Shadows of the forest

[Necromancer of the West]

Putting other training on hold

Pashaw’s Shadow Puppet
Rank: "B"
Skill: GenJutsu
Effect: With this Jutsu, the user's shadow separates itself from the user, forming itself into a shadowy duplicate of the user, under the user's mental control.
Special: "Handseals"
Drawback: ---
Description: Affects anyone who sees the double. The user is able to perform this technique on themselves. The duration of this technique lasts for 5 minutes per class level. This technique may be disbelieved once interacted with. The shadow puppet moves and acts as the user's desires, requiring the user to maintain concentration upon the image. To all intents and purposes, the shadow puppet resembles the user almost completely, except for seeming a bit darker in complexion, as if it was standing in a shadow. The shadow puppet can move as far away from the user as 120 meters plus 60 meters per class level. The user can see what the shadow puppet sees, and can speak through the image, for as long as they maintain concentration. If the shadow puppet is attacked, a successful hit will destroy the image. If struck, the image disappears instantly and the user's shadow returns, as normal.
Limit: Must know the Shadow Perception.

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The forest was still, wind stagnant. The only sound that was heard was the hoots and buzz of various birds and insects alike. The moon, with her lustrous light was illuminating the dark jungle I was in. It was rather calming, basking in the light, making my pale skin shine in the dark. I was in a small clearing, with no trees hindering the light shinning down upon myself. I say down with my back against the white giant, causing my shadow to be spread out before my eyes. With controlled breathing, I went through familiar handseals that allowed for my chakra to feed into the surrounding shadows. I chuckled to myself as the shadows were ever so greedy when it came for their payment. With each inhale and each exhale, my shadowed form would shrink and grow with each respective breathe.

It was mesmerizing to see the control I had over the shadows. I wanted to go further, I wanted to allow my shadow to live. Another set of handseals were formed, each one molding his energy allowing the shadows to accept his offer once more. The shadows pulsated and withered, dark energy raised ever so slightly. The darkness they were giving off in the moonlight seemed like they wanted to emerge from the ground entirely as a whole, instead of strands. I frowned when I tried to pump more energy to the feeding shadows, only to see nothing happen. Upsetting that I wasted precious chakra, I relinquished the flow of chakra between the shadows and I.

I went through the same handseals but added a two more to it. With each seal being formed, the chakra was molding slightly different. I culled the awaiting shadows as the molded chakra was formed and feed into the darkness after each seal. I concentrated my mind on the whole being of my shadow, urging it to raise from the cold depths it laid. It contorted and withered as a slight bump started to form from the ground. Its hand and arm started to protrude from my very own shadow. With eagerness, I focused too much of my chakra into the hand. I was expecting for the chakra to disperse evenly through the entire form, but my concentration was entranced by the lone arm and hand. This was the fault that caused the arm to turn into wisp-like darkness. I frowned suddenly, which caused the lump to explode into strands and ribbons of darkness.

The experiment failed.

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I huffed slightly, slightly agitated by the sudden failure that was controlling my own shadow. I remained lax and calm. I rushed through the molding of chakra and allowed my chakra to be sucked into the awaiting shadow. Thinking how I allowed too much chakra into the arm, I forced the chakra to disperse evenly through out my own shadow, concentration focusing on the whole being, rather than one part of the shadow. I smirked slightly at the sudden mass of shadows slowly rising from the ground. The mass of darkness was taking on the form of my being, but it was still connected to the ground.

The form had no definite detail, only a silhouette of my very self. I breathed in and out, allowing my self to remain focused and calm, not wanting to over power the clone-like technique. I questioned how I should approach the next step. Should I try to allow the shadow to disconnect from the ground as a separate entity, or should I fine tune the details that would make up my visage. Fine tuning the details seemed like the most logical point. I would need the broad connection that allowed my chakra to flow freely into the being. So, with that in mind, I started from the base of the shadow-like-puppet.

