The heavenly gate of thunder

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Niou–Jinmon no Raiton (Summoning: Heavenly Deva Gate of Thunder)

Rank: S

Skill: Raiton Ninjutsu/Kinjutsu

Effect: Summons a legendary gate that allows the temporary passage of various entities affiliated purely with the thunder release to aid the user in battle, similar to the Fuuton technique, ‘Kuchiyose: Kirikiri no Mai’.

Special: ‘Handseals’ – Bite the finger, then slam hands onto ground together.

Drawback: Summons last very briefly. One needs to RP finding the Raiton Shrine hidden somewhere within the Thunder Country. The gate itself can be broken easily by two ‘S’ ranked attacks once summoned. Summoned entities can be attacked as well. Each entity can only be used once per thread, regardless of whether it stayed out for all turns, or it was defeated early. After the initial summon, one has to pay an additional ‘C’ ranked chakra cost per turn of the gate being open. Summon’s base rank reflects power and difficulty, not chakra output.



Description: Children’s stories and legends of grand lore once foretold of a time long ago, before the existence of the currently used structured and militarized hidden ninja village system, when great beasts roamed the earth, and when the earth itself was a smaller place. Lesser men meant lesser evil, but where injustice amongst each other was lacking, the evils of 'the others' would certainly do a wonderful job of replacing it. As such, these men and women were forced to call upon extraordinary entities comprising of the earth’s elements itself to aid them in fighting the good fight. Created during the earth's creation as a byproduct of nature so that it could defend itself should its many different inhabitants or possible invaders prove to be too destructive, these beasts headed the calls of their masters, and without much effort, were successful in bringing peace. When violence, danger and war no longer lingered, these beasts were locked away by the very heroes that wielded them, sealed in a temple meant to honor their courage and their strength. When they passed on, so did their secrets, and for hundreds of years, the great beasts slept.



Common knowledge regards these beasts as nothing more than fairy tales. However, a few elite shinobi that prove their worth and talent in the Raiton arts are chosen by a hidden sect created to honor and guard the temple to learn these very techniques, as the turbulent times require those only of the purest souls to wiled such power in the name of peace. Created eons ago, few know of this, and as such, it’s meant to be wielded only in the most dire of situations…



The Deva Gate itself is grand in nature. Spanning of two solid, fifty meter rectangular doors, these adamantium slabs descend from the heavens after their master summons them, closed in nature as they rapidly propel themselves downwards under a hail of dark skies and thunder. It suddenly halts midair, remaining closed as the occasional spark runs through its. After one turn passes of the gate being summoned, it finally opens, both doors sliding open on their own accord. A black void is briefly revealed inside, and in a millisecond, a bright flash of light shoots everywhere briefly, blinding everyone but the user. After that, the being shoots forth from the open gates, manifesting itself uniquely in order to aid the user in battle. The gate itself remained open and floating in the sky for as long as the being is out. A thirty meter ‘safe zone’ exists in the form of an invisible globe of fast moving thunder covering the gates, where anything that that enters that area is immediately struck by thunder and is left shocked and paralyzed. Solid attacks can be deterred and slowed down, but flowing type attacks are barely stopped. These beings are susceptible to damage, as is the gate itself, but their hides are nonetheless sturdy. Definitely a battle ender.

Limit: Must have Raiton release and have mastered it. Must specialize in ninjutsu.


The north east of the land of lightning unlike the south of the planes of thunder below were largely unexplored. Stepped in mystery and ancient traditions few ever dared make the venture out into the land of thunder. It is a beautiful environment surrounded and littered with dangerous animal both natural and supernatural. The northeast formed from a group of older states sits along the ocean and has a shared coast with its neighboring countries. Yet it is one of the least explored area's in all of the ninja world. Dominating the northern border of this region is the largest mountain range in the ninja world.

known also as the third poll the mountain ranges are another place where winds screaming at speeds of over 280 kilometers and hour ravage the snow covered caps of the high mountain-ed region. Weathering causes massive rock slides that can send entire walls of snow covered rocks to come falling down at a moments notice. The animals that live on these peaks were accustomed to the life style of the mountain. Giant goats that lived on the rock wall jump from rock to rock looking for toughs of grass and lichen that collected on the rock wall. Shiki looked up at the sheer faces of the rock wall with his doka in his hand. He was keeping his fingers from getting bit by the cold as he wrapped his cold weather cloak around his body.

