Travelling in Search of Greater Strength {Training Thread}

[Aimi Kaguya]

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Then there came a thud, loud and obnoxious from behind Aimi's projection. Blinking, the astral form of the genin half turned around and saw his real body laying on the ground on its side, hands still clasped together in the rat seal! What the hell!? He'd been trying to act all intimidating and such just then, using some weird new jutsu that was in a certain light pretty scary to look at in order to keep some random bush-child from getting into any sort of trouble! That whole facade was broken the moment that his real body fell over!

“You didn't listen Aimi,” Vincent's projection said, drawing Aimi's image to look at the other. “I told you that your body would fall over if you didn't place yourself carefully because your body goes stiff.”

”You told me no such thing!” the projection of Aimi exclaimed, growing flustered that his idea had literally fallen on its face. “Hang on a second,” he grunted, the image closing its eyes and vanishing as Aimi ended the jutsu. His actual eyes opened and his hands were pulled apart from one another. He sat up and turned towards Vincent's avatar and pointed at him accusingly. ”You did not!”

”Well, I meant to. Anyways, your chakra control could use a bit of work – or maybe you were just being lazy. That projection of yours was beyond extremely close range, and yet it din't look fully formed. With a display like that, it makes me wonder if you actually did learn the Slash Dimension while you were away...” Vincent commented, pointing out the potentially obvious that Aimi's projection hadn't been perfect. Grumpy about being made a fool of, Aimi turned away from his sensei and crossed his arms, letting his words sink in despite being made a fool of. Like any good sensei, he'd called it like it was. Aimi's chakra control had been lazy in the pursuit of looking cool and intimidating, so it wasn't too surprising that the projection had come out half baked.

”Don't sulk. Give it another shot,” Vincent encouraged, stern as ever.

”Yeah alright...” Aimi said with a pout, sitting up straight and beginning to fold his hands again. At this point, he was basically ignoring what was going on with Amrante and the rest of the people in favor of learning this jutsu – although I things did heat up and get to involve him he wouldn't hesitate to jump in and put someone in their place. For now though, he just concentrated on getting the jutsu right. He might have screwed it up before because he was trying to show off, but now that he wasn't he was pretty confident that he could get it right fairly easily.

Holding the rat seal, Aimi closed his eyes and envisioned the woods not far too his right where he and Amarante had been just a minute or so ago, when he'd been playing his game of ghost-light tag. He'd send his projection there. Taking in a deep breath, he sent another large chunk of his chakra forth from his body and shaped it into the image of himself in the woods. He took care this time to make it a proper shape of himself, going over the details of his body in his mind and making sure to get it right. While one couldn't make out things like writing on clothing or even wrinkles, it was important to get the details such as individual fingers and such right, length of hair, face shape, etc.

Out from the woods stepped the image of Aimi, now completely formed an oily in appearance, the colors swimming around of their own accord, a flat and yet three dimensional representation of himself that was silent in step and ethereal in form. “So, how does this one look?” he asked Vincent, turning towards his sensei's projection and his completely still body.

[Aimi Kaguya]

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“That's much better,” Vincent's projection noted with an approving nod. ”Maybe you should go try and see what's going on over there though? Your friend could use help talking them out of leaving...”

Turning his oily visage back towards the scene that was taking place, Aimi's projection looked on with a mixed look of apathy and concern – though not for what was happening. Concern for himself. One thing was pretty certain, his body was more or less defenseless right now. Even though he could see what was happening in front of him, he wasn't eager to approach it – even if it was with just an image of himself, especially so! What was he going to do? Be spooky and hope that they went away?

… Actually that was his original idea for making the bush child come to his senses and leave. He didn't know I the people Amarante was... dealing with were actually paying any attention to him or not, so maybe his black visage walking over towards them with another not far behind would be enough to scare them off, especially with Amarante there directly in front of them. Who knows? Might have been worth a shot. Turning full on towards the scene, Aimi took one, two, three steps forward and...

Stopped. He couldn't go any further, at all. It wasn't as if there was a wall blocking his way or that something was holding him back, his image just started to walk in place all of the sudden. He only id this for a couple of seconds though before figuring out that he wasn't going anywhere. He stopped and turned back to Vincent, who had crossed his arms and was shaking his head. ”You really weren't paying attention were you? I told you that you can't make your astral projection go places that you haven't physically been to before! Have you been over there physically?”

The pertinence in his static voice was painful to Aimi's astral ears. If he could have blushed he might have, because this time he knew full well that he had been told he couldn't go where he hadn't gone and yet he tried anyways! It was a reminder that Vincent was a fairly cut and dry teacher who didn't adhere to funny business, unless of course it was to his own sense of humor like then and now, and that every jutsu had it's limitations, and this one was that it couldn't go where Aimi hadn't gone first.

That and it ate up a fairly good sized chunk of chakra with each use he'd realized. This full body projection took its toll in more ways than one. It wasn't a clone and it didn't actually project the spirit from the body, it was just an image made up of chakra and that chakra had to come from somewhere. A full body's worth was a fair amount it would seem as well. Aimi doubted that Vincent would know what rank of ninjutsu it was, but if he had to guess just based on his chakra consumption, he'd feel pretty safe in assuming that it was an A rank ninjutsu.

”Anyways, enough of using this jutsu up close. It's supposed to be an ultra long range ninjutsu used for communicating with people, so if you're going to be using this is should be used like that – over ultra long ranges. Come out of it and try to project yourself back here at home,” Vincent said, getting Aimi's attention.

”Wait, what?”

[Aimi Kaguya]

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”You heard me. I didn't stutter. End your astral projection and make one here in your apartment with me,” Vincent's projection clarified, speaking rather slowly as a matter of fact as though Aimi had asked out of stupidity rather than surprise.