My skin, it was the same complexion as the shining mass in the sky, pale and waxen. I focused my chakra through out the being, imagining the touch and visual aspect of my delicate frame. The first concept of any illusion was attention to detail and visualization. The more realistic the illusion was, the more convincing it would become. The dark mass on the ground started to lighten up a bit, and suddenly, it turned a sick grey in colour. It was a mixture of my pale skin and the simple characteristics all shadows would have. I thought to myself that I would not be able to lighten the tone of its skin any lighter. I frowned at the thought. It would have been nice to use the puppet as information gathering. But unless the people did not know me, they would know that the being was a false creature.

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Looking at the now grey being, I had to focus on the smaller details of the shadow. I started with the feet, allowing the chakra I was feeding it to mold and shape the shadow to my will. The toes of the mass of darkness began to slime down into the delicate frame I am so use to. Nails began to etch into the skin, along with fine hair that touched the pale skin. I wasn't hairy as some other men, but that didn't stop the dark hair that I had to be visible non the less.I knew my legs were not as muscled, but more refined and lithe. The mass of shadows in front of me was a tad bit bulky. With that lone thought, the legs on the puppet began to slim down, as did the rest of the body. The arms, waist, chest, all of it slim down enough to recreate my small structure.

Focusing back on the legs, he molded them to have slight muscle definition that he had, as well as the little hair he had to be slightly visible. It was like creating a waxen mold, creating such beauty. I smirked when the next formation was around my thighs and waist. My thighs were just like my legs, so I willed the shadow to form tight and toned muscles but not thick and bulky. I knew I wasn't the most endowed person, but rather sightly above average, which matched my small frame. I defined that quickly and slimmed down the waist a bit, and allowed my eyes to travel to my slim stomach.

The stomach was already in place, slim, barely any muscle definition, allowing the hip bone to be slightly visible, forming a V, but not by bulging muscles, sadly. My chest was the same as my stomach, tight and small, which was already in place. My collar bone was protruding out, allowing the crevice above my sternum to stick out. Besides my face on the shadow puppet, it was immaculate. The grey mass was a perfect replica of my graceful body, every inch was molded to perfection. I smiled at such beauty and returned my concentration to my face.

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My face was a little round on the shadow, I knew it should be slimmer, more oval in shape. Suddenly, the shadows shifted and allowed the formation of its face to be cut, showing my high cheekbones, sharp chin to accent such regal features. My lips ere thin, and my shadow was showing off a more sadistic smirk than my own. I chuckled at how it mimicked such a trait I am known for. The ears, which were rounded, were not right. My ears were more pointy and elf like in appearance. I willed the chakra to form such fine point and delicate frame of my ears. My nose was also sharp and pointed, which accented the structure of such beauty as my own. I formed my deep eyes, hooded in nature, along with its brows to form and frame such piercing eyes. The eyes were something else though. Instead of the vibrant, piecing amber, they were a dull perceiving orange-yellow.

I smirked once more at the almost complete shadow. The only thing left was to define the hair, which was already happening. Finally, the shadow was complete. I looked over it to see any mistakes, but there was none. Now it was to form the clothes I wore. Starting again from the bottom of the puppet, the shadows warped around its feet and slowly forming the black dress shoes that were ever so dashing on it. The shadows continued to twist and wither as chakra was circulating all around the legs. The smooth, velvet material was being etched with the intricate designs that I had on my clothing. The shirts formation was the same, and easily made. Lastly, the cloak was formed, allowing the shadow to have a mysterious construct to its being. The puppet was now fully complete.

The last step was to allow the body to split from the ground. My smirk turned into a neutral grimace, showing a more focused gaze. The chakra that was swirling all around the mass was slowly becoming more centralized in the puppet. The head was the first to rise. The shadows that were tethered to the head could be seen slowly snapping off and dispersing into the void. Slowly, the shoulders of the puppet was coming up as well, then the arms came loose and grabbed the ground for support. In a quick motion, the shadow itself pushed off the ground, the ribbons of shadow snapping and forming into him.