For humans reaching the peaks of these mountains was the achievement of a life time. But some animals regularly cross these summits. Looking over head there were a flock of geese that squeaked by. Shiki grabbed his climbing pick and started the long decent up the side of the egress that allowed him to start his way up the side of the mountain ranges. Shiki moved for a short while trudging along through the snow covered tips until he worked along the mountain pass way. Looking to his right Shiki could see down into the valley of the alpine slopes. Down in that valley there were all manner of creatures. Giant black bears that own the land were the superiors predictors in the valley.

Though most of the bears tend to find their home in the forest there was no such thing as an opportunistic lacking bear. These bears were acclimatized by the region. Shiki had his mind pulled from his thoughts as there was another strong gust of icy wind that bit his face as he continued to hike up the rock wall. Back a ling time ago there was a race in Kumogakure to reach the top of the peak of these ranges. Simply known as thunders tooth there was a mystery that was accustomed to ninjas growing up in the land of thunder to reach the top of the peak.


This all started 36 years ago. It was a romantic quest for all for man to climb thunders tooth. The peak of the mountain range was undisputed as the tallest point in the world. The peak reached all the way up to 29.000 feet. It was a journey into the unknown and no one even knew if it was possible. Shiki just kept moving one foot in front of the other. It was a matter of a challenge. To over come his fear and hopefully reach the top. Trudging through the snow he looked up and saw the massive stone tooth striking out from the mountain range. The journey just to reach the mountain was over. It was time to set up camp and start looking at how to properly climb this thing. 

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Shiki had to do a lot of research about this mountain before he could even imagine trying to climb the mountain. Shiki spent a lot of time in the village asking around for people who had attempted the climb before him and failed to see how to most easily make it to the summit. Shiki ran into a man named Edward Hunt who was an avid climber who was convinced to climb to the top of the mountain. Planning a long trek from an area known as "Gods Respite" they would strike out together and pass over a long series of craigs and valleys as they started to make their way some 600 kilometers for a series of weeks before restocking on supplies at the base of the mountain. 

There was a huge pressure on John Hunt to get this exploration to succeed. There was so much equipment that they needed that John was more then happy to provide. There was more then 18 days of trekking as they moved along several rocky crags. After a few days of getting to know one each other they stopped off at a temple monastery located deep in the mountains. These monks that lived in the monastery had devoted themselves to the worship of the mountains and living in harmony with nature. They were quick to offer food and supplies to the weary travelers and the two of them were quick to offer payment in return for local maps that would head them back in a proper direction to the mountain.

The monks were quick to point out a small graveyard located on a rocky alcove. It was a series of stacked stones over a dark volcanic ground. The monks were quick to inform that these were all the graves of climbers that had not made it back from the mountain. Whether because they reached the top of the mountain and merged with god or that they had failed the mountains task and were subsequently killed by their failure. Shiki and John continued up the pathway heading towards the mountain range.  They would have to press through a location known as the ice fall. This was where they made their camp for the night. 

The icefall was a giant glacier that was making its way down the mountain. This was concerning of course because the icefall was over 2900 ft high. The glacier was traveling and the altitude was already at 20,000 feet. The ice would give and collapse. If a sheet of ice came down it could carry the weight of several thousand pounds at any moment. If you were in the way as the ice came down you would be done. There was no indication of when the ice would give way and the icy cold of the snow and ice would bite at their toes and fingers trying to take those ligaments from them. Shiki could run his chakra through him and John for warmth. 

But the process soon proved to be dangerous as well. Having to much heat in his hands and feet would cause their hand grips to fall apart and melt. They days began to melt by like the ice between his fingers. 11-12 day passed under this very casual climbing experience but finally they had passed the glacier and moved up along the cold grey stone of the mountain again. The icefall was really chaotic but yet they forced their way along the stone wall once more. Getting ready for the next leg of their adventure Shiki flexed his hands and could feel his fingers growing numb. It was time to set up the next days base camp.

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Passing the sharks tooth on their right Shiki paused as looked around just to take in the view around him. There all around him was the beautiful land of the entirety of the land of the thunder. Shiki's appreciation would be put on ice as he passed the lip of the icewall. There was a huge crevice that the two of them would need to cover and cross to make it off the edge of the ice. Shiki was a ninja and could very easily just shunshin across the gap but John was just a simple climber who was going to climb over the gap. Shiki realized he had a solution using his bloodlimit he controlled the aluminum climbing latter and set it across the gap. 

John stepped over the ladder and Shiki jumped over and simply put the ladder back into the supply satchels. There were several bags that Shiki was using. But like most survivalist his equipment was shared and spread across all the bags so that in the instance where one bag was lost there would be no waste of equipment or a total lack of one specific supply. Obviously thinking about it rationally someone losing all their food would be an issue. So he made sure that all his equipment was structured together he packed his rucksack accordingly. They would absolutely need to to ration themselves if they were going to make it to the top.