”That's not what I meant! Oh, hang on,” Aimi began, ending the jutsu and opening his eyes. Standing up, he turned to Vincent's projection and continued. ”How do you expect me to do that? The apartment's like, a couple hundred kilometers away from here or something. That's a huge distance!”

”Again you weren't listening apparently. Distance doesn't matter with this jutsu Aimi, just that you've been there before.”

”No, that's not what I meant. I mean, like, wouldn't going that far drain too much o my chakra or something? Isn't it dangerous?” he said, trying to make his concerns known without being condescending.

Vincent, though, had no such reservations. ”Of course not! Don't be stupid. The amount of chakra consumed is the same no matter what the distance. Now picture yourself back in your kitchen and I'll see you in a minute or so. See you in two,” the projection said before phasing out of existence with a static noise.

”No wait, Vincent-sensei I – Oh god damn it!” Aimi cried out in a huff, letting out a deep breath through his nose. Vincent wasn't the type of person to hold your hand every step of the way. Once he told you how something was done, he expected you to do it to the best of your abilities and practice it until it was right. This was apparently true of the few ninjutsu he knew as well as his taijutsu. He was already gone anyways, so there was no point in crying over spilled astral milk. He'd just have to suck it up and do as he was told.

Sitting back down on the ground, Aimi crossed his legs and looked back over at the confrontation, Amarante was holding her own for the moment. Looked like things were at a bit of a stand still. He closed his eyes and folded the seals as quickly as he could. Ninjutsu wasn't exactly his strongest point, but at this point in his life he was decent at folding seals together with some speed at least. As he held the rat seal at the end, he pictured his apartment, his little kitchen with the table, the slight mess he chose to live in because he was hardly ever home. All the little details that made his apartment his apartment he thought about, then sent his chakra from all points in his body forth, willing it to appear there.

“Hmm, not too terrible,” Vincent said, the real Vincent, as Aimi opened his astral eyes and found himself standing in his kitchen with Vincent sat down at his table, stretching on the floor.

[Aimi Kaguya]

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Aimi took a good look around his kitchen, and found it... cleaner than when he had left. Apparently Vincent had tidied up while he was gone. He didn't mind so much, it just meant he'd have to re-find things when he got home. He wasn't really looking around for that though. He was just trying to see if being such a distance away changed things at all for him as far as a view went. He was pleasantly surprised to find that no, it didn't. He still saw perfectly fine as if he were actually physically standing there at home, even though he wasn't. “How do you feel?”

”Fine, I suppose.” Aimi replied, making his projection sit down across from Vincent, apparently another thing he could do. ”This has likely taken a hefty tole on my chakra though, using it three times in quick succession like that.”

“You'll be fine,” Vincent said, shrugging after settling back down. “You're going to be stiff as hell, but you'll be fine. Not like there was anything happening then and there anyways.”

”Well I mean, actually, yes, there was. Were you not paying attention?”

“Don't change the subject. Tell me about this new sensei you found!” Vincent demanded, slapping his hand down on the table for emphasis.

”Oh my god that is exactly changing the subject!” Aimi protested, followed by the swift biting words of Vincent telling him, “Remember what I told you Aimi! You can still hear and sense what's going on with your body, so you'll know if something's up. Now, tell me about this sensei!”

Aimi paused before saying anything more, partially ignoring Vincent while at the same time checking his claim. If he concentrated, he could hear what was going on outside where he was sat and could even sense the people around him to a degree, even with Vincent yelling in his ear. Something about ignoring him? Aimi wasn't listening. ”Look Vincent, I don't have much to say about it, alright? Whoever she was, she was invisible the entire time. I couldn't see her physical form, just her aura. I recognized that she was a user of Bousen and when I determined that she wasn't a threat to me and saw that she used some sort of technique I didn't know at the time, Slash Dimension, I asked her to teach it to me. That's all that happened.”

Of course that wasn't all that happened. He left out the part where he'd killed people, fought a golem and met two other people, but that was the gist of it anyways. Flustered as Vincent might have been about it, he wasn't about to go into anymore detail right then and there. Things were sounding like they were heading towards unrest on the road and Aimi feared he might be needed soon. Vincent, though, had lots more questions. “Where did you meet her? Did she give a name? Why was she using the Slash Dimension?” On and on with more questions along those same lines that Aimi just flat out didn't have time for. The road was calling, almost literally.

”Look, I'll explain it all when I get back in a couple of days alright? I really need to get back though, things are sounding like they're getting ugly.” Staning up from the table, Aimi had his projection bow to Vincent respectfully. ”Thank you for teaching me this new jutsu. I'm certain it will come in handy later on down the road.” With that said, Aimi made his projection vanish and opened his eyes, looking out at the scene before him. Vincent had been right yet again though, his body felt stiff after all of that stillness. Standing up slowly, his bones practically creaking, Aimi stretched as tall as he could and groaned. ”Alright, what's going on here now?”

[Madame Loki]

Akihiko 

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Aimi 

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Three individuals the two invaders didn't expect had appeared on the scene and honestly, they now had second thoughts. If they had moved faster they would have captured this girl easily, now they were suffering from their own bad habit of making the chase longer than necessary. They didn't want to give up easily however and they maintained themselves for a moment before deciding against staying. In this moment the woman maintained eye contact with Amarante, the two sharing a glare with one another before Amarante's intent to kill was just too over powering. "Let's go." Again it was the woman issuing the orders and the duo departed albeit begrudgingly. Allowing herself to relax after sensing the two were completely gone, Amarante turned to the strangely clad girl after acknowledging the appearance of the Akihiko on the scene. Those words of law could have backfired greatly. The notion that he knew nothing of the hunting party being actual officers of the law or not gave them the option of pretending to be, if not for Amarante's complete acceptance and desire to kill then that's what they would have done.

