[. Brotherhood] - Train & Travel

[Umehara]

[. Shunshin No Jutsu - 10th Training]

[0|10]

Once free from the gate, the Destroyer found that his brother would be close behind him. He rested upon the border to Kaze No Kuni, the marble box in his possession layed across the ground as he sat indian style and pondered for a moment. His kin had most likely either decided to rest for a moment or detour, viewing that which lay in his eyesight for the simple fact that it was that which had so graciously created for all to gaze upon. This land was his to mold as he saw fit, and Uchiha Atsuhiro would hold a mutual elegance in the craft that they shared. One would mold and piece together, while the other would take down and completely decimate all that he deemed were not apart of the grand scheme that Kouketsu weaved.

Diligently, Atsuhiro would once again stand to his feet. The interest in the high speed movement still available to him, he would form handseals. The fingers weaved together rather quickly, the intricate display of zodiac beasts manifested by his tendrils allowing him to form twin clones to either side of him. "Kage Bunshin No Jutsu." he muttered. The excitement for such actions had long since been forgotten after a handful of deaths at his own hands, nothing more than an english gesture for show present. His counterparts would appear in a cloud of smoke, and thereafter they would assume their own personalities as they turned and faced their origin. "You called?" one of them would ask. The other merely nodded in agreement, awaiting some type of response.

"Indeed." the Destroyer confirmed. Mentally pushing his own thoughts into their composition, they were all automatically affiliated with the same cause. And there, as if on cue, both of his dopplegangers would pull Red Queen blades from their backs. It was extremely swift, the powerful slash that they gave at a vertical pace. The blade appeared to pierce the air in all its grandeur, speeding down toward his position in an attempt to cleave him down both shoulders. But no, Atsuhiro would have other measures to take against such hostility. The chakra upon his body had already been summoned from within, yanked from the depths of ethereal being so that they could flow over his person and allow him to awaken his tenketsu.

It was remarkable, still: The way that the chakra flowed thorughout his body and allowed his muscles to relax and gain more focus. His head lowered only slightly as their blades would come, the sound of metal smashing into the ground to create an upheaval of earth following soon after. But there was no shower of crimson..there was no blood, no life's essence to stain the emerald blades that were beginning to grow in number as they had travelled across the border. The clones would merely narrow their eyes as they found their swords buried into gaia slightly, tearing asunder no flesh or vitae. Instead, their master stood behind them with both of his hands placed upon the back of his head.

"Shall we continue?"

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[Masakuni]

+10
(10.10) I think you broke the Shunshin record. xD

[Umehara]

[. Shunshin No Jutsu - 11th Training]

[0|10]

As he stood there with his hands placed upon his back, the clones would immediately turn and point their blades forward. The Red Queen's fury was still evident even though it was very much a makeshift copy of the one that hung on his back. The appendages were lowered as the Uchiha would settle back into no particular stance, the uncompromising brutality of the Yajuu No Mai "Shapeless" ability allowing him to assume no particular placement..though he would be able to attack or defend from all around his very frame. Yet again would the dopplegangers move forth and into a fruition involving offensive measure. Breaking off to flank him from the side and the back, they merely desired to enhance the physical training of the body.

As such, one from his western region would allow its blade to slide toward him in an impaling motion. The right hand gripped the handle as it thrust forward, blade once again paying no measure to the air resistance that was easily cut through as Atsuhiro stood there. Another approached from behind, though meters away so that he could enact his counter should the Uchiha obviously evade. And surely, it would come into play: Atsuhiro's chakra was once again set forth on the path of righteous glory in his veins, moving about a complex system as the ventricles in the heart pumped slightly faster with his breathing paced. His muscles rendered null and void in terms of resistsance, he yet again the physical ability to pull himself from the realm of reality for all but a split second.

The Uchiha's body would arrive a great distance away from them as their blades clanged against each other, nothing more but a singular gust of wind pushing upward and off the ground to tear a few leaves from whence he stood. His arms lay folded over his abdomen as he chuckled softly; the Destroyer was enjoying this. His clones staggered as they attempted to meet his position, swords loosely falling from their hands onto the ground before them. Yet, the Uchiha knew better than to underestimate the power of his clones. The blades were picked up rather quickly as they made yet another dash toward him, this time zig-zagging in pattern.

