"Training" aka slacking off [finished-archive]
Jun 30, 2015 8:57:53 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Jun 30, 2015 8:57:53 GMT -7
Heian wasn't known for his ability to train. He wasn't known for his wicked ninja skills, fighting style or the amounts of enemies he had defeated. In fact Heian wasn't known for much. He was a painter and a forger, and not being known was in his world, a good thing. He prided himself on not being known.
as much as he didn't like it though Heian had somehow found himself in the training grounds, or what he thought were training grounds. Why he had wandered to this dusty place escaped him. This may be the worst idea I have ever come up with... He mumbled to himself, as he swaggered onto the middle of an open field.
Glaring at his toes he thought of something he could train on. I mean, dispite what people would think he was good for something. He had copied bobbles from all over the nation and sold them to people thinking they were getting a real piece of art... And then got caught. Angry, he took the knife from his pocket and thinking he could hit the log 20 feet away, lashing out in anger to chucked the thing with all his might. He fashionable clothes flapping as he threw the dagger. It flew whistling in the wind, Heian smirked to himself thinking this ninja thing can't be that hard, until his dagger turned and thumped into the log... But first, bouncing harmlessly off the rock.
Angry, he ran over and picked up the dagger, yelling into the air, and slashing at the log in front of him. His wild blow bounced off the log and deflected into his left knee, knicking his kneecap. Heian doubled over cursing at the air, cursing at the knife, yelling at the sky cursing the damn Mizukage, and everyone who has ever been a ninja or would be since the dawn of time and forever. He clutched his knee as he rolled on the ground whimpering in pain.
As he convulsed on the ground like the wussy that he is, he overheard two young Genin, maybe 13 years old, genders mute, and faces contorted into a laughing scoff. Heian quickly jerked himself up off the ground and shorted at the children.
"Hey! You little Bastards! Don't you dare mock me! I am practicing on of the most powerful and forbidden of ancient techniques! Even the Lord Mizukage would tremble if he knew the limit of the Jutsu I am perfecting! How dare you mock me!" Heian's face so furious and his demeanor so powerful the children choked on their own words. Heian twisted his body expertly and picked up the dagger tossing it in the air like a heavy pen and caught it with two fingers like he did if he was taking a pause in drawing, except instead of a pen it was a long dagger that could kill him. But caught up in his own lie he caught it and glared at the rude children.
"Now! I will show you what a RRrrrreal ninja can do!!!!" He then extended his thoughts and his chakra out, flashing a few hand seals and felt the mind of the two Genin. Without knowing what he was doing he focused his mind and began painting a picture in his mind's eye. The colors on the canvas were bright. Shares of red and flashes of light, broad strokes of moving arms and kicking legs. Even his voice would carry an extra umphf to it. He closed his eyes and let the image rush over him. The series of fluid steps and flowing slashes he would make with his knife. The scenes playing out in his head like a dramatic Kabuki drama. Every motion vibrant and alive, more alive than they could ever be in real life. His hands would seem stronger, his hair seem whispy-er, his bright Kiomo in his eye would move and flutter like a thousand paper crane fluttering the wind caused by his speed and prowess.
With a snap Heian opened his eyes starting the Jutsu a rain of glitter combined with a flurry of movement. He turned running directly at the children, jumping over them right as he was about the hit them. As he did so time seemed to slow down and the height of his jump seemed volumized. Upon landing the dust from the ground billowed up in puffs before getting dragged way by the wind which blew his hair like a movies tar in an action scene. Reaching for a marble in his jacket he span like a shot putter before launching into a wild and superstring throw with seemed to match the power of a cannon, sparks coming from his fingers as is released. The ball whizzed through the air smacking the log with a solid thump.
Smiling, Heian looked at the children with a smile that would melt any woman's heart, and said:
No-one can beat my Kintama no punchi! Before winking and sauntering away.
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As Heian walked away he heard the children yell and shout in disbelief and awe as " some super ninja" had just jumped a million feet in the air and threw a marble the size of a tree. His inadvertent Genjutsu forgery was much to powerful obviously on children. Who's imagination was so strong. They wanted to see something amazing, and so even though he laid it on pretty thick the children ate it up. Already exaggerating what they thought they saw. While not what Heian intended to do that day, he felt a little proud of himself.
As he walked back home, his nice expensive Kimono ripped in the knee he felt a twinge of pain. Remembering he had just cut it earlier reminded his he had left the dagger and marble on the field, and he had no money to replace them. Exasperated he trudged back and waited. Hiding in a tree for the kids to finally go home, as no to embarrass himself. At last he walked onto the training ground and picked up his now warped dagger and marble, dusted it off, and walked back home thinking all the while he was much more epic than he actually was.
as much as he didn't like it though Heian had somehow found himself in the training grounds, or what he thought were training grounds. Why he had wandered to this dusty place escaped him. This may be the worst idea I have ever come up with... He mumbled to himself, as he swaggered onto the middle of an open field.
Ell's Dramatic Action
Rank: "D"
Skill: GenJutsu
Effect: With a touch the user imbues their target with a special effects budget for their actions.
Special: "Handseals"
Drawback: Even the user may be affected if performed against a target.
