Atsuhiro's Training
Oct 23, 2007 17:18:56 GMT -7
Post by Umehara on Oct 23, 2007 17:18:56 GMT -7
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The KazeKage immediately dashed toward the edge of the mountain of bones now, before taking a hasty leap from the edifice and placing his arms forward. How ghastly the apparition appeared to be as it broke through, wooden..slender..sharpened fingers tearing through the marrow only moments after Atsuhiro had jumped from his position. Turning only slightly, the Uchiha could only watch in slight horror as his opponent was revealed to him. The heavens appeared to sing of torment and malevolent action, blood-stained angels beginning to descend through the clouds. They were equipped with rusted harps..slowly pulling upon strings that had long been broken from talons upon each phalange. Somehow, though, they managed to keep up the symphony of despair...luring his mind further into the darkness that awaited below.
Time appeared to have slowed as the Uchiha viewed the rest of the figure bursting forth from the pile of darkened bone. His assailant took the form of a single marionette..easily overtowering his person by many feet as its bloody, hollow recesses clicked and rotated to allow the hideous thing to stand. The sockets upon the face were filled with fresh limbs...and they appeared to be...alive? Entire hands were reaching out from the sections where the mouth and eyes should have been, screams accompanying each and every soul that had been devoured and imprisoned in the wooden decadence that was the puppet. Its body was cast in a shade of darkness, but to the human eye it appeared to have been jet-black clothing that fit snug against every limb and inch of the being. The knees would jut forth from the pile of bones thereafter, allowing the hideous creature to stand at full height as its arms spread out to either side of it. Truly...this was gruesome training.
Atsuhiro managed to backflip a couple of times, landing upon the ground with a large thud below him before immediately standing and staring up into the eye sockets of the marionette. "No..way.." he muttered. As if lead by some omnipotent force, the sudden shift of his gaze was forced...as if someone had taken hold of his head and pulled it toward the center of the entity's face. A splitting headache threatened to approach as the KazeKage forced himself away...but to no avail. His efforts were valiant at best, but once he had no energy..he would succumb to the sight of what had been in store for him. Almost immediately did a surge of darkness flow from the arms that lingered in the mouth, tendrils of the oblivion quickly moving downward and seizing Atsuhiro's body. "The hell--!?" was all that he could roar, before his vision was twisted and warped into yet another powerful Genjutsu. He felt himself slipping into a state of passive proportion...but this was obviously the opposite of what he truly felt.
The KazeKage found himself standing before his own recent battles, the figure of Hiraku now lingering in the distance. Hand seals were formed...the brilliant dragon of fire emerging once more from the limbs and speeding toward Atsuhiro's past image. However, this time would be different. "Move!" Atsuhiro yelled. He could feel his lungs burning as he called out to the image, but his words would fall upon deaf ears. Hiraku's strike was true...and it would cast the former Atsuhiro into a world of darkness. The urgency..the terror...Atsuhiro, when himself, accepted these things. But now...he was forced to see the opposite of his will. His past self fell to his knees before twin clones that appeared behind him...Hiraku's plans now fruitful as he unsheathed a sword and ambled toward the image.
All through the Genjutsu did Atsuhiro feel the pain...the pressure of being caught up with the tides changing in battle. He could perceive his grip on sanity...and it was easily being snatched away by the puppet who held its position in front of him. All about the KazeKage's real self flowed chakra...wafting and passing over his body..through his nostrils..out of the small spaces where the eyes lay. It groaned in satisfaction...and clicked its fingers together as if pleased by his suffering. In the midst of this did the crow who had appeared before fly downward from the tattered heavens, landing upon the shoulderblade of the KazeKage and examining his facial features. Saliva poured down the side of the mouth...the torture of Hiraku's sword almost too much to bear witness to in his state.