Sand and terra firma alike were torn asunder as their proximity was closed. As if on cue would they seperate themselves once more, one of them jumping through the air to attack the cranium. The other would slice toward the legs, aiming somewhere around the quadricep to create more of a distraction as Atsuhiro stood perfectly statuesque. His eyes fluttered to a close, only to open yet again to view a change of scenery; he had once again shunshined, his opponents in the distance as he now stood with his back toward them. His head tilted to the side as the chakra was reserved yet again, no strain present upon his body. Indeed, this was a feat well appreciated.

[Masakuni]

+10
(10.10) >.>

[Umehara]

[. Shunshin No Jutsu - 12th Training]

[0|10]

The turn upon the ball of the right foot would allow Atsuhiro to relaize that his clones had now dropped their weapons, opting for hand to hand combat as they dashed forward. One of them dispersed, it was beginning to create more of an intense situation as he stood there amongst the plain. A slight breeze kicked up as both of the Uchiha twins met each other's proximity, a flurry of blows coming into light as the clone threw a right hook toward his jaw. Atsuhiro merely ducked down up under it, utilizing the ability of the shunshin technique to quickly position himself below it. The clone would thereafter thrust his knee toward his facade. The kneecap almost collided hard with bone, though the Destroyer would once again merely move his frame behind him by way of shunshin.

The chakra control that he possessed was almost unparalleled in the ability to perform the shunshin technique. The clone turned around with a hard heel to the back of his head, yet once again Atsuhiro would allow his frame to relax. The muscles within presented only a slight disdain for such high speed movements as he pushed his chakra into his flesh once more, the nerves and chakra networks unified to allow his body to push itself past mundane limit. And thus, the Destroyer would yet again fool his opponent. The appendage of his clone would hit nothing as the Uchiha appeared meters off, dashing in toward the battle with a hard left fist cocked backward. Letting loose with it, the clone managed to tilt his head so that the arm would stretch over his shoulder.

A grapple? The clone now wrapped nimble digits around the wrist and forearm of its master, bending forward whilst shifting his weight so that the Destroyer would be sent flying forward. However, the doppleganger would only catch air as Atsuhiro yet again shunshined from his position. Arriving below the clone, it was a close shot from whence the knuckles would speed forward from below and into the chin region. His counterpart slide off to the side of it cautiously, cursing slightly as the two continued their intricate dance. Atsuhiro ended up on the heel of his right foot before he would thrust himself forward, raising into the air with a powerful shunshin above his opponent. How beauteous it was for his limbs to work in rapid succession with his movements..

Landing downward with a knee toward the top of the head, his clone would merely step to the right and attempt a counter with a high kick to his chin. "Pathetic." the Destroyer would mutter. He seized all matter within himself before instantly pushing himself to the offset leg, grabbing onto it before he turned around and lifted his opponent into the air. A burst of wind following his actions, he hurled his clone into the distance only to have it flip a few times and land meters away. They both shuffled their feet as idle punches were tossed to the air, heads lowered as they eyed each other carefully.

This was only the beginning.

[Masakuni]

+10
(10.10) Learned. You've not only passed the record, you've raped it.

[Umehara]

[. Shunshin No Jutsu - 13th Training]

[0|10]

"I'LL CONSUME THIS PAIN!"

Atsuhiro's fist slammed hard into the knuckles of his doppleganger, all of a sudden pushing it backward so that its feet would skid along the ground for a great amount of meters. The Sharingan Eye burst forward, the crimson gaze would once again yield three tomoe as he pushed onward and shunshined so quickly toward his opponent that it was more than untraceable; he had obtained a new level of strength..a new motivation..the chakra upon his body was beginning to burn, quite literally, into the epidermis. As if on cue, the two would be fueled by the same rage of destruction and obliteration. And there, amongst that plain, a huge burst of wind would take place as they began to punch their way to victory.

Multiple shunshins were performed as their knuckles collided harshly with each other time and again, small sonic booms escaping from the sheer force of chakra and physical flesh meeting again and again. The ground itself began to tear away from its place, terra firma rocking under the influence as their legs worked diligently to tear asunder anything that lay in their path. Atsuhiro's very eyes began to bleed as he focused them solely on the opponent before him, crimson trickling downward to his chin before it would drip forward and onto the emerald blades of grass. The clone would do the same, their hands moving in the form of blurs as they continuously attempted to claim defeat over the other.