Description: Affects anyone who sees the target touched. The user is able to perform this technique on the target they touch. The duration of this technique lasts for 5 hours per class level. This technique may be negated. A shower of glitter showers around the target briefly and then vanishes. Their hair, or anything long like a cape will seem to blow dramatically without a breeze, their physical attacks seem to run in slow motion and great detail, while their Jutsus flash with the best special effects anyone would ever seen. Their motions seem to have that extra bit of awesomeness to them, their blows seem to drag out at key dramatic emotions, and their Jutsus complete with a zooming colorful background and the name of the attack being spelled out in ghostly letters.
Limit: Must know the Figment Perception.
Rank: "D"
Skill: GenJutsu
Effect: With a touch the user imbues their target with a special effects budget for their actions.
Special: "Handseals"
Drawback: Even the user may be affected if performed against a target.
Description: Affects anyone who sees the target touched. The user is able to perform this technique on the target they touch. The duration of this technique lasts for 5 hours per class level. This technique may be negated. A shower of glitter showers around the target briefly and then vanishes. Their hair, or anything long like a cape will seem to blow dramatically without a breeze, their physical attacks seem to run in slow motion and great detail, while their Jutsus flash with the best special effects anyone would ever seen. Their motions seem to have that extra bit of awesomeness to them, their blows seem to drag out at key dramatic emotions, and their Jutsus complete with a zooming colorful background and the name of the attack being spelled out in ghostly letters.
Limit: Must know the Figment Perception.
Glaring at his toes he thought of something he could train on. I mean, dispite what people would think he was good for something. He had copied bobbles from all over the nation and sold them to people thinking they were getting a real piece of art... And then got caught. Angry, he took the knife from his pocket and thinking he could hit the log 20 feet away, lashing out in anger to chucked the thing with all his might. He fashionable clothes flapping as he threw the dagger. It flew whistling in the wind, Heian smirked to himself thinking this ninja thing can't be that hard, until his dagger turned and thumped into the log... But first, bouncing harmlessly off the rock.
Angry, he ran over and picked up the dagger, yelling into the air, and slashing at the log in front of him. His wild blow bounced off the log and deflected into his left knee, knicking his kneecap. Heian doubled over cursing at the air, cursing at the knife, yelling at the sky cursing the damn Mizukage, and everyone who has ever been a ninja or would be since the dawn of time and forever. He clutched his knee as he rolled on the ground whimpering in pain.
As he convulsed on the ground like the wussy that he is, he overheard two young Genin, maybe 13 years old, genders mute, and faces contorted into a laughing scoff. Heian quickly jerked himself up off the ground and shorted at the children.
"Hey! You little Bastards! Don't you dare mock me! I am practicing on of the most powerful and forbidden of ancient techniques! Even the Lord Mizukage would tremble if he knew the limit of the Jutsu I am perfecting! How dare you mock me!" Heian's face so furious and his demeanor so powerful the children choked on their own words. Heian twisted his body expertly and picked up the dagger tossing it in the air like a heavy pen and caught it with two fingers like he did if he was taking a pause in drawing, except instead of a pen it was a long dagger that could kill him. But caught up in his own lie he caught it and glared at the rude children.
"Now! I will show you what a RRrrrreal ninja can do!!!!" He then extended his thoughts and his chakra out, flashing a few hand seals and felt the mind of the two Genin. Without knowing what he was doing he focused his mind and began painting a picture in his mind's eye. The colors on the canvas were bright. Shares of red and flashes of light, broad strokes of moving arms and kicking legs. Even his voice would carry an extra umphf to it. He closed his eyes and let the image rush over him. The series of fluid steps and flowing slashes he would make with his knife. The scenes playing out in his head like a dramatic Kabuki drama. Every motion vibrant and alive, more alive than they could ever be in real life. His hands would seem stronger, his hair seem whispy-er, his bright Kiomo in his eye would move and flutter like a thousand paper crane fluttering the wind caused by his speed and prowess.
With a snap Heian opened his eyes starting the Jutsu a rain of glitter combined with a flurry of movement. He turned running directly at the children, jumping over them right as he was about the hit them. As he did so time seemed to slow down and the height of his jump seemed volumized. Upon landing the dust from the ground billowed up in puffs before getting dragged way by the wind which blew his hair like a movies tar in an action scene. Reaching for a marble in his jacket he span like a shot putter before launching into a wild and superstring throw with seemed to match the power of a cannon, sparks coming from his fingers as is released. The ball whizzed through the air smacking the log with a solid thump.
Smiling, Heian looked at the children with a smile that would melt any woman's heart, and said:
No-one can beat my Kintama no punchi! Before winking and sauntering away.
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As Heian walked away he heard the children yell and shout in disbelief and awe as " some super ninja" had just jumped a million feet in the air and threw a marble the size of a tree. His inadvertent Genjutsu forgery was much to powerful obviously on children. Who's imagination was so strong. They wanted to see something amazing, and so even though he laid it on pretty thick the children ate it up. Already exaggerating what they thought they saw. While not what Heian intended to do that day, he felt a little proud of himself.
As he walked back home, his nice expensive Kimono ripped in the knee he felt a twinge of pain. Remembering he had just cut it earlier reminded his he had left the dagger and marble on the field, and he had no money to replace them. Exasperated he trudged back and waited. Hiding in a tree for the kids to finally go home, as no to embarrass himself. At last he walked onto the training ground and picked up his now warped dagger and marble, dusted it off, and walked back home thinking all the while he was much more epic than he actually was.