Reaching the top of the crevice they decided to keep pressing onwards. 5 more days passed as they traveled and exerted so much energy to only increase just a little bit further along getting along the mountain range. They were getting ready to set up camp 4. There were going to have to continue traveling along. They were passing off more and more time as they moved facing down not only their physical fatigue but their mental fatigue. Shiki pushed on viewing each step as not only a step in the literal step towards progress but as a testament to his endurance and mental fortitude as he continued up the steps. 

Shiki listened to the wind whipping across the camp grounds. Shiki finally heard the voices that everyone spoke of. It was just a faint whisper. It wormed its way through his mind and filled his thoughts with the promise of knowledge. There was something special about the way the words just seemed to flow through his mind. They grabbed his brain and wrapped its gentle fingers across his consciousness and leaned in and whispered to him. Soft whispers and promises of power and knowledge and warmth. Words that told him the only way to reach the top of the mountain was going to moving.

This was known as deaths whisper. For those of climbers that were strong in the in the power of lighting they could hear the whispers coming from deep up in the peak of the of the mountain. Thunder's tooth was notorious for these whispers corrupting the minds of raiten masters and leading them to met their demise trying to uncover the secrets of the mountain. After a short distance Shiki had to stop. The air was getting super thin. Eventually his body would only be able to travel so far before his muscles would stop responding to him. He would have to take in four deep breaths of air just to make a single step. 

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Shiki's travels throughout the North had been stamped by consistency and predictability. Many of the same things had happened on a countless number of occasions in the many years he had been following the same routes, passing by the same settlements and sleeping in the same spots. The varying activity of the kage had forced him to change up his pattern, creating new paths through the snow and never sleeping in the same place twice. He had grown to know the wilderness of Kumo's hinterlands over the years, and grew better each time at adapting to to the hurdles it threw at him. He was a capable Ninja and had spent a lot of time training for just such a challenge.

But something wasn't right. Something just didn't settle in the wake of today's winter morn. The first thing Shiki noticed was Johns unwillingness to trudge forward. Something stopped him, something was amiss, but he resisted no further encouragement to go forward. He trusted Shiki. Another thing was the way the wind blew. Normally, Shiki was treated to the light whips of his hair about his head. It wasn't so much an issue for him as it was for cohorts with longer hair, something that Shiki took pride in with his cropped cut. But the wind today was still. The slightest zephyrs carried ice upon them, chilling him to the bone, but they were so slight, so subtle. There was usually some hypnotic tune to the winds, but today was dead silence.

Shiki matched along with his gear clutched tight in his hands, his ears straining and listening to the open air. There was nothing. No animals trudging about through the snow, no distant birds or hunters drawing back the tight strings of their bows. Not even the sounds of the trees or snow shifting or settling touched his sensitive ears. Something was amiss, but the distance between himself and and thunder's tooth was closing, and it was soon coming time to change from his hiking gear into his huddled padding for warmth. The winds rather still would at least keep Kasian from freezing as he switched from one manner of clothes to another. Truly, the presence of the the strange beasts and animals in this particular territory made it increasingly difficult to move around freely, and he cursed them for it.

Moving his gear into a small, secluded clearing, he stopped in his tracks and carefully, quietly, began to set up his area before ending his travel for the day. "Alright, hopefully those won't take too long," he said below his breath, quickly snapping and unbuckling the straps and fittings holding the armor to his form. He carefully took each piece and secured them in the packs attached to his ruck, shivering as he pulled out the folded padded clothes clothes and began slipping into them. "Damn cold," he whispered to himself, rubbing his hands together after slipping on gloves and grabbing the ruck by its straps and continued on wards. 

Moving up the crest of a another crag Shiki felt the still coldness of the air resting on his cheeks. Shiki felt the cool air still and settled as he looked around. The lack of air in this country side was absolutely destroying Shiki's mental resistances. Not being able to hear anything... no wind no chirping birds no nothing. Shiki could only hear the noise of crunching snow beneath his feet as he walked. The soft patter of cold powdery snow being pressed into a compacted ice form as his spiked hiking boots dug into his into the ground. He paused for a moment and listened to his own labored breathing.