And yet, the high speed movements training would continue. This entire time, the Destroyer had been working to increase the ability to use his muscles to increase the power that he exerted. The clone performed few handseals before shunshining toward the air, and from its mouth would come these exact words:

"Katon! Goukakyuu No Jutsu!"

.

The powerful flame would erupt from the mouth in all its grandeur as the sphere of amber and crimson swirled to life, a thin stream of fire turning into a ball that had the circumference of a great object. The heat was intense as his frame was tossed toward the air, pushing into the atmosphere by the propulsion of the flame jutsu. Atsuhiro merely watched for moments as his eyes grew slightly wide, the Sharingan tomoe beginning to spin as he then performed handseals of his own. "KATON! GOUKAKYUU NO JUTSU!![/i] he exclaimed. He, too, would summon forth the powerful flame that would burst forward in all its glory. The two collided with each other in the middle of the air as clone and master fought for valiant standing, an edifice of heat fathomed to be too intense for them to handle as the spheres of flame danced and crackled against each other. The very blades of grass around them would be set on fire, now allowing a small field of flame to be birthed from the depths of serenity's final, fleeting moments.

The explosion that followed was enough to tear that entire vicinity to nothingness, chunks of earth spilling forward to pervade the air. A blinding flash of light occurring after the initial bringing of the double jutsu, all would be clear as smoke and charred terra firma fell lifelessly from the air. But yet, the combatants were gone. There was no sign of life on the plain at that particular moment...until two shunshined Atsuhiro bodies met in the middle of the lake of fire and slammed their fists into each other's faces. Both staggered backward until falling onto a knee, sweat threatening to pour down their very person as smoke and fire danced and twirled about them.

"...I will face myself...and I will win."

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[Masakuni]

+10
(10.10) o.o rapez.

[Umehara]

[. Shunshin No Jutsu - 14th Training]

[0|10]

Atsuhiro pushed himself to stand straight up as he wiped his mouth of any spittle or crimson that may have been spilled, smirking rather devilishly as the doppleganger stood to his own feet and wobbled back and forth. It would straighten itself after moments, and thereafter assume the Goken stance in return to his hands beckoning him forward. He could feel a new life pulsing through him, the sensation of reality and truth beginning to grace his person as the clone dashed forward. The flames nipped at their bodies with the two closing proximity as they did, and amongst the struggle there would be a break in the darkened clouds. A swift punch from the clone would yield no results as Atsuhiro activated his chakra once more.

He felt rejuvenated. The weight of the world pushed away from his shoulders and into the distance, he was free to stand up fully and embrace the true power of acceleration. Within moments he would vanish from his position, and there he would wind up standing behind the clone whose fist was still in mid-motion as he tilted his head to the side. The Uchiha's flesh only had a mild sting to it, the burning sensation with his epidermis a lingering effect as the chakra was used to exert more force. He clenched his fists as this sudden power thrust itself forward and into him once more, accepting it without so much as a chuckle of the lips.

The breathless gesture would cause the clone to turn around, somewhat bewildered as it once again attempted to strike him. A powerful foot would lunge forward toward the gut, only to be denied. The Destroyer had gained control of his own self once more, utilizing the power to push his body further into an understanding of the shunshin. He arrived only two meters away from the intended strike zone, nimble digits swiftly pushing against the clone's ankle to send it rolling. It developed a sense of urgency as it picked itself up from the ground, the flames threatening to disperse it immediately. The wildfire was beginning to grow now..the heat increasingly difficult to withstand as it tampered with their endurance.

Amazingly enough, the man had not fatigued. A new life was breathed into his person as the clone dashed toward him yet again, this time grunting in frustration as he attacked in random patterns. They were all futile: Atsuhiro would merely shunshin away from the intended path, straying only a few meters away from the body of his doppleganger as his efforts were all in vain. A final uppercut attempted, he would shunshin to the side of his opponent and give a powerful clothesline to his neck. The forceful, yet sickening sound of bone snapping was evident as it flipped multiple times, landing in the flames and burning for seconds before dispersing within a cloud of smoke.

Atsuhiro thereafter looked into the smokey pillars billowing into the sky...and laughed.

[Masakuni]

+10
(10.10) Niiice.