Around her hand again a storm of raging wind kicked up and Amarante felt a tornado begin to form. The raging wind ran down her arm and up to her elbow. As sharp as an actual blade, these torrents of air were capable of being used as such but right now, it just wasn't enough. Her control of these blades was shaky at best, unreliable. She had to get used to using them. She maintained the wind jutsu as she spoke to the girl, she spoke threateningly with the wind sword on her arm to make her intentions known as she didn't trust this girl despite the weakness she displayed. "Identify yourself. Amarante moved her hand to point the tip of her wind sword at the girls nose in a sign of intimidation but it was risky. If her control of the technique wavered it was possible that she would kill this girl by accident or that the jutsu would drop unexpectedly. She did her best to ensure that this didn't happen though and controlled the level of chakra she expended carefully.

Too much the sword would extend and she would accidentally kill the girl, too little then the sword would simply drop. Balance was the key. The girl spoke. "I am Khofleg, last of the Mongwau Clan. I thank you for saving me but I must ask you rescind your weapon." A troubling little brat, demanding things in her position. Amarante did not remove her weapon and instead maintained it, the raging spiral of wind pointed still at the girls forehead. If Amarante so wanted to, with this blade of wind, she could cleave the girls head clean off and this Khofleg knew it. An inch away from death she was, she didn't like it. Amarante co0uld feel ehr control begin to waver slightly however and so she had the encounter speed up as it were so she could finish her questioning before the jutsu failed. "Why were those two chasing you?" Amarante could make demands as well. Her jutsu raged before the girl, insisting that she answer. In her mind dark thoughts occurred. Amarante couldn't help but visualise herself cutting this girl to shreds. She wanted nothing more than to do just that in this instant.

She could see herself raising her hand high and slicing the girls neck right open. At the whim of her sword, blood would gush and the girl Khofleg would fall. Next her attention would turn to the newcomer, the young boy. She would flicker to him and cut him into pieces as well, starting by cutting off a limb, then another, and another until only a torso with a head remained. In her vision her sword stood strong, it maintained itself with the greatest of ease. Her control allowed her to lengthen the blade to over 5 meters almost. A sword as light as air with such a length, she could cut down many with this blade. Her eyes set upon Aimi, she wanted nothing more than to charge him down and cut him up as well. She knew he could handle a blade, she had seen it but she knew herself to be more proficient with the blade than he was. Her hands would move quickly, but his quicker. Not that it mattered, she would dip her blade beneath his and push the sword of wind up as it met with his own sword, she could so easily see it unfold. He would be defenseless and she would cleave him in two at the waist. It could be so easily completed.

But she never allowed herself to complete it. Never allowed herself to start. This feeling inside her was not her usual self, it was something else. The girl Khofleg answered Amarante. "They desired my power." An honest answer but with an answer like that, it was better to try and lie to Amarante. "Oh, is that so?" Her lips curled into a devious smile. "And just what is this power of yours?" She wanted it. She wanted this power, whatever it was. Power was hers for the taking, it was Amarante's right. The wind blade in her hands steadied itself and Amarante felt her control return to her. The notion of greater strength, it always seemed to level her out.

[Akihiko Yukimura]

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• Mizu Bunshin no Jutsu (Water Clone)



Rank: "C" Rank

Skill: NinJutsu

Effect: ---

Special: "Handseals"

Drawback: ---
Description: Mizu Bunshin no Jutsu is a Ninjutsu technique that utilizes water to create a Bunshin clone. Unlike a normal Bunshin, the Mizu Bunshin has the ability to interact more with the environment due to it having physical substance. This allows the clone to carry out limited attacks on its target. The range of the clone is limited; however, it can not travel very far from the original body. If the Mizu Bunshin is injured, the clone will usually revert back into its natural water state. When first learned the user is capable of having or capable of creating up to Five Clones. Each time learned the user learns this technique the number of Clones is capable of increasing by one. The maximum amount of clones is Ten for the Difficulty Class of D Rank. For each Difficulty Rank Increase the number increases by five of maximum but learning is still one per learned.
Limit: Water Release

Akihiko lost his smile. The one with the fuzzy static shadow in front of him was trying to intimidate him, something Aki didn't like. It hasn't worked, for it didn't scare him, but Aki knew a superior fighter when he saw one. He was not a fool to think that he could take them both on, obviously, but he hated to see innocents hurt for no reason. Threats were shouted, and the two goons left, but Aki didn't feel safer. The woman raised a wind blade to the girl she just 'saved'. The girl revealed she had some hidden power, and this 'Khofleg' was now under the gaze of this woman. Akihiko sighed, for though he thought himself a fool for butting in, he now saw this girl was a bigger fool than he ever could be.

Lying would have been better for her health.

The young genin had noticed the look the blonde woman with the wind blade had shot it. It was filled with killing intent, and now she was acting like the thugs she had just run off. What a twist! Right now, Aki was going to try something, though he didn't know if he could pull it off in time. He began to reshape the chakra he had built up, changing it from it's slowly forming mist-like state to a condensed, liquid-like state. It was a slow process, but he was getting the hang of it. The forest was no stranger to moisture, and so there were a few pockets of it around, like puddles from a recent rain. All the better!

He channeled his chakra into it's water release, and began to have it flow through his body and out into the ground, slithering towards the closest puddle. The chakra mingled with the water, imitating it to the best of his ability. The process was taking longer than he wanted to admit, for he had always used Mist, not Water. That being said, once his chakra was condensed to near perfection for the Water Release, he lowered his hands and looked to the three in front of him.

This will probably not end well for me, he thought.

His concentration was broken when he heard something behind him, and looked to catch a glimpse of a small furry animal rushing through the foliage. His chakra slowed, was beginning to return to it's base nature, and so he doubled his efforts to return it to the Water state, allowing it to flow, swirl, and rush through him like a river. His chakra would continue to imitate the puddle to his side, infuse with it, so that hopefully he could begin to form the shapes needed.