Finally, the puppet was standing with the same grace and magnificence I always hold. The dull gaze and sadistic smirk stared back into my hypnotic eyes. If anyone would see me, they would not be able to see the difference from such distance.

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Staring at the perfect replica of my being, I wondered what it could do. My concentration wavered for a moment, which caused the puppet to almost wave out of existence back into its position below my feet. But I snapped back into focus, allowing the puppet to remain.  The puppet frowned in my place and crossed his arms like it was disappointed in me. Curious, the shadow was able to mimic any movements I thought of. With a thoughtful of commands, the shadow began to walk around, smirking and 'looking around'.  I wondered what the physical capabilities the shadow puppet could posses. I allowed the puppet to begin to jump. I knew my own capabilities were small, but seeing it in front of me was pitiful. I could barely jump at all!

The puppet also frowned and put his hands on his hips, the same action I would have done if I wasn't sitting down. I closed my eyes in frustration, but was suddenly taken back at the sudden image of seeing myself across the distance. I looked confused and, I had a sneer on my face? It was a different feeling seeing through the shadows eyes. I opened my own eyes and was suddenly forced back to my own view. The implications of being able to see through the eyes of my shadow made me giggle in fascination. I wouldn't have to be physically there to gather information. My next few questions were how far could my shadow be apart from me? How far could I see?

I closed my eyes once more, allowing my new field of vision to be acclimated. I forced the puppet to start to move around, it went into the dense forestry of the jungle. I saw each detail that I would have seen if I was there, the flapping wings of the bird could be seen, but I could not hear. Would I able to hear from the shadows point of view as well? That would be next. I needed to know how far I could control the shadow first. It continued to walk and I was able to see everything around it in silence. It was weird to be deaf. I was suddenly forced back into my own eyes. I opened them and saw that my shadow was in front of me, back into the ground.

'Quite a ways to control the shadow. IT will only get better as I get stronger.' I chuckled to my self at such implication. This would come in handy indeed.

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I frowned that I would have to start over, but it should be easier now that I know how the chakra forms into the shadow and how it raises from the ground. I sped through the required handseals, allowing the greed from the shadows to take their compensation. My shadow quickly formed in the definite detail it once was before. IT quickly formed off the ground and away from me, it seemed to chuckle as it subtly leered at me. I closed my eyes and grinned at such action. I was quickly forced into the vision of the shadow and looked around. I had to see if I could hear from it as well. The shadow went into the jungle once more, but this time, I focused extra energy into the ears. 

Around my original body it became deafening, but around the shadow, I could hear the noises of the night once again. I looked around and saw the familiar birds flap away. Each flap created noise and feathers slowly drifted down. It was amazing that I could see and hear such aspects of nature. I heard something slither behind my shadow's form. It was a snake, quite large as well. It slithered past were I was, as if it did not register my form. It made sense. I tried to feel in the form, but I could not feel anything. I concluded that while the shadow was 'alive' that it did not have a human like presence, such as heat, smell, or anything that didn't revolve around sight or hearing.

I wondered if I could instigate the snake if it could feel the shadows touch. I quickly stalked the snake, realizing that the shadow wasn't making any noise in the natural foliage the jungle produced. I quickly grabbed the thick body of the snake. It was an odd feeling of not being able to feel what was in front of you. But the snake, on instinct, struck the shadows form and caused the shadow to disperse. I gasped as my senses came back to my original body. I opened my eyes to see my shadow right back underneath my prone form. I smirked at such a wonderful display the shadows gave me. A delightful ability to have for the future.

[Skulking Shinzu]

+72 TP. Learned.