[seppuku]

OOC: I might as well get an extra Shunshin in, lol. Always can use more; however, screw two posts. =]

Training: Shunshin no Jutsu, 0 | 10.
Sharingan: Activated.

Swoosh.

It was the only sound his jettisoning body made as he skimmed across the desert plains, his delicate and agile footsteps guiding him along the sandy paths. They'd been moving for quite some time, but the intensity of their training had caused quite the delay -- it'd been a handful of hours since they left the gates of Kaze no Kuni, and still there was no hint of vegetation to be seen; the sun burned brightly these afternoon, scorching away what little shade managed to form in the desolate Hell. But oh, how soothing the breeze was, yielded by their intense velocities.

By the power of his will alone chakra was released into the various paths of his veins, sent forth in a powerful surge from his unlocked tenketsu points. Each time his sandaled feet touched down against the smooth and flawless sea of gold, his body reacted in a more powerful and noticeable manner. His muscles seemed to swell, growing ripe and ready with the invisible energies that coursed through their structures -- it felt something akin to a shock-treatment of protein, increasing both his muscle mass and potential every second the nurturing source was allowed to roam freely.

Yet when he would launch himself from the ground it ignited in an explosion rivaling that of a bomb. The energies were expelled from the innards of his being, pushing against the solidified surface of the sand and the very molecules within the air itself - such power gave birth to a speed unmatched by any other, simply known as the shunshin, or body flicker.

His body became distorted to the naked eye, his distinct features such as appendages and clothing seeming to fade from existence. A silhouette turned into a shapeless mass of ebony before erased by the recoils dispersing of the image, followed by the distinct howl of wind and gust commonly associated with the technique. Propelled forward at instantaneous-like speed, Kouketsu's body became visible once more alongside his speeding kin, reinitiating the technique to merely keep hold of his presence -- they couldn't lose track of each other in this Hell hole.

To the common eye they would appear to be nothing more than the devil's advocate, teleporting through the use of dark magics. Chakra continued to surge through the Uchiha's lithe body, his muscles expelling the power in the consistent explosion that continued to warp him from place to place, here to there. It was quite a spectacle, to be honest, seeing these two entities travel in such a sporadic way; their steps left thin veils of dust and debris lingering in the air, leaving tell-tale hints of where they once were.

Atsuhiro...,

he said, his eyes skimming to his western flank as he viewed his brethren. It was time to take his next step in power, but on a more personal level; he'd been meaning to bring the situation to the surface for quite some time since their meeting, and now seemed to be the perfect moment to do such - a serious matter, he hoped the fellow Uchiha would understand.

How powerful... are your eyes?

[Koori.]

>_> The Teleport Twins, Thats what I'll call you to from now on..........

Learned.

Edit: didn't see you had sharingan activated. +10 STP

[Umehara]

[. Shunshin No Jutsu - 15th Training]

[0|10]

The question was one that did not surprise the Uchiha as they practiced their maneuvers, the ministrations taken up once again as they travelled along away from the gate within the Sand Village. There had been no sign of the Missing Ninja that he had been assigned to capture and do away with, and thus he would continue trekking forward until their introductions...and battle..were complete. It appeared that his kin was taking up the ability to perform such high speed actions himself, and the Destroyer could not help but feel...pride. The tale of legendary beings was yet again unfolding, with them at the center of all that was brewing. The Uchiha did not mind, as long as he was with this newfound brethren, and none would attempt to break the bond that they had begun to establish.

Atsuhiro's body once more picked up the control of chakra, on a grand scale masterfully using the adrenaline within his body to propel himself forward at a much quicker rate than expected with the Shunshin No Jutsu technique. He would constantly vanish from whence he stood, each branch left with nothing more but a slight burst of wind as he picked up tenketsu control and expertly manipulated the fabric of time to wrap about his countenance. It would allow him to leave existence but for a moment, and in that he could find refuge in the realm of safety..right before his feet would allow him to land upon yet another branch. The muscles within his body were being fine-tuned to withstand multiple shunshins in short amounts of time, and their travel forward was one that was aiding in that. However, the Destroyer had elsewhere he would need to travel. This land was vast, and it would need the eye of he who desired to rearrange it to fully grasp the canvas upon which he would paint his decimations.