His gaze returned to the three people in front of him. They seemed to have their own focus at the moment, but not for long. He was a nuisance to them, and soon they would probably turn on him. It was this reason why the genin was attempting to learn this technique from under their noses, before he really needed it. That being said, he was growing a bit desperate, struggling to not rush and undo all of his hard work so far. 

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Sorry, this post is a little short as I don't want to go too far into this jutsu learning in a single post.

[Aimi Kaguya]

Learning:

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Name: Gōsuto-kō Odoroki (Ghost-light Surprise)
Rank: C
Skill: Ninjutsu
Effect: Creates a stationary ball of dull flame that, when approached by anyone but the user, rapidly heats up and expands.
Special: Handseals
Drawback: ---
Description: The User makes the handseals and creates a small ball of flame in the air in front of them. The flame doesn't give off much heat at all and is not as hot as other fire, being exactly normal body temperature. The flame is stationary and floats in the air a couple of feet off of the ground, bouncing in place, appearing harmless. When someone other than the user, or something with higher than normal body temperature, comes within a foot of the ball it rapidly heats up and expands outwards for two meters, burning whatever is caught within it.
Limit: Fire release. Must know Gōsuto Hikari (Ghost-light).

As the two goons left, Aimi walked forward with his arms behind his head. He still felt pretty stiff after using the astral projection, but it did feel good to have learned something new an useful. Walking past the genin, Aimi eyed him carefully, looking him in the eye not in a threatening way but in a questioning one, asking why without words he was still there. Walking past him, he made his way over to Amarante and the girl that was left behind... who now looked like they were Amarante's hostage instead of whoever those other to were.

"Coming off a little strong there, Ms. Police Woman," Aimi said to Amarante, holding his arm out in front of her and shooting her a look. She had just saved her after all, no need to be so aggressive - especially since their little survivor was being cooperative. "Try to get some info out of her without killing her, eh?" he suggested, removing his arm from in front of Amarante and stepping around the girl. The roads were clear enough for now, and the two goons ha gone off without much of a fight but Aimi wasn't about to trust that. Just in case, he wanted to set up a bit of a perimeter and he knew just the jutsu for the job.

Stopping some three meters away from Amarante and the girl, Aimi formed a small string of handseals. Taking in a breath, Aimi spat out a ghostly ball of fire. Like almost all of his ghost-light jutsu, it hung in the air just a couple of feet off of the ground and bounced in place, giving off it's dull light and all around looking unassuming. Aimi knew without even testing it that it was a cool flame; he could safely touch it and it wouldn't burn him in the slightest. In most every way, this ghostly blue flame was very unassuming.

That was, perhaps, why this variation of his ghost-light was as dangerous as it was. Like a few other of his ghostly flames, this one harbored danger within. While it might have looked like an ordinary Ghost-light, if approached by anyone but him it would rapidly heat up and expand, engulfing anyone who came close. It was dangerous this way because of it's otherwise complete similarity with Ghost-light, there was no way to tell the difference between the two. Aimi thought about these things while he proceeded to make four more of them, each separated about two meters apart from each other so as to make a blockade along the road in the direction that the two goons had gone off in. If they came back, they'd have to get around his unassuming ghost-lights somehow.

Walking away from the first line of flames, Aimi again walked past Amarante and the girl and pointed at them idly as he passed, saying, "Don't go near my ghost-lights," as a fair warning. He headed down to the opposite end of the road now. Passing by the other boy who was there, Aimi pointed at him too and said simply, "Go near my ghost-lights and die," as if it was just a casual remark and not a threat on his life, which it was in a way. Wouldn't be his fault if they didn't listen to him and went to his flames anyways after all.

Once he was about 3 meters away from the kid, roughly the same place he'd been conversing with Vincent when learning to project his image anywhere in the world, Aimi folded his hands again and breathed out another ball of flame, followed by 4 more all spread at 2 meter increments. While he was doing this, he thought of what had made him develop this jutsu in the first place. Anyone who could take any decent amount of time and study his jutsu would figure out fairly quickly that they were very deceptive by nature. So, naturally, he'd wanted to take that deception as far as possible which is where he'd gotten the idea for Ghost-light Surprise from. What would be more surprising, after all, than being lead along by a ghost-light around a corner, only to approach a completely different one without realizing it and having that one expand and burn you? Quite the surprise indeed!

Once the 10 ghostly blue balls were placed, Aimi sighed and wiped the corner of his mouth. For the moment, he'd created a nice little barrier of entry for the four of them. They'd be isolated for as long as they stayed within the two ghostly gates he'd made, it'd be his job for the time being the shepherd civilians past his gate safely. Although from the looks o the roads, that probably wouldn't happen any time soon. Satisfied with his perimeter, the blond genin turned back to the two females to see what progress had been made.

[Madame Loki]

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[Akihiko Yukimura]

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Akihiko's chakra had successfully- well, partially- molded to accommodate the water and it's nature. He watched the one expel glowing balls of fire, that seemed to hover and remind him of the fabled Will-o-the-Wisps he heard about from the fairy tales his mother had told him as a child. The shinobi mentioned not to touch them, and he noticed all four of them were stuck inside the perimeter. A bit of ice ran down Akihiko's spine and he smiled a genuine smile. He was not foolish to challenge his words. 

This jutsu was unknown, and while it appeared harmless, he knew that would be a fatal mistake. Never underestimate an enemy's jutsu- even if you have mastered it yourself. In this case, Akihiko didn't even know what this technique was, but he supposed he'd learn soon enough. Returning his focus on to his jutsu, Aki slowly began to perform the handseals he had studied as he traveled. He had never attempted this jutsu before, but he figured memorizing the handseals early would be useful. It appears he had been right. 