Quickly did it peck at the earlobe...and Atsuhiro's body jerked in response. "NOW!" he roared out, the echo almost causing the ground to shake in the wake of his power. Almost immediately would he bellow "Kyouten Chiten!", the change now taking place as he felt his body grow to massive proportions. His hands plastered against both sides of his head, the KazeKage roared out in aggravation..true frustration with trying to force himself out of the powerful Genjutsu placed upon him. What appeared to be eons had passed...before finally, he settled and realized that he was the same height as the marionette that stood before him. The image shattered as glass would...falling and scattering against the ground before being crunched with the Uchiha taking a step forward. "This...is madness..." he cried.
Clutching his biceps thereafter, Atsuhiro stumbled backward until falling onto his backside with a thud. He blinked, and all was returned to normal. The elder Atsuhiro stood to his side and peered into the Uchiha's eyes with what appeared to be a meager acceptance to his attempt. "You, boy...you have a long way to go." it stated. Yet again would the jaw tap against the rest of the frame, dust falling away as it spoke. "What the hell was that?!" Atsuhiro responded. The figure's shoulders rose and fell rapidly, obviously a sign that it had been laughing. "That...was your appetizer." it muttered. Had this...low level demon conquered Atsuhiro? He managed to pull himself away from the torment...so why was this wraith not satisfied? Damn him and his opinions!
The Uchiha stood to his feet and pointed directly at the wraith's face, words attempting to come forth....but nothing. As he attempted to speak, cuts would appear across his forearm and biceps. His forehead was seeping blood, running down into his clothing. Even his mouth was bleeding...before his lips pursed together against his will and sealed, as if his skin had melted and fused together. A moment of panic robbed him of breath..before he fell to his knees and began to breathe through his nose. The wraith stepped forward soon after this; it leaned downward and clutched the Uchiha's chin with two fingers, bringing their countenances too close for comfort. "You are trash in this world. Only by my hand will you leave...and only by my power will you continue to exist." it breathed. The noxious fumes from its breath was enough to light the nose on fire, though surprising strength kept the flailing Atsuhiro from moving.
"Here's a friendly reminder from the wraith....get with the program, or die."
The KazeKage immediately dashed toward the edge of the mountain of bones now, before taking a hasty leap from the edifice and placing his arms forward. How ghastly the apparition appeared to be as it broke through, wooden..slender..sharpened fingers tearing through the marrow only moments after Atsuhiro had jumped from his position. Turning only slightly, the Uchiha could only watch in slight horror as his opponent was revealed to him. The heavens appeared to sing of torment and malevolent action, blood-stained angels beginning to descend through the clouds. They were equipped with rusted harps..slowly pulling upon strings that had long been broken from talons upon each phalange. Somehow, though, they managed to keep up the symphony of despair...luring his mind further into the darkness that awaited below.
Time appeared to have slowed as the Uchiha viewed the rest of the figure bursting forth from the pile of darkened bone. His assailant took the form of a single marionette..easily overtowering his person by many feet as its bloody, hollow recesses clicked and rotated to allow the hideous thing to stand. The sockets upon the face were filled with fresh limbs...and they appeared to be...alive? Entire hands were reaching out from the sections where the mouth and eyes should have been, screams accompanying each and every soul that had been devoured and imprisoned in the wooden decadence that was the puppet. Its body was cast in a shade of darkness, but to the human eye it appeared to have been jet-black clothing that fit snug against every limb and inch of the being. The knees would jut forth from the pile of bones thereafter, allowing the hideous creature to stand at full height as its arms spread out to either side of it. Truly...this was gruesome training.
Atsuhiro managed to backflip a couple of times, landing upon the ground with a large thud below him before immediately standing and staring up into the eye sockets of the marionette. "No..way.." he muttered. As if lead by some omnipotent force, the sudden shift of his gaze was forced...as if someone had taken hold of his head and pulled it toward the center of the entity's face. A splitting headache threatened to approach as the KazeKage forced himself away...but to no avail. His efforts were valiant at best, but once he had no energy..he would succumb to the sight of what had been in store for him. Almost immediately did a surge of darkness flow from the arms that lingered in the mouth, tendrils of the oblivion quickly moving downward and seizing Atsuhiro's body. "The hell--!?" was all that he could roar, before his vision was twisted and warped into yet another powerful Genjutsu. He felt himself slipping into a state of passive proportion...but this was obviously the opposite of what he truly felt.