With the powerful force of his legs exerted forward, Atsuhiro's Sharingan Eye would activate. Yet again were the tomoe summoned unto him, the three tomoe signifying to his kin that he had at least learned all that he could have possibly learned in his current state. He pushed his body forward with such a speed that the body flicker was once again taken up, and he found himself turned toward Kouketsu as he would land upon a branch nearby. "They serve their purpose." he responded. He would thereafter train the shunshin once more...but for something that could prove to be rather unnerving for Kouketsu himself. He shunshined once more, allowing the chakra within his body to push him to the direct front. Both of his hands raised upward to grab onto his face, and the Uchiha's were only meters away as the obsidian spheres began to swirl within his crimson ocean.

"Watch, my brother...the Destroyer's artistry."

The thirst for power would need to be absolute, and his brethren did not possess the prowess that was required. They were artists..and without the proper tools, they would not be able to create such masterpieces across any who would cross their paths without the brushes and paint to stain the pristine canvas sitting before them. Atsuhiro graciously offered up the knowledge of vast generations passed, and inwardly he could sense the urgency of his kin. To what purpose he desired to know was unfamiliar...but even with their powerful bond, the concern for his past was nearlynon-existent. The Destroyer gripped his facade and began to forcefully feed him the documentations of each and every jutsu, the Genjutsu and Doujutsu techniques etched into the brain as hours would pass. For him, however, it was as if entire centuries had come and gone with the cinematic that the Destroyer had been playing for him via Sharingan Hypnosis.

With that, the secrets of his Sharingan would be revealed..

[. Time Lapse - 1 Hour]

Atsuhiro would thereafter leave his brother where he stood, his own eyes narrowed as the final secret lay unlocked to the likes of him. The Destroyer leaned inward and placed a hand to his shoulder, though he ensured that their faces were meters apart. "Show me...your flame." he gave. The cruelty..or perhaps it was kindness?...of the Uchiha dealt, he turned upon the ball of his right foot..and vaulted downward and into the distance to leave his brother with that trial and tribulation to face. Any who questioned his abilities would receive the gift of experiencing first-hand how rigorous it had been for him to obtain what he had.

Finally vanishing into the distance, the Uchiha could only wonder if his kin would survive...where the others had perished.

[. Exit Atsuhiro]

[Koori.]

STOP


TRAINING




SHUSHIN






Learned.

[seppuku]

Sharingan: Konsui [Dead Sleep Gaze]
Rank: B-rank.
Skill: Doujutsu.
Effect: The user initiates a powerful gaze putting others to sleep.
Special: N/A however, holding the rat handseal increases focus, making the gaze more powerful.
Drawback: Does not work on users with a sharingan of equal stage/level.
Description: The user locks eyes upon an opponent. As that occurs, the tomoe within their pupils begin to whirl around the center pupil, just as the hypnosis technique, however the user then releases an extremely concentrated yet invisible beam of chakra from their eyes, which when the gazes are locked causes extreme lethargy and then seconds later, instantaneous sleep. Due to the nature of this technique, and the chakra precision required, it is rare for any sharingan users aside from Genjutsu specialists to know this technique. Also, this technique can affect sharingan users if they are at least one stage lower than the user.
Limit: Requires Stage Three Sharingan, Requires Sharingan Hypnosis (A-rank), Requires Genjutsu Specialization, or 300 TP in sharingan techniques.

Sharingan: Active.

The ordeal with Atsuhiro had left the Uchiha fatigued as his mind was overwhelmed with the tides of information, seething through the intricate networks of brain until taking root within his mind. It was a life-changing experience, really, enlightening the Creator a whorl of information he didn’t even know existed; the techniques of the Uchiha’s most sacred ability were bequeathed unto him, much like a family heirloom or precious artifact. It was interesting, to say the least.

“This power,” he said while looking into the sea of sand. “I will obtain it.”

Having meditated quite some time on the situation, Kouketsu had finally formulated enough of a plan to begin the initial phases of his training to come. Sitting, legs crossed, his body began to shift as he made his way to a stand; he stood against the smooth dips and curves of the landscape, his body being the only protrusion against the otherwise flawless horizon for miles in any direction.

Eyes of a onyx color narrowed as he gazed into the distance—fleshy lids soon slid over them, his chest expanding as he took in a deep breath before falling again; his mind and body acted in perfect synchronization, forging his thoughts into reality through the intricate and speedy movements of his hands. “Kage Bushin no Jutsu!” he said, moving his hands into the designated seals required to harness the potential of the technique – he would need a guinea pig for this, after all.