This time he let the seals focus and release his chakra into the form he desired. Slowly, the chakra he released formed with the puddle as he performed the seals. His actions were slow, non-threatening (or at least he hoped they appeared that way) so as not to draw the ire of those in front of him. The chakra he focused was trying to pull up and continue to merge with the water. It faltered, spilling back down just as it reached an inch off the ground. Akihiko merely listened to it, and performed the handseals once again. He was trying to make a nearly identical clone of water, but even pulling the water up to form the clone was proving difficult. This time the jutsu merely bubbled and splashed up before falling over. 

That smile never left Akihiko's face. He performed the handseals again, this time remembering the nature of the chakra- water. Allowing the chakra to flow like it's nature dictated, and not forcing it so much as guiding it, he coaxed the water up and begin to take shape. The creation was slow, painfully so, but slowly Akihiko could make out a formless head begin to rise. Akihiko continued to coax the chakra up with the water, and just as it formed his face, it dissipated. Taking a deep breath, he sighed and performed the handseals once more, adding more chakra than before. Moving along it's path, the chakra formed the head and shoulders, even the left arm. The clone now appeared it was trying to pull itself from the puddle like something from a corny horror novel. 

Akihiko was thankful the puddle was in the foliage beside him. He hoped that it would keep those three from seeing it, though he didn't know if that'd be possible. This jutsu was making an awful lot of splashing...

[Celaena Kamyuja]

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Aimi comments were prudent but unnecessary. "My motto is too kill them before they kill you. That way, you stay safe." As a shinobi in this world, this was the correct path to follow. You were always at risk in this world of someone stronger than you coming for your life, attacking before being attacked was the best defense against these people.

Amarante continued to point the sword of wind at the girl Khofleg and it twisted before her. At her whim it remained still, content with its size but the sword was of course slave to Amarante's whim and as such subject to change as per that whim. By her meticulous control Amarante extended the air sword just a small part of an inch. The sword lengthened itself ever so slightly and broke the skin on Khofleg's forehead. She was still acting too intimidate the girl with strength, and for the most part it worked. A small droplet of sweat appeared on the girls brow only to be quickly sucked away by the vortex of chakra enhanced wind. Slowly Amarante pulled the wind sword away from Khofleg and 'released' the girl somewhat. Maintaining the sword by her side Amarante spoke so as to ensure the girl that she was still very much in charge. "And just what is this power of yours?" The wind sword continued too whirl as she spoke, not once weakening in its existence.

The sword was strong, as strong as a real blade. The blood dripping from Khofleg's forehead proved that it could cut but there was still more that she could do to prove that this sword was dangerous. Amarante stepped back toward a tree and rose the wind sword above her head. She wasn't particularly sure that the sword could handle what was going to happen next so she drew upon more chakra and channeled it into the sword. The wind threatened to swell with the addition of more chakra but Amarante didn't want this too occur. She instead forced the sword to remain the same size and instead compacted the energy so that it was compressed into the length of the wind blade. With her sword reinforced she rose it high above herself and in a quick slash she cut into a tree, severing it in two. Her hands moved so fast it was as if she didn't =do a single thing, it was unnoticeable that a cut had been made but rest assured, the tree was severed. She moved again for an additional two cuts into the tree.

Like a knife through butter her cuts were indistinguishable and it would appear as though the tree resisted and the air merely passed over it but Amarante's next action proved that things were much more dangerous than it seemed as she pushed the tree over, the trunk creaking and falling over in an instant revealing that it had been severed into four different chunks. Amarante had no qualms about using this technique upon Khofleg or anyone else for that matter, she just ensured that a threat was made. Holding the wind sword out before her again she insisted that Khofleg answer her question. "I won't repeat myself, what is your power?" The sword of wind raged, the torrents of the tornado beginning to grow louder. Amarante again forced more chakra into it but rather than control it this time she again allowed it to explode, albeit harmlessly. It was a mere show of strength than an act of aggression but an honest one.

Once committed to remaining silent, Khofleg had a change of heart when seeing this. This Police Woman, she was a dangerous one, willing to kill however she had hope for her life. The man wielding fire seemed to be sympathetic to her cause and the younger male seemed to want to resolve this peacefully as well. She shot the latter a look of helplessness, a plea for a savior, before submitting to Amarante's demands. "It appears as though I have no choice but to tell you. I have knowledge of a song that can sway the heart of an ancient dragon who will in return bless myself and those with me with long life and rejuvenate youth. A song passed down through my clan, only I remain with the ability to perform this song." Interesting. To Amarante this was a very interesting power. She wanted it, she wanted the youth and long life. She wanted everything.

[Akihiko Yukimura]

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Akihiko was intrigued now. 

He was a bit of a hypocrite, yes, but when the idea of power gain came up he always thought that power that you could not control was worthless- which is why he didn't like the idea of trying to control this girl for power, besides her possibly being an innocent bystander. However, unlike bloodlines or political power, blessings were universal. And a blessing from a dragon? Well, to say that anyone would not be curious would be a lie. Akihiko once again performed the jutsu, and this time a full fledged clone came to be, rising from the puddle but stayed close to the ground on it's stomach. 

Donning his facade of a cheerful moron, Akihiko waved at the girl as she looked at him pleadingly, before crouching down behind some bushes next to his clone, only for the clone to rise up while he stayed low. It's time to test the range on these things, he thought. Water clones were not suited to reconnaissance, he knew, and couldn't go far from the caster- but he had no idea how far they could go exactly. So, the clone began to walk forward, raising it's hands up to show it meant no harm, and stepped slowly and cautiously towards the two women. 

One step. Two, three, four... The clone continued forward, mirroring his creator's trademark smile. He made it halfway to the two of them before stopping. Akihiko could feel it, the clone's form was showing little to no outward signs of breaking apart, but he could feel his chakra trying to flow away and apart the farther it got from him. Interesting... He wondered how it would be with several clones, but for now decided against it. Rather, right now, he wanted to see just what was going to happen now that he was closer and once again butting in. 

