncoiled beneath his hand, releasing three feet of the chain and holding it tightly.  The growls and the steps became louder and the brush burst in an explosion of branches and flowers.  A massive maw broke through first followed by a heavy body that trampled everything that the mouth full of razor sharp teeth did not consume.  His look on confusion turned to a look of horror as the massive leathery creature attempted to swallow him whole.  

Throwing his hands into the air, he felt the teeth cut into the skin of his forearms as he caught the jaw and prevented it from snapped shut; his giant muscles screaming in agony as he held the mouth closed.  Had he not been in this form, this palaeolithic monstrosity would have consumed him; cartilage and all.  As the giant alligator thrashed and tried to close its jaws, Jäger held on tightly, preventing it from getting what it wanted.  With a powerful yell, he managed to shove the jaws upwards and leap backwards, striking the ground with his back and rolling over, facing the beast that easily dwarfed him.  His pale eyes glimmered with excitement at the prospect of having such a mighty foe to test his skills on.  This beast was a perfect heavy weight to handle his blows, it would not simply run away or be beaten so easily, and best of all, they were both hungry, it was a meal showdown.  

[Father 'Suke]

Just a little bit more to go dear one.

+10

[Jäger Beschützer]

[--/80]

The alligator went for him again, but this time he was prepared for the lunge and not caught off guard by the fact he was competing for lunch with a monster.  It amused him that the alligator was probably thinking the same thing.  Dodging to the left of the giant mouth, he brought his fist back, with the chain wrapped around it, the damage from a punch would be quite great.  As he went to strike, he was caught by the flick of the giant tail, which sent him crashing through the brush and onto the water of the big lake in the midst of the oasis.  Using his chakra control, he was settled on the top of the water, and recovered in time to see that he massive beast was slipping under the water with nary a ripple.  The beast was certainly skilled in its hunting prowess, as when it disappeared under the murky water, he was no longer able to locate it from above.  No ripples.  No nothing.  A curious acknowledgement left him as he hummed and hawed to himself, trying to figure out what to do.  The most obvious answer was that it was coming from --

Water splashed up and the world transformed from the beautiful oasis scenery to a pink and ridged mouth that had been consuming creatures larger than the shark shinobi since prehistoric days.  Eyes wide and body primed; he had known that it was coming from underneath and still had not done anything about it.  Luckily he was a large man, and his reach was extensive, and he was capable of holding onto the sides of the alligators mouth and keep it open instead of being consumed.  Water rushed all about him as the creature dove back under the water and thrashed, trying its best to dislodge the accursed shark it was trying so hard to consume.  With the water streaming about him and the strength of the alligator and the fact that he had worn himself down practicing the technique, Jäger was beginning to feel like he was going to lose this battle he had so foolishly brought upon himself.  

His arms shook with such force that his whole body shook with them as he strained with all of his might against the slowly closing jaws of the alligator.  As his arms lowered, he felt the top of the ridged jaw press against the top of his head, and slowly force his head down into his chest as he began to succumb to the strength of the beast.  Enraged, he grit his teeth so hard that the sharp tusks began to cut into his gums, drawing blood out as he tried to fight.  With one massive push, he opened the mouth of the alligator again, and lost all of his strength as the jaws slammed shut again, the tongue of the beast drawing him further down into its gullet, swallowing the massive muscled shark whole.  The feeling of the oesophagus pushing against his body repeatedly as the creature swallowed was quite disgusting and uncomfortable, but it was certainly not as uncomfortable as he was about to make it.  

Finally falling into what he imagined was the stomach of the beast, Jäger let himself rest for a moment, feeling that his body was at its limit.  The muscles that had been forced into creation by the folding fat were diminishing, and he could feel his belly coming back, and once that happened, he could not guarantee and escape.  The belly of the creature was scarred and damaged by its meals, and the carcasses of many a beast lay in the midst of the stomach acid, melting down.  It would be in his best interest to not end up the same way.  Wrapping the chain around his hand, he drew back a fist and looked for the place that it would be best to aim.  Tearing ones way out did not seem practical, as the creatures who resided in here had obviously already tried, and the belly of the great alligator was far too tough and elasticated to do so.  There was going to be some other way he was to escape.  