The clone appeared so swiftly he lacked the lesser symptoms such as plumes or clouds of smoke, merely manifesting on the scene as if he was “made from pure air.” Being identical to the Uchiha in every way possible, including a hefty amount of chakra, he would be able to feel the full effects of the former’s dojutsu. Furthermore, he would prove to be quite a challenge in battle being that he was gifted with Kouketsu’s train of thought and strategically inclined genius.

“We’ll begin with my technique,” he cooed, adverting his eyes to watch the clone trek out before him. He stood, turned, and faced his creator with a look of carelessness. “Should I fail to induce you completely, we’ll begin our battle – you are to hold back nothing.”

The clone nodded in concurrence with an almost anticipating demeanor, his Sharingan eyes narrowing as he glared at the figure of his creator. Kouketsu took his time, ignoring the looks his bushin gave him. This technique needed no hand-seals, for it was of the eyes – being one of his clan’s most infamous and heralded jutsu, he was sure it could pack quite the punch.

Chakra began to flow through his body at a constant accelerated state, swimming through his veins until amassing within his eyes; they had been closed prior to this, hiding the transmutation happening beneath the thin layers of muscle and flesh. When they opened again, the power was pushed forward in the form of a thin and invisible beam. These energies moved at a speed nigh-instantaneous, latching into his opponent’s skull and penetrating his eyes before he’d have any chance of retaliation. The effects to come would be unexpected, and though not as quick as the speed of which the beam accelerated, they would transgress the clone’s body quite hastily and effectively.

His vision became obscured by a faint shade of darkness setting in, beginning at the brim while slowly working its way toward the center; in away, it was slightly similar to a disease, spreading from the point of contact until infecting the entire body. Shapes and objects would slowly begin to melt into a pot of colors without definition, and before long his senses would begin to fail as well—Kouketsu’s gaze was lulling the clone into a deep sleep, but he found himself fooled.

In an instant, his body vanished from sight just as the Uchiha thought he’d fall completely victim to the technique. His Sharingan burned with the sensation of foresight, and within the mind was his figure painted behind me; Kouketsu saw his movements clearly, and with a simple crouch and side-leap the boy managed to evade the hail of shuriken seeking purchase about his back.

A thin cloud of dust remained where he once was, and within its veil the Uchiha could see the silhouette of his bushin – he was just landing, his throwing arm still extended, where he then turned to look at his creator with an intrigued expression on his face.

Clearly, this battle would prove interesting.

[Umehara]

+40

[seppuku]

Sharingan: Active.
TP: 40 / 80.

“Surely, that isn’t all you’re capable of, Creator.” a dreamy voice said, mocking the Uchiha’s effort.

The clone sure held the personality of his creator, not caring enough to hold back the sarcasm even though Kouketsu could dispel his existence at an instant. Exposed hands were once more hidden beneath the lengths of his cloak’s sleeves, concealing any hint of what he had in store of his creator. Breaking from his “stoic” point of stance, the clone steadily began to lower himself into a crouch-like position; his hands were still obscured by the cloak, and though lowered he didn’t shift his face from Kouketsu’s.

In an instant, he was gone.

He’d used the methods of the shunshin no jutsu to move with a blinding speed, but before the eyes of the Uchiha it was as if was moving moderately slow. Able to keep up with the movements, for his evolution of the eye was capable of such, Kouketsu’s mind was blessed with the foretelling of where his clone would be the instant before it was; a swift kick was coming toward his left temple, yet with a shift of his head he was easily able to avoid it – now, it was time for a counter attack.

Rising his hand upward, Kouketsu caught hold of his clone’s attacking shin and forcefully gripped it as to avoid any further vanishing techniques. His opponent’s balance was now in his hands, and with a simple shift of his own person he stepped inward, bringing his own leg upward in an attempt to smash into his clone temple – failed, for he too possessed the blessings of the Sharingan. He would mimic his creator’s actions, catching the man’s shin with a palm and holding it in place—placing him within the creator’s trap.

Outstretching his open arm, he grasped firmly upon the side of his clone’s head and pulled forward, firmly locking their gaze with one another; requiring no seals, his Sharingan eyes would begin to evolve and emit a distinct frequency of chakra directly into his clone’s skull. Almost instantly, this was impossible to avoid due to the close proximity and overall speed of the Genjutsu; Kouketsu had planned his movements perfectly, and though practically on level with his Creator, the clone proved that major difference between the two with his fault.