[Necromancer of the West]

False Pain
Rank: "C"
Skill: GenJutsu
Effect: The Jutsu creates the sensation of an excruciating headache, internal distress, burning skin, or the like.
Special: "Handseals"
Drawback: ---
Description: A Mind-Affecting Technique. Affects 1 living creature. The user is able to perform this technique at a distance of 30 meters plus 15 meters per class level. The duration of this technique lasts for 5 rounds per class level with a max of 10 rounds. This technique may be disbelieved once interacted with. The Jutsu creates the sensation of an excruciating headache, internal distress, burning skin, or the like. Anyone failing a Will save take 6 Armour Points of nonlethal damage per round (maximum 10 rounds). Furthermore, the target also suffers a -10 penalty on attack damage, and skill checks. The target can attempt to disbelieve as a weaving movement and is entitled to a new Will save. If the target succeeds on the save, the Jutsu ends but the nonlethal damage remains until cured or healed naturally.
Limit: Must know the Phantasm Perception.

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There was an ape-like animal gazing at my sitting form, silently casting judgment. My amber eyes were piercing right back to it. An idea started to from into my head and my lips turned feral. There was an illusion that I had learned when I was young, I haven't used it in quite a while, but I should be able to get it right away, if not sooner. Still sitting, I raised my hands to start performing the required hand seals. The ape-thing became stiff and apprehensive. In my mind I was picturing scarabs slowly entering the animal's skin, eating away the still alive tissue and muscle. When a scarab finished entering , another one would enter elsewhere, slowly eating their way to its brain.

I finished the required molding and sent forth my chakra into the beast. I allowed the chakra to slowly trickle slowly into the system of the ape. It stopped moving its arm and looked at its hand. In the mind of the ape, it felt a small pinch, but nothing drastic. It was an annoyance at best. It continued to slap its furry hands all over its body. I frowned at the sight of the jutsu partially failing. The illusion was to install great pain of my own choosing, at best, all I caused was an annoying itch that cannot be satiated. I figured the intent and visualization is what caused the illusion to not take hold.

While the beast was still trying to scratch the illusion bugs out of its fur, I began to visualize what I wanted with more precision. How many scarabs did I want to be crawling through the insides? i figured four would be plenty. I started with the two bottom legs. Two scarab beetles would slowly bit and break through the tough skin of the beast. There would be no blood that the affected would see. Slowly, through my anatomy training, I pictured the scarabs eating the gastrocnemius muscle, then to the sartorious muscle. The scarabs would end the feast on the legs and pass through the muscles and tissues of the hips into the abdominal cavity.

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The next visualization would be the arms. The incision of the scarabs would be the flexor carpi radialis. Once the were done devouring those muscles, they would quickly ascend to the biceps brachii muscles and with fervor, into the thoracic cavity, where the other three scarabs would meet and hollow out the organs that were there. With greed the beetles showed, they would eat enough to be able to finally get to the brain, where they would finish the bodies delicacies.

With the solid visualization, I projected my vile chakra into the now enraged and charging beast. Right before the beast were to pounce on me, it let out a high pitch shrill as it tried to scratch out the imaginary beetles that were now entering its flesh. The beast quickly descended onto the ground, feeling the beetles make work of its legs. Now it was finally on its back, weakly scratching at its stomach and chest, all in vain to make the suffering stop. The beast now laid limp, from the excruciating pain it must have been, being devoured from the inside out, to only realize it was all in its head.

Another beast, I assumed was the other's mate, growled and howled as it charged my prone form. I cackled madly at the inane attempt to attack such superior being. Instead of something that required more visualization, I did something more simplistic. A raging fire that would envelope the mates entire form. It would be an intense enough heat that it would act as if the flesh was slowly melting off. With that lone thought in mind, my energy rushed into the mind of the ape, and without subtlety, it took hold. In an instant, the beast was on the ground, rolling, crying in anguish next to its mate as it couldn't put out the persistent pain.

[Spectre of the Falls(Kuroki)]

+20 TP Learned

[Necromancer of the West]

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