"Now, I'm sure that there is an easy solution to all of this. Kholeg wants to live and be set free. I don't know what you really want," he pointed to Aimi, and then to Amarante "but you seem to be curious about this power the girl has. I'd be lying if I said I was not, either. So, how about as a reward for not only saving your life from those two from earlier, but guaranteeing your safety when we part ways, you show us this blessing of yours?"

Looking to Amarante, he tilted his head and gave a sickly sweet, "Would you please let her go then? I'd hate to see her hurt, if she doesn't deserve it." Being a boy who, if dressed as such, could possibly pass for a girl, he hoped he appeared just cute enough to get the police girl to consider what he was saying. 

He continued to smile the entire time, doing his best to appear nonthreatening. A bit hypocritical, as he had been mentally belittling the wind sword woman before for her apparent desire to harass this girl, but there was something that Akihiko observed beyond just the laws that govern the provinces. 

His promise to gain the power to protect his Village and the people in it, and to eradicate criminals that would abuse them. 

Now, he didn't know for sure if Khofleg was a criminal, or if these other two were, but the wind sword woman- though hostile in her gazes- was apparently a police woman, albeit a scary one. He didn't trust anyone here as far as he could throw them, but he was involved now. So, he supposed it would be best to continue to be a thorn in their side until he saw this dragon and it's blessing- and ensure everyone walked away without a missing limb. 

At least, one he didn't cut off.

Maybe if he got her to willingly show them, then they could part ways without too many issues. With this police woman already putting on a strong 'bad cop' face, he supposed his pathetic attempt at 'good cop' might bear fruit. It was worth a shot, at least.

[Aimi Kaguya]

Learning:

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Name: Gōsuto Hikari: Fokkusufaiyā (Ghost-light: Foxfire)
Rank: C
Skill: Ninjutsu
Effect: The user leaves behind a “sticky flame” that can act as a guiding light or leave a message for someone.
Special: Handseals. Consumes a D ranks worth of chakra per use.
Drawback: ---
Description: The user makes the handseals and gathers chakra in their hand, igniting it in a cool, dull flame that lines the palms of their hand. The user can then wipe their hand across a surface, such as stone, wood, or the earth, and leave a smear of fire that burns continuously with the users' chakra acting as an adhesive on the surface. The user could also write messages or draw pictures even – any form of written communication is possible. These flames are cool to the touch, being exactly normal body temperature. The chakra imbued in the flames lasts for up to twenty four hours before burning away completely and the flame fading. Those who look at the flame aside from the caster must make a successful Will Save of 10 + (2 per class level + Impeccable Will) or be Fascinated for 1d2 rounds. If the user knows O Ni Bi (Will-o-the Wisp) then this jutsu gives off a brighter, more appealing light that draws people closer to it as well as being able to shine through genjutsu induced darkness (If the user knows the D ranked version of O Ni Bi (Will-o-the Wisp)) but not genjutsu induced blindness.
Limit: Fire relase. Must know Gōsuto Hikari: Tonberi Noroi (Ghost-light: Tonberry Curse).

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Aimi scoffed at what the girl claimed. No doubt she was from some dying clan who had a secret whatchya ma call it, who wasn't really in this hostile, shinboi ridden world? But a dragon? Rejuvenating youth? He didn't believe a word of it. "Nah, I'm calling bullshit," Aimi said, making his view on the girl and her story very clear. "Everyone knows that dragons don't exist."

He got no further before the new kid, possibly a civilian for all he was aware, stepped forward and spoke. Aimi had honestly forgotten that he was there in the first place after now telling him to leave for his own safety and warning him not to go near his ghost-lights. He should have been long gone down the road by now! Didn't he recognize that he and Amarante were shinobi - or at least dangerous? That this entire situation was dangerous? They were either kinda dumb or just willfully ignoring his good advice. Not to mention he was speaking for him now! "Yeah, don't talk for me," he said, turning towards him. "I don't buy this dragon BS and I'm sure as hell not interested in it. Are you still here?"

At this point, there really weren't any words for how annoyed Aimi was getting at this situation as a whole. He'd just been trying to have a bit of fun before having a nap on his way home, and then Amarante showed up and shit went down with a couple of bandits or something after some girl who apparently sang to dragons and now there was this other kid with a sword there, trying to defuse the situation or something? Not that it needed to be anyways. At this point, Aimi knew that this was just going to get worse one way or another, and damn it he just wanted to have a nap!

Sighing, he turned his back on the three of them and brought his hands up to form a small set of seals. Channeling chakra into his right hand, he used it to ignite the air on his palm with the same dull ghost fire that he used to make their perimeter. If things weren't going to just difuse on their own and things were just going to keep annoying him, he was going to at least have some fun fucking with a few total strangers and one not so total stranger. Turning back around, he brought his arm up and clapped it on the kid with a swords' back, wiping his hand up and down over his clothing and sword, of course unaware that it wasn't actually him because he hadn't been paying attention, he scoffed very loudly and very rudely, "Welp, I'ma go check on something while you guys eat your hearts out interrogating a little girl about her dragon fantasies of eternal youth and sunshine. Have fun you two!"

Walking away then back towards his first line of ghost-lights, he smiled deviously to himself at his harmless little prank. He'd left that kid's back a fucking mess of fire! It wasn't hot or anything, hell he probably wouldn't even notice it unless he turned around and looked over his shoulder, in which case he might just freak out which would have been totally cool in the genins' eyes! It was ultimately just harmless fire that was sticking to him via his chakra. It'd stay there for a while, slowly burning and eventually fade, but it was more than a little fun to imagine his face as he saw himself on fire!