Once again a steady stream of darkness began to take over the clone’s perceptions, lulling him into a constant state of sleep. His posture began to slouch and his grip on the Creator’s shin loosen; he maintained his stance for quite some time, but for as long as he looked into the Creator’s eyes and such close range, the less and less his Sharingan could save him from the wrath of the original’s Genjutsu. Kouketsu, on the other hand, could keep this up all day.

He continued to pump a massive amount of chakra through his body and into his eyes, jet-lining it directly into his clone to further his technique’s strength. The crimson and ebony of his Sharingan eye began to mesh together as his clone’s vision began to fail him, his body almost falling flat on its face as this transpired. However, it would not be this easy.

Despite the large amounts of effort Kouketsu had placed into this technique, the Sharingan once again proved its superiority over the Jutsu; his eyes grew wide as he snapped out of the sleeping technique, pushing back and launching himself away from his master’s figure.

Now distanced, the battle would begin again.

[Umehara]

Learned.

[Umehara]

+30

[seppuku]

Note: The Lightning Orb Gun has been put on hold; I'm training a new technique. If I have to repost the three posts above to re-obtain the TP, I will.

Sharingan: Active.

Sharingan Hypnosis State
Rank: A-rank.
Type: GenJutsu
Effect: This allows the user to suggest something towards the opponent in which they must follow. When the "A" Ranked is learned the user has the capability suggesting small things towards the opponent such as stepping forward, backwards, to the sides, small things such as that. There can not be any type of danger issued such as attacking, or defending in any way. When the user learns the "S" Rank version then the user is capable of allowing the opponent or those that they wish to use this upon them the technique that allows them to see through the mind of the user. This means that the opponent is capable of seeing the memories, or dreams of the user, but anything that deals with danger does not work, and the opponent is never in any way takes action within. This means that they are not in the dream but merely watching as if watching a television.
Special: Eye contact must stay in place.
Drawback: If the suggestion is outragous then the opponent snaps out of the technique. This means that if the user wishes for the opponent to kill their friend, then the technique will not work and the opponent will snap out of the technique. When the opponent feels the sensation of pain the opponent snaps out of the technique. Full Eye contact must be placed.
Description: The eye begins to spin as all three black dots spin in a slow hypnotic like state as the effect takes place.
Limit: Must have the third Sharingan Eye.

My hand stung somewhat due to the overcharging of the lightning orb gun, succumbing to the use of lightning based jutsu; my fingers were somewhat numb and tingly, though I managed to retain all function of them. I would switch tactics, shifting my attention to another aspect of training -- I would further harness the power of my Sharingan, elevating myself to obtain the truth of this world.

Incoming!

Within my line of sight I could see a handful of senbon, shuriken, and kunai racing toward me from the frontal barricade of clones I had created. I easily dipped and curved around the assaults, moving swiftly through the sea of projectiles and forward in the direction of my targets; I cared little for those behind me.

The first clone I descended was quick to react to my presentation, holstering a kunai betwixt his fingers as he thrust his arm forward. I evaded the stab quite effortlessly, throwing his arm over my shoulder while my respective hand clasped his side; I anchored myself while lifting my shoulders, throwing him up and over, into the crowd of followers and sending them tumbling to the floor in a thicket of arms and legs.

I turned quickly to view yet another of my creations preparing himself for a jutsu, however, I would halt him right in his tracks.

I blinked only once before looking the bushin directly in the eye, my Sharingan matching his own. He was a fool and matched my glare, though he found himself transfixed by the swirl of my ebony tomoe; the ring of black against the crimson backdrop began to spin dramatically, moving as but a blur against the red canvas. It was hypnotic to say the least, and before the bushin could realize it his body had be submerged within my technique.

A thin beam of chakra had shot out from my eyes and into his, interrupting his chakra flow and allowing me to control meager movements for the time being.

His will and might tried to fight against me, but even with the drastic cut in chakra (due to creating so many shadow clones), I could easily overwhelm the lower-level shadow clone. His handseals came to a stop and slowly they would part from one another, hesitantly placing themselves at his side.

A look of confusion crossed his face while a grin crossed mine. Oh, it was almost over.