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Shiki kept marching forwards he slowed down as he was running out of breath again. Forcing himself to struggle on as moved through the ice rock. Ever since he had became an adult, he forgot all my memories and the great adventures I have been in in the past. However, one event stuck in my brain that I couldn't forget no matter how hard I tried to. That was the time when I went on a voyage to climb the monster that was lightnings tooth. That voyage was the most adventurous feat that we ever encountered in our lives.
Shiki kept a track in his mind of his personal narrative as he continued

Our voyage to simply get to the off site to climb the tooth lasted five days, the five most horrifying days of our lives. We started on a sunny morning with all our supplies ready to go, but the weather changed the moment we entered the zone near the lightning monk monestery. The bottom half of the mountain was covered in pale granite which was about twenty million years old. John and I took the long way to reach the summit, where we had to travel on dark rocks which are called high-grade gneisses. Due to an extreme storm that occurred on the first night, we had to change our route to reach the summit.

Where we could travel from the north where the mountain is covered in metamorphic rocks. On the second night of our journey, we reached the Ice wall, which is a layer of limestone near the summit. During that night, we came across a deep catastrophe. All our resources including food, clothes, and other items got ran over by an ice boulder. We passed the west ridge, which is known for its unique slope, and reached the summit on the afternoon of the third day.  John, who is very persistent and overconfident, took off his oxygen mask and threw it down the mountain. Being the matured Shinobi that I was knew that this was a huge mistake.

We would need an oxygen mask to reach the bottom of the mountain, I kept mine. Our journey back began that night. We used the Northeast Ridge and then made our way back to the bottom using the North Ridge, which connects the Northeast ridge to the bottom of the Mountain. The mountain of Thunders tooth challenged the typical conservation of resources and waste left by other climbers is what made us reach the bottom of the mountain safely. After successfully reaching the bottom, we were so relieved as if we just escaped hell.


Shiki frowned as he thought about what might be if they had even lost one piece of equipment. If they had lost one simple thing it would make them totally inopperable to complete the remaining legs of the journey. The next time they stopped for camp Shiki looked over his gear once more and made sure that every part of their equipment was properly secured. Soon he would be getting to the moment where they would need to put on the oxygen simply to make it towards the top. Shiki was exhausted and every part of his body was getting deprived as he was becoming hypoxic.  

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Shiki stopped moving and just listened to the stillness around him. There were so many moments in his training where he had always wanted to do was achieve the silence that was in front of him right now. He looked around. John was making a camp. He figured that it would be best not to squander and opportunity like this. He moved out into the snow bank and found a spot where there was nothing in his vision that was not part of nature and the systems of cold and weather around him. Shiki sat down on a rock and began to let his chakra flow through his body. Using his learned chakra technique he coursed the lightning through his body.

He let the lightning numb his body and then with a change in chakra nature he turned the lightning that was surrounding his body into futon chakra. The warm chakra coursed through his skin contained inside of his body raising his core temperature. The snow and ice on him started to melt instantly as Shiki felt the air around him raise in temperature. The snow and ice started to soak his clothes and the wet, cold water touching his skin made him slightly uncomfortable but he went along with continuing to increase the chakra coursing through his body. He felt the numbness start to leave his his fingers.

Shiki crossed his legs on the stone out cropping and sat down. Pressing his legs down he spread his legs as he took his position on the stone and suddenly felt his warmth permeating out of his body. Shiki gasped a little as he let the warmth envelope his body. His nerves came alive under the warmness of the fire inside of him. He was now relaxed and just enjoying the warmth that was covering his body. The wetness of his clothing began to leave him as he relaxed  into the stone underneath him. His clothing began to warm up and get toasty as his damp clothing began to get warmer and warmer. His clothing felt crisp and a fresh steam started to come out of his body. 

Shiki looked around and took in the sights of everything around him. There was a sea of white and grey that filled his eyes all around him. The atmosphere was so thin up here that the sun seemed brighter. The air was so light that the snow seemed to glow under the gaze of the bright white snow. There was a wall of grey stone that struck up towards the sky on the like a dagger trying to sink its teeth into the sky. Shiki leaned back against the stone and turned to look at the all the distance he had covered so far. He had resisted looking for this long just so he could take it all in when he got there. 

Shiki opened his eyes when he looked across the valley below him. It was amazing how much he could see this high off the ground. He could see the amora river running through the land of lightning cutting through the plains and valleys in the country side. He watched the river run all the way along towards the port of Aramis. The sprawling city feels like a metropolis but from this distance it was just a series of grey buildings against a hazy back drop. The mouth of the river opened up and rushed forward to met the sea infront of it. It was a world of colliding waters where the salt and fresh water would rush together and mix into a frothy mix together. 

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Shiki had never seen anything so beautiful in his life. There stretched out for leagues and leagues was an endless amount of water. The waves were crashing down in a frenzy of white water. Bringing the salty smell of brine and the strong sea's air across his face. Shiki had never seen anything like it. Up ahead on the shore was a dock that was bustling with movement. There were all sorts of seedy folk moving along the dock. Some merchants, fishermen and other men and women who made their living on the sea. This particular water way was a passageway from the river running through the village of Athos into the strait of water between the Jikoku-ton Ocean and the Sea of Tydeous.