[Father 'Suke]

Learned

[Jäger Beschützer]

Tetsu Tekken (Iron Fist)
Rank: "C"
Skill: TaiJutsu
Effect: A Brawler's true capabilities is within his fists and legs. The Brawler is capable of hitting as if his fists were gauntlets themselves. They say a Brawler's punch is like being smacked by a bull and that is where these power attacks come to play. Those who get hit by a Brawler's Iron Fist feel a knock back effect depending on the user's class.
Special: ---
Drawback: The user is only capable of performing this attack so many times per day depending on how many times the user knows this technique as well as the Class level of the user.
Description: When the user first learns this technique they are capable of performing this technique a total of five times per day as well as any other technique that is in conjunction of the Iron Fist. Every time this technique is learned the user is capable of performing this technique as well other techniques into conjunction one more time. This means that if a user learns this technique twice they are capable of performing this technique a total of six times. Depending on how well and how strong the user is by Class, the user is capable of performing the technique with devastating power. The higher the class is the more devastating the attack will be creating a more sufficient way of breaking one's bones.

D Class - Five Meters Knock back
C Class - Fifteen Meters Knock back
B Class - Twenty Five Meters Knock back - 10% Chance Bones may Break
A Class - Forty Meters Knock back - 30% Chance Bones may Break
S Class - Sixty Meters Knock back - 50% Chance Bones may Break

Limit: Must be a Brawler

[--/30]

Although the muscles were lessening, he was still quite enraged and Jäger was fairly certain he had found the sweet spot that he was going to strike.  The spot just under the sphincter that had opened up to release him into the hell pit seemed just right.  It had been clawed at by various creatures that had been swallowed, and looked quite tender.  It helped that as it was next the opening itself, it did not have the same elasticity and defensive capabilities as simply striking anywhere on the stomach wall.  With enthusiasm he brought his fist against the spot that he had sought out and struck with as much strength as he could muster, using the basics of his knowledge of the brawler style.  Although he had not practiced any of it at all, he had certainly read into it, knowing that his battle style suited brawler quite well.  The fist struck and with the addition of the chain around his fist, the strike was quite effective.

Instantly after he struck, the alligator lurched and its stomach heaved, throwing him around, and sending him into the air as it writhed in pain from his strike.  Within seconds, and with a mighty upheaval, the contents of the stomach of the reptile were spewed into the water of the oasis, and Jäger was freed from the beast.  Free but covered in grime and vomit and the remnants of deer and other oasis creatures.  As the alligator writhed in pain and rage, the shark tried to clean himself with the water from the oasis, as the retched stench of the stomach contents had soaked into him.  Disgusted by it, he was distracted as the alligator moved to attack him, and it was not until the attack was upon him that he refocussed.  The beasts tail struck him true, and he was knocked back, skidding across earth and water until he came to a stop by the massive rock that he had thrown earlier.  

Exhausted.  Smelly.  Irritable.  Jäger was a combination of bad things, and it did not spell a happy future for the alligator as it once more came at him.  The shark was nothing if not resilient, but the same could be said for his reptile opponent.  Drawing his fist back again, he thought of the brawler technique again.  A way of striking as though ones fist were made of iron.  Iron seemed like a pretty good weapon to use against this beast, he could beat it down and make a pair of shoes with it.  Maybe a nice hat to match.  Tightening his fist as the alligator snapped at him, he batted the nose of the beast aside with his left hand, opening up the left side of its face, and struck hard on the snout, dislodging three teeth beneath the strike, and sending the alligator rolling off into the water.  The three large teeth clattered to the ground beneath the large shark, and he stepped over them, snarling in contempt.  

The gigantic reptile did not take to the water with such grace and silence this time, as it was thrashing and enraged, its eyes having transformed from the usual reptilian slits to yellow pits of anger and hunger.  Sharks and alligators were not too different when it came to their rage in battle, the only difference here was that Jäger was unable to access the primal rage of being a beast yet, but that day would come, and when it did, there would be nary a force that could stop his power.  Finding its place, the alligator snapped loudly and growled its guttural growl as it stalked about, the two combatants now circling each other, staring each other down, trying to intimidate the other into backing off when the truth was that the two were completely exhausted.