Stepping past his own jutsu safely, something that only he could do and hopped that the others remembered his warning about his damn fire, he thought it'd be even funnier if he continued to mess with them all by pretending that this particular strain of fire just didn't exist at all! Oh, how fun! Bending at the knees, Aimi sat on his haunches and reached down with his hand, chuckling to himself as he wrote various obscenities and drew little pictures to pass the time while they were doing their interrogation thing. He specifically wrote out in large, easy to read letters "Amarante smells... good.", in hopes it would maybe get her attention and entice her to walk over towards the message to read it, which would in turn trigger a reaction from his ghost-lights and give him a proper reason to throw a hissy fit for her dragging him into this! First Loki, now her! What was it with these people and their dragging their shit with them wherever they went!?

Then again, it might be better if she didn't notice... or was perhaps captivated by the fire on the boys' back instead. Maybe both she and the dragon girl would be captivated by it, and for a few moments he could laugh himself silly as they gawked at him like a couple of goofs! His face would be priceless as well! Thinking about all of the shennanigans he could cause with this harmless little ninjutsu was actually improving his mood! So long as he kept drawing crude dick pictures in the road and imagining the stern talking him he might get upon Amarante seeing them, followed of course by a yelp of surprise and a jump backwards as she stepped forward, kept him going.

Yes, Foxfire was ultimately a pretty harmless jutsu by itself. Even with it's strange ability to entice people over to look at it, it really didn't do much. But put into the proper hands of a prankster, or even someone very annoyed like himself, even the base version of Foxfire could be a dangerous tool that controlled what people did in a situation. In this one in particular, he was just trying to set up a few harmless pranks. But should they be used properly, out of sight and silently, Aimi knew full well that this seemingly harmless ninjutsu could be used for devastating effect. So he kept on writing out little messages of love and hate on the road and drawing crude stick figures of his company to pass the time while they yakked on and on about something he didn't believe in. He was in his own world for the time being.

[Madame Loki]

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[Akihiko Yukimura]

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Armor of lightning

Rank: C
Skill: Ninjutsu
Effect: The user becomes charged with electrons, shocking those that come in contact with him or her.
Special: Snake, Horse, Dragon
Drawback: This jutsu will no matter what last for 5 posts, it cannot be dispelled, for it is self sustaining and after its performed, no more chakra is put into it. It does not discriminate between friend or foe, this means if you are injured a medical ninja will not be able to help you without getting shocked. This also makes the user glow with electricity giving away stealth. If a water based jutsu comes in contact with the user, then the armour of lightning jutsu will backfire, and the water AS WELL AS the lightning will hit the user.
Description: After performing the handsign, a few random sparks and shocks of electricity, usually yellow or bright blue will begin to emit from the user. Any things that comes in contact or very close to contact (a few inches from touching) the user will receive a shock. This may not stop the person from making contact with you, but will definitely slow them down a bit, or even leave a slight paralysis on wherever was touched.
Limit: Lightning Release

With a sigh, Akihiko's clone took a step back. He began to wonder if maybe he should suggest a new place to go, or if they should all go their own ways. Either way, he didn't want the situation to devolve. Not just yet. He was still curious, despite not wishing harm on anyone just yet. His clone placed a hand on it's chin in contemplation, before saying, "How about a nice soak in the famous hot springs of this land? That might do all of us some good."

The clone looked to everyone involved and said, "There is an inn not too far from here, and it's known for having a rather relaxing and beautiful hot spring. The baths are divided by gender, and there have been many good reviews of this place. I'll even pay for rooms for all of us! We'll get some food, a nice soak, and some sleep- all of us will be good as new, and can decide what to do afterwards."

Honestly, Aki didn't see himself getting a lot of sleep or relaxation should they accept his offer. In fact, he didn't expect them to. What he wanted was to try to make sure Khofleg was not beaten within an inch of her life to take the police woman to a 'dragon'. The other one here was still a mystery to him, though it was obvious he didn't seem to like Aki. Even if they said no, at least he tried. He know he was tired and his chakra reserves were being tested at this point. 

Akihiko performed a set of handsigns where he was lying, letting his clone stand before the small group. He began to charge chakra into it's lightning form, spinning it around inside him and causing it to become static. Taking it slow, Akihiko allowed himself to build up some chakra before attempting to focus it anywhere. He felt himself building up a little too quickly, and a spark discharged from his body into a nearby puddle, sapping him of a bit of his strength. He grimaced at that, hoping no one saw him just yet, but knew it was only a matter of time. 

Performing handsigns once again, he hadn't noticed he was one off, using Ram instead of Dragon, and immediately felt his lightning chakra leave his body into the ground and felt his face drop into the dirt in exhaustion. In a last ditch attempt, he had his clone move back to him and crouch down beside him, acting like he just remembered he left something in the bushes where Aki was hiding. When the clone crouched down to get beside the caster, Aki dispelled the clone, causing it to fall into water once again. 

He hoped they hadn't seen too much of that, for he wanted them to not know all of his tricks just yet. 

[Akihiko Yukimura]

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Akihiko laid there for about half a minute, feeling drained or close to it. Either way, he made a mental note to NEVER again attempt a jutsu without making sure he was using the proper handsigns. That could have ended up being a lot worse, he knew. Mustering up his energy, he charged up as much chakra he could to replenish what was lost. When he felt he had an adamant amount to perform his technique, he began to have it alter it's nature into lightning. He could feel the chakra become more static, jumping around in his body wildly, and so he did his best to focus it into a singular point in his gut. When it began to gather, he had it spin and gain power, like a fast moving circuit in his body. 

The chakra became more refined inside of him, gathering strength as it did so. It was time to focus his chakra and use the handsigns to perform the jutsu. Slowly, to prevent a repeat of his last mistake, he performed the handsigns required perfectly, and allowing them to focus the chakra and release it. When he was done, he noticed that he hadn't put enough into it, for nothing had happened except a spark forming on his shoulder. That was disappointing...