Shiki smiled as he remembered the wonder of seeing the dock as he was there. Walking along the dock was even more of an adventure. Shiki watched all the unusual sights with gleaming eyes. Large ships with masts as tall as trees. These massive ships were as large as small towers or buildings. There were several smaller ships being pulled into port and smaller vessels ferrying in a large trade galleon that was obviously used for deep sea trade. There were several Ballistic type weapons on the sides of the ships. Functioning like giant crossbow they were used to destroy smaller vessels. This crossbow could also be used to reel in other ships for boarding.

The dock was crowded filled with rope, crates, barrels and other seafare being moved and bustled onto the dock while other goods were being brought on board. There was a official from the city of Aramis walking with two armed guards collecting docking fees and monitoring the exchange of goods. Shiki stepped past two sailors unloading a heavy crate as they bustled past them. Men joked and cheered with one another, their spirits high after seeing land and moving towards the tavern at the end of the dock. Shiki had a lot of good memories in that tavern as he continued to survey the lands around him.

Shiki looked far off into the east from were he was and saw the ninja village of Komogakure below him. It was insane just how high up he was on this mountain. Far off in the distance he was higher then the cloud bank that normally covers the dome of the caldera of kumogakure. From withing thin the caldera Shiki was always used to looking down and seeing the plains of the land of thunder underneath him. But in this situation the he was staring down into the dormant volcano underneath him. He could see the Kazekage's tower and the towers that overlooked Kumogakure from a great distance. 

He could see the eastern part of the caldera where the sun was just starting to kiss the lip of the eastern ridge of Kumogakure. He couldn't see from this point but the sun would be just about to crest over the area that was his family home. Shiki could remember what this particular mountain looked like from his room balcony. He remembered the orange glow of the sun as it cast its warm rays down on his face every morning. Shiki closed his eyes and for a moment he was there back in his room letting the sun fall on his face. He was still in his bed and lying in his warm sheets.

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Shiki nuzzled in the warm sheets of his bed. He was back in his childhood home lying in bed. Any moment now Hondo would come and rap on his bedroom door signifying him that it was time to start waking up and get ready for school. Shiki laid there in bed and just kept listening for the rap. It hadn't come yet so Shiki simply laid there in his bed getting ready to drift back off to sleep. Shiki smiled as he felt the soft linen against his face. He could smell the detergent in the linen and the softness of the fabric softer against his skin. Shiki sighed and took in another deep breath. Any moment now he would have to get up and get ready for another day at the ninja academy. Another long day at the ninja academy.

Shiki frowned as his mind drifted back to the his life in the academy. Shiki remembered the first day of class where he showed up to school as a young 5 year old genin in the academy in Kumogakure. Prior to coming to join the academy Shiki was abandoned as most Kyoudo were. He wandered around the roads in the wilderness until he was eventually picked up by a group of traders moving weapons into the ninja village. These traders were getting ready to drop off a shipment of swords and ninja gadgets that were being created by a weapon designer named Shen Senri who was another kyoudo ninja who just happened to be overseeing his weapon sales. 

Shiki remembered the fear as he saw the wagons approaching. He wasn't sure who these people were but he was starving and hadn't had any water in a long time. Shiki at a young age had to decide if it was worth risking his life with these strangers or if he had to risk death from exposer from lack of substance in the wilderness. Shiki decided he would simply do his best to try and sneak onto the wagon and raid the group for supplies. Crouched in the bushes Shiki waited for the covered wagon to roll out in front of him. Sprinting quickly in the wagons blind spot he jumped onto the wagon and crawled inside. 

In the wagon were all manner of weapons and other ninja tools but Shiki was only after food and water. Finding a canteen he drank as much water as he could until he started to get sick and his thirst was slaked. He started to frantically dig around for something to eat. He wasn't sure what fate would befall him if he got caught. But at this moment he didn't care. Standing around in the covered wagon he began to dig through all sorts of various satchels and chests looking for food. Digging through his pouches he accidentally spilled several 8 pointed shuriken along the floor in a small clanging noise. 

Not paying attention to the plethora of sharp and dangerous objects Shiki continued to rummage through bags until he found what he was searching for inside of a burlap sack. He found a bag of apples. Reaching in and grabbing and apple was so totally engrossed in eating his apple that he wasn't aware of his surroundings. The wagon hit a bump that Sent Shiki falling to the floor on top of a pile of discarded shurikens and kunai knives. The damage wasn't fatal but Shiki landed cutting himself badly along his chin and shoulder. Crying out in pain alerted the wagons guards and the weapons master Shen Senri to Shiki's presence. 