The KazeKage found himself standing before his own recent battles, the figure of Hiraku now lingering in the distance. Hand seals were formed...the brilliant dragon of fire emerging once more from the limbs and speeding toward Atsuhiro's past image. However, this time would be different. "Move!" Atsuhiro yelled. He could feel his lungs burning as he called out to the image, but his words would fall upon deaf ears. Hiraku's strike was true...and it would cast the former Atsuhiro into a world of darkness. The urgency..the terror...Atsuhiro, when himself, accepted these things. But now...he was forced to see the opposite of his will. His past self fell to his knees before twin clones that appeared behind him...Hiraku's plans now fruitful as he unsheathed a sword and ambled toward the image.
All through the Genjutsu did Atsuhiro feel the pain...the pressure of being caught up with the tides changing in battle. He could perceive his grip on sanity...and it was easily being snatched away by the puppet who held its position in front of him. All about the KazeKage's real self flowed chakra...wafting and passing over his body..through his nostrils..out of the small spaces where the eyes lay. It groaned in satisfaction...and clicked its fingers together as if pleased by his suffering. In the midst of this did the crow who had appeared before fly downward from the tattered heavens, landing upon the shoulderblade of the KazeKage and examining his facial features. Saliva poured down the side of the mouth...the torture of Hiraku's sword almost too much to bear witness to in his state.
Quickly did it peck at the earlobe...and Atsuhiro's body jerked in response. "NOW!" he roared out, the echo almost causing the ground to shake in the wake of his power. Almost immediately would he bellow "Kyouten Chiten!", the change now taking place as he felt his body grow to massive proportions. His hands plastered against both sides of his head, the KazeKage roared out in aggravation..true frustration with trying to force himself out of the powerful Genjutsu placed upon him. What appeared to be eons had passed...before finally, he settled and realized that he was the same height as the marionette that stood before him. The image shattered as glass would...falling and scattering against the ground before being crunched with the Uchiha taking a step forward. "This...is madness..." he cried.
Clutching his biceps thereafter, Atsuhiro stumbled backward until falling onto his backside with a thud. He blinked, and all was returned to normal. The elder Atsuhiro stood to his side and peered into the Uchiha's eyes with what appeared to be a meager acceptance to his attempt. "You, boy...you have a long way to go." it stated. Yet again would the jaw tap against the rest of the frame, dust falling away as it spoke. "What the hell was that?!" Atsuhiro responded. The figure's shoulders rose and fell rapidly, obviously a sign that it had been laughing. "That...was your appetizer." it muttered. Had this...low level demon conquered Atsuhiro? He managed to pull himself away from the torment...so why was this wraith not satisfied? Damn him and his opinions!
The Uchiha stood to his feet and pointed directly at the wraith's face, words attempting to come forth....but nothing. As he attempted to speak, cuts would appear across his forearm and biceps. His forehead was seeping blood, running down into his clothing. Even his mouth was bleeding...before his lips pursed together against his will and sealed, as if his skin had melted and fused together. A moment of panic robbed him of breath..before he fell to his knees and began to breathe through his nose. The wraith stepped forward soon after this; it leaned downward and clutched the Uchiha's chin with two fingers, bringing their countenances too close for comfort. "You are trash in this world. Only by my hand will you leave...and only by my power will you continue to exist." it breathed. The noxious fumes from its breath was enough to light the nose on fire, though surprising strength kept the flailing Atsuhiro from moving.
"Here's a friendly reminder from the wraith....get with the program, or die."