He performed the handsigns once again and put a bit more chakra into it, and this time his body actually sparked a few more times before pit-tiling out like a dud firework. Now it was getting a bit frustrating. Akihiko charged up a bit more chakra before attempting again, trying to channel his lightning into a tight coil, ready to be released when it was called forth. Akihiko used the handsigns once again, and this time his body recieved a very faint glow as he channeled the lightning from inside to appear on the outside of his body. 

When it appeared, however, he neglected to notice his right foot was touching a bit of water from the puddle that had been his clone. When the jutsu, though very weak and pathetic, went active, it focused on his toes for a moment and shocked his digits mercilessly. He bit his tongue to muffle his yelp of pain as he felt the electricity travel up the muscles of his legs and run along his nerves. Pulling his leg away, he could no longer feel his toes and most of his right foot. Cursing his lack of observation, he felt his chakra fizz out and the jutsu do the same, as it hadn't received enough power from him to be maintained for he duration it required. 

[JiMmIyZ - Hel]

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Her mind drifted for a moment and in an instant she was in a place far far away from the land of hot springs, in a place of war and torment. Here she was naked, cad only in tore rags. She had no weapon with her yet men were charging with swords drawn. As if by nature her hands crept forward with a string of hand signs, unfamiliar to her, and her hand moved as wind drew itself around her. Through the haze of flying blood she recognised this as the sword of wind she had been using, the wind blade technique. With this sword she met the blades of the incoming men and thwarted them with twists and skill, parrying them to the sides and cutting them to pieces but there was still much more to come. More men charged her and she stood strong, yet with collapsing muscles beneath her, and charged them bravely with the power of a tornado on her arm. The blade stretched itself out of her hand, it was so powerful, more-so than she had ever dreamed.

Much more stable in this form than in her previous attempts, it held its self as if it were a true long blade. Previously she had had to use her whole forearm to stablise the technique, yet in this instance she used only the hand. Much more adaptable this way, she was able to use it freely. Another strike of someone to her, she moved with grace to have her blade of wind meet it at the point. The steel clashed with the element and a spark was created. Amatante used the pivot point she created to completely disarm the opponent of his sword and opened him up. Not an instant later her blade was stabbed through the enemies heart and she was moving on to the next opponent as not a drop of blade remained on the pristine sword of wind. It cut so easily, like a knife through warm butter. These men were only fodder, fuel for her blood lust. She almost pitied them, to be set upon a creature such as her.

More soldier before her, she flew at them as if her feet would not dare touch the ground and leapt above them like gravity bent to her whim. By the time she touched ground her sword of air had split each man down the middle, leaving them to collapse outward and peel away from one another. More opponents, more! Her sword cut and shredded, never dulling in the nature that was the wind blade. It continued on this this for what seemed like ages but she was sure was only a few seconds. Her enemies crumbled as her wind sword continued to rage. She held it out before her and she found that it stood strong still, the amount of chakra it took to maintain it was nothing. She could continue this for a long, long time. Another enemy, the final one. It blocked her path, stood before her. Amarante charged it and with her blade she leapt and stabbed only for the sword to make contact and then shatter as if glass. Her mind leapt back to the present and before her stood again the girl Khofleg, the boy defending her, and Aimi was nearby practicing. What was that vision? A warning perhaps?

What ever it was, she was sure of one thing. In that exchange, she died.

[Madame Loki]

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[JiMmIyZ - Hel]

Still Jutsu
Rank: "S"
Skill: Supplementary
Effect: User can perform Jutsus without moving.
Special: ---
Drawback: ---
Description: A Stilled Jutsu can be performed with no Handseals. Jutsus without Handseal components are not affected. Jutsu Handseal/Chakra Increase: 1/2 Rank.
Limit: Must learn from Universal NinJutsu.

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Whilst pondering the events of her sudden illusion Amarante began to question the validity of Aimi's assertion of there being no such thing as dragons. Honestly, she couldn't accept it. She had the blood of dragons flowing through her, or at least that's what her clan had always lead her to believe. "I say they do." Her assertion was directed at Aimi for his disbelief. "While I won't go into detail, there is a right of passage within my clan that has us meet with dragons for specialized training. Outside of that, the Hokage of the Leaf Village, Gosei Kazeraikou, possesses a summon scroll of creatures at the very least very similar to dragons. I was with him when he signed the contract." Whether or not these creatures were dragons was a different question all together but they resembled serpents with wings. Close enough to a dragon to be one. Her thoughts returned to her own childhood, age seven, after discovering her heritage.

Flashback training:
Upon being told her blood was that of dragons Amarante had run outside, intent on breathing fire. She began to run around and try and throw up flames but nothing was working. She took deep breaths and blew out as hard as she could but no flames came out. This continued on for quite a while until she found herself rather tired with her efforts and she sat down by the water of her families pond. She began to rattle her brain and think of just what she was doing wrong but nothing came to mind. Dragons were able to breathe fire naturally, so why wasn't she able to do it. More contemplation allowed her to understand that she was not a full dragon, only part dragon. So she had the goods to do it but it would require more than just running around and breathing. Understand, Amarante was only a child at this point. So this made perfect sense to her child mind and of course allowed her to progress.

To contemplate this she did what she had been read to about and she began to meditate. She didn't know what that entailed exactly but she closed her eyes and began to think deeply about her predicament. She had the goods, whatever that meant, so there was a part of her physically inside her that would allow her to breathe the smoke and flames she craved, so where was it? She looked inside herself, trying to find the thing that she needed in order to breathe fire. It took a long time but after a while of searching something inside her began to swell. She felt energy building within herself and it was as if her body became warm as heat was created in her. This was an unnatural heat, or so she thought at the time. It began to center itself in her stomach, swirling around for some reason. She didn't know what this energy was and so she merely assumed it to be fire and so she began to use this energy and spat it out of her mouth as if throwing it up...