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Falling to floor Shiki screamed out as his life blood began to leak from his body from his body and start to drain from his vital spots in his neck. Shiki was paralyzed with fear as he felt his body grow cold and limp. The last thing Shiki saw while conscious was the emergence of two men into the wagon as the opening of the wagon revealed the bring sunlight in his face. The doors to the wagon opened up as the the bright light from the sun casted on Shiki's face. He felt his body grow cold but the warm sun covered his body and filled his body with a comforting embrace. Shiki felt his vision grow dark as he heard the chattered talking of the men who rushed into the wagon. This was to be the end of his life.

The Senri Family is a very old family in the Land of Thunder. Though not a noble family the Senri's have always served the Land of Thunder dutifully through military service. Growing up in a house hold full of antiques Shiki grew up with an appreciation of his family history and a head full of war stories and exploits. He always dreamed of being a great and powerful warrior one day and fighting the enemies of his lands. Shiki's family traced their linage back to Saitama Senri. A cloud ninja hero who was fabled as one of the original stormborn. The Stormborn were simply shinobi that had mastered the lightning release in such a way there were almost a walking avatar of the lightning element.

The Kyoudo influences couldn't be ignored. The Kyoudo clan is a clan of string-willed individuals. Their society truly doesn’t exist, for their clan follows a strict family custom of abandonment in order to achieve strength. The largest family that most Kyoudo will ever know will be a mother, a father, and one child. If the parents have another child, then the first is abandoned, usually within a Ninja Village, in order to learn the arts of the Shinobi. This is not a mandate, but rather a custom that goes back as far as the clan goes, and few would disregard the custom.
A custom that was ignored for this particular family. 


Shiki's father was a lone wanderer of the Kyoudo clan and while looking to increase his power as a traveling ninja met and fell in love his another Shinobi from the village hidden in the leaves in the land of fire. During a mission Shen, Shiki's father was wounded while collecting intel. Soraka, Shiki's mother found the wounded shinobi unconscious and nursed him back to health. Never before receiving a true act of kindness Shen fell in love with someone not from the Kyoudo clan and started a life with her.
The two of them lived in secret for a long time before people began to grow suspicious. 


Shiki never new his mother, only that she was a ninja from the village hidden in the leaves. Shiki's father never talks about her and has stopped any attempt of conversation about her.
But the fact remains that the two were no longer together. Shiki wasn't sure if his mother was alive or dead. But Shen returned back to Kumogakure and was no longer interested in being a Ninja. Taking off his head band for the last time Shen settled down in the village living among the honored warriors and noblemen in the cloud village.The grizzled ninja was never again to dedicate his body to the land of lightning. 

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Shiki awoke in a hospital room with several stitches in his neck. As he lay in the hospital bed he looked around at all the strange machines and machinery around him. Panicking, Shiki experienced a sensation that all young Kyoudo experience in a moment of stress. The experience of first awakening his blood limit. His body suddenly came alive in a bright fire at the panic of being hooked to all these strange machines. His blood limit activated. He saw all the electronics for what they really are. Heaps of metal that were coursing back and forwards with intermediate amounts of electricity flowing back and forwards coursing through the piles of electronics that were monitoring his system.

The sudden realization of what was going on as well as the sudden appearance of his blood limit made him panic. Without knowing what he was doing he screamed in horror and a wave of lightning based static electricity began to arc out of him frying the electronics. The power surge destroyed all the machinery and shut down the power in that entire wing of the hospital. The nurses and orderlies rushed into the hospital room in panic and discovered a shaken and startled kyoudo with no idea where he was. He was in a state of serious panic as they approached him Shiki had no idea what he was going to do or what to do. He screamed and sent every metal object in the room flying at the nurses. 

Shiki thought about the birth right of his blood limit and the stories of the kyoudo. The Kyoudo clan is a clan of string-willed individuals. Their society truly doesn’t exist, for their clan follows a strict family custom of abandonment in order to achieve strength. The largest family that most Kyoudo will ever know will be a mother, a father, and one child. If the parents have another child, then the first is abandoned, usually within a Ninja Village, in order to learn the arts of the Shinobi. This is not a mandate, but rather a custom that goes back as far as the clan goes, and few would disregard the custom.

The Kyoudo who are abandoned to their fates usually are forced to struggle with a lot of emotional problems, like the feeling of abandonment and the strange birthmarks that set them apart from other shinobi. They will also have to work harder in order to understand their Bloodlimit abilities, for they have no teacher or guide unless they find another Kyoudo and ask them for aid. Because of this, these Kyoudo usually end up being the stronger of the Clan, due to the fact that they had to discover all of their abilities upon their own. Having a Kyoudo child show up abandoned was hardly irregular in Kumogakure. 

In fact many ninja families jump at the chance to adopt the children at a young age because they knew that the powers of the bloodlimit would set them apart as a stronger user of lightning over their normal counter parts. Shiki was actually saved and adopted my another Kyoudo of the same house of Kyoudo that Shiki was. Shen Sinri was a cloud jonin who had spent several years doing a lot of work for the Village. Shen took Shiki in and showed him the way of his bloodlimit and showed him how to control it and suppress it at times of duress to avoid having another incident like that of the hospital 

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Shiki stood at the top of the rocky spire. It was only a few hundred meters away. It was so close that he could almost taste it. Shiki took a deep breath from his air tank that was supplying him with a compressed amount of breathable air. John had long since turned back. Shiki was the only one climbing the mountain now so he had to be very careful. A small mistake or unjury here would mean certain death. There was no questioning that. Shiki took each step with caution as he pushed his feet in between a crack in the rocks. Taking his ice pick her threw his entire force in the pick and swung it into the ice above him. 

Pulling himself up with the ice pick he swung his other ice pick into the ice and pulled himself up through the ice. Using all of his upper body strength he had available he dragged himself up pressing his body against the ice head as he threw his legs up to get a good spot to catch his footing. Digging his toes into the ice he let the steel bits on his legs catch into the ice and pressed into it. Lifting his head up Shiki took several breaths in panic. His extra supply of air was running short. He was barely getting any assistance breathing at this point. Letting the enriched air into his lungs he kept pressing forward he kicked against the ice and pushed into the ice bank. 

Kicking with his legs his body was feeling cold and numb from the altitude and the cold. Shiki was beyond the point of feeling his fingers. He was having trouble catching his breath. No matter how many times he tied to take a deep breath in his muscles still craved the air it needed. His entire body was past the point of numbness. His suffocated brain craved the air. But Shiki knew if he stopped he would not have enough air to make it down from the summit. Shiki kept trudging forward despite the desperate toil that it took on his body. His body was growing unresponsive to his commands. 

His vision was going brown. Along the edges of his vision he was slowly getting tunnel vision and was losing his grip on reality. Colors started to dance across his vision as he worked his way up to the summit of the mountain. He just needed a few more meters to make it to the top of the summit. Swinging the ice pick again she pulled himself up from the ledge and started to lift his legs to pull and kick himself up to the top of the ledge. Swinging the pick axe weakly Shiki barely got his hands into the ice. Holding onto the pick Shiki started to pull a little bit of his chakra into the ice pick letting the lightning/fire chakra melt the picks head into the ice. 

Lifting his dead legs one more Shiki brought his knees to his chest on the form of a mount climber. Letting the steel teeth bite into the snow once ore Shiki brought his other leg to the front of  his chest and lifted his other leg to the same location. Just 10 more meters. Shiki extended his legs Shiki thew the pick axes out and dug them into the ice once more. The lightning began to bite into the ice and his picks once again melted into the ice. Shiki grunted and struggled to catch his breath. How much longer would he need to keep going? How much more energy would he need to get this done?

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Kicking with his legs his body was feeling cold and numb from the altitude and the cold. Shiki was beyond the point of feeling his fingers. He was having trouble catching his breath. No matter how many times he tied to take a deep breath in his muscles still craved the air it needed. His entire body was past the point of numbness. His suffocated brain craved the air. But Shiki knew if he stopped he would not have enough air to make it down from the summit. Shiki kept trudging forward despite the desperate toil that it took on his body. His body was growing unresponsive to his commands.

His vision was beyond going brown. Along the edges of his vision he was slowly getting tunnel vision and was losing his grip on reality. Black lines were sparking on his vision. There wasn't anything he could do about it. Colors started to dance across his vision as he worked his way up to the summit of the mountain. He just needed a few more meters to make it to the top of the summit. Swinging the ice pick again she pulled himself up from the ledge and started to lift his legs to pull and kick himself up to the top of the ledge. Swinging the pick axe weakly Shiki barely got his hands into the ice. Holding onto the pick Shiki started to pull a little bit of his chakra into the ice pick letting the lightning/fire chakra melt the picks head into the ice.

Shiki was almost at the top of the ledge. Just one more push. Shiki threw his pick axe up to the top of the ledge and threw his body upwards. Shiki could hear the whispers of the mountain again. There were so much louder. Struggling to breath Shiki stood up on the highest point of the known world. He looked upwards and there was nothing. Just a flat plateau of stone and ice. He was so high up that the wind was ripping through his clothes and ripping the heat from his body. Was this all that was up here? Was this really just another one of lifes cruel disappointing moments. That after all of this. All the hardwork and effort he was at the top of thunders tooth. But what did that translate too?

Shiki was still on his knees. His air tank was out. He removed the mask from his face and sat it down. He was perhaps the first person to ever make it up to this point of the world. He was going to die up here. He knew that much. He was out of air and there was at least 4 days of time he would need to descend into with no air. That was beyond his ability at this point. Shiki took in the cold thing air from the top of thunders tooth. He stood up and looked around all around the country around him. He was standing what must have been what heaven looked like. Panting his vision was starting to comeback into focus as he filled his lungs with as much as he could. 

Shiki looked around and he heard the whispers once more. They were still calling him forwards. But to where? there was nothing else here. Shiki stood in the middle of the of the mountain and he heard the whispers getting stronger and stronger as he approached. There was a call to be released from their container. The whispers were trapped withing the mountain. Shiki took a deep breath and readied a massive amount of Chakra. He knew what he needed to do. He needed to dig into the mountain. Shiki gathered a large amount of chakra. Almost all that he had left inside of his body as he readied the hand seals he needed to summon forwards the legend hydra. Shiki looked torwards the ground and tried to decided where to start.

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Post 13 (insurance post.)

Shiki looked straight down and cast the jutsu. There was tremendous explosion of lightning as the lightning dragon slammed its 6 headed body into the stone roof of the mountain. The dragon seemed to be acting of a hire power as it started to slam and rip its way into the stone trying to burrow into the mountain top. Large slabs of granite and marble were sent flying away as the hydra continued to do its work. Shiki poured in his extra energy of his unstable conduit letting as much lighting as he could form rip through his body. The extra potent lightning forced itself through his body as it snarled once again. All 6 heads of the lighting hydra were smashing through the mountains top. 

Shiki grimaced as the lightning took a toll on his body. He could not stop here though. He tapped into his extra reserves of chakra using his blood limit to catch any stray bolts of lightning from the hydras to come back into his body and be reused in his body to call forwards the lightning. Shiki let the hydra continue its controlled rampage. Finally the lightning stopped coursing from his body. The whispers were no longer whispers they were voices that were speaking to him clearly. As the dust from the explosive tunneling was completed there in front of him was the object that was calling to him. In front of him was some sort of doorway. Shiki stared at it with wonder. He had found it.

Children’s stories and legends of grand lore once foretold of a time long ago, before the existence of the currently used structured and militarized hidden ninja village system, when great beasts roamed the earth, and when the earth itself was a smaller place. Lesser men meant lesser evil, but where injustice amongst each other was lacking, the evils of 'the others' would certainly do a wonderful job of replacing it. As such, these men and women were forced to call upon extraordinary entities comprising of the earth’s elements itself to aid them in fighting the good fight. Created during the earth's creation as a byproduct of nature so that it could defend itself should its many different inhabitants or possible invaders prove to be too destructive, these beasts headed the calls of their masters, and without much effort, were successful in bringing peace. When violence, danger and war no longer lingered, these beasts were locked away by the very heroes that wielded them, sealed in a temple meant to honor their courage and their strength. When they passed on, so did their secrets, and for hundreds of years, the great beasts slept.


Shiki stepped forwards to the gate. The gate was calling to him. The grand gate was glowing with strange blue runes as he got near it. The voices were telling him to reach out and touch the gate. Shiki mindlessly stepped forwards and reached his hands outwards towards the gate. Shiki felt like he was a piece of metal being magnetized and drawn into the gate. Shiki felt no apprehension or fear as he approached the gate. Shiki set his hand on the weird strange runes on the gate and it did not respond to him. Was he missing something? What did he need to do to interact with the gate. Shiki spoke aloud. "Oh great gate of thunder. What must I do?" 

Shiki suddenly felt a compulsion. He formed a large amount of chakra and turned it into lightning. There was a thunderous explosion of light and a mystical power surged through Shiki of almost sage like quality. Here on this moment he was filled with the knowledge of all those that came before him. The story and myths of the ancient creatures that were trapped and lived inside of the gate called out to him. Shiki saw the gate swing open revealing a deep dark whole into another voidlike expanse. The void called to him and Shiki couldn't resist it. Stepping into the gate the doors closed behind him. Three days passed but there was no concept of time where Shiki was now. 

[Cacophony]

+120, sorry alotta post to read XD took a little longer than normal. Now get back to training