Mount Hiroshi (Training)

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• Raiton - Ikazuchi no Kiba (Lightning Bolt Fang)
Rank: B Rank
Skill: NinJutsu
Effect: Creates lightning from the sky to come forth and attack an opponent.
Special: "Handseals"
Drawback: ---
Description: Ikazuchi no Kiba is a ninjutsu technique that utilizes the Lightning Element. Reaching up into the sky, the user shoots a plum of electrified chakra-like essence into the clouds, causing a torrent of lightning to come crashing down towards an area of the ground.
Limit: Must have the Lightning Release, User will need to know Zeus's Bolt



Shoko hiked along a narrow dirt path through a sparse woodland terrain, taking in the nostalgic scenery that greeted him as he went on towards his destination. There was something about coming home after a long trip that young Shoko Natamura couldn’t quite put his finger on. Maybe it was the relief of getting back to a more familiar environment, or having noticed that everything seemed a slightly different in its own way. Either way, this made every trip back to Mount Hiroshi a treasured thing for Shoko to enjoy in peace and relaxation.

The relaxation, however, was short-lived seeing as Shoko didn’t exactly make the weekly trip to Mount Hiroshi on the pretence of admiring the view. No, Shoko came to his treasured little foothill mostly, to train vigorously. It seemed such a foolish effort to waste this breezy afternoon and the rays of joy emitting from its sun on stressful physical activity that required him to over-exert himself again and again in order to reach his goal. But such was the life of Shoko Natamura, he was all one for hard-work as long as it benefited him in some way.

The young boy began to whistle, he sang in a delightful tune that he had made up himself on his journey here. Shoko didn’t very much know how to sing, but the tunes he sang required no actually voice... It was just him and nature. Soon later, the cropping of Mount Hiroshi crept into the outlook. It was easily noticeable; just an elevated foothill decorated with old bits of training equipment, a tent and the remnants of a camp that had been extinguished long ago. Shoko smiled as he approached one of his favourite places in the world. He slowly trekked up the hill and stood still for a moment. It’s good to be home, he thought.

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After taking in the view, he immediately went to examine his tent in which he had left exposed to the elements instead of packing it up before he left for his trip. It seemed like it was in pretty bad shape, but Shoko was relieved that he had left the thin closed. One thing was clear though, he wouldn’t be able to sleep in that thing for a while. Shoko decided to find a good place to settle down and rest his legs before he started his training. And what better place was there than the confluence of a small stream that ran into the pond positioned near the base of the foothill.

Shoko rolled down the hill like he would do years ago, when his uncle was still around. It pained him to remember all the good times that they had together but if doing so would bring him closer to his uncle by even an inch, then the boy would roll down a thousand mountains. No matter the cost. Shoko sat on the river bank, he removed his shoes and slowly dipped his toes into the cold water enjoying the wonderful sensation. He could literally do this all day, but he just needed a while to cool down and would soon be getting back to his training session.

Minutes later, Shoko marched up mount Hiroshi feeling refreshed. His legs now felt properly rested and he was ready to pass the time in whatever way he could, preferably training. Then he noticed one of the old training dummies decorated with shurikens. When was the last time he trained with shurikens? He was supposed to be training a new technique, but tossing a few shurikens wouldn’t hurt in the least. Shoko fished around in his pouches for a set of either his Bo or Hira shurikens. He eventually found a set of them and didn’t waste time to take aim at one of the targets.

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The shurikens zipped through the skyline with near-apprehensive velocity. Shoko had to his increased speed and agility owe it to the training that he received at the Senri Lightning Dojo satellite school, he was glad he had a chance it show it off a little. He tossed shuriken after shuriken, each one zipping through the sky. He had eventually stopped when the target seemed too battered to continue use. He had managed to get about a handful of shurikens on-target, with few hitting a bulls-eye but plenty hit the outer rings. He seemed just about satisfied with the result and went on to start learning his new technique.

Shoko pulled his scarf closer together as he put away his shurikens. He came closer to the tent and decided to sit down on the soft grass. He crossed his legs together and took a few deep breaths. A move such as lightning bolt fang would require more than just skill and raw talent. It would require meditation. Motivating one’s body was one thing but motivating one’s mind was another. Meditation was no less than a prerequisite for successfully attempting the most powerful jutsus and Shoko having used it in the past was a definite testament to that.

Clearing his mind was Shoko’s focal point right about then, he did his best to concentrate. But that was proving to be a bit of a problem, each time Shoko turned his mind into a white blank canvas, irrelevant notions would just seep in, making the boy growl in annoyance. He tried again and made sure to forget about everything that could distract him, especially his surroundings. He had eventually gotten to the point of complete mental peace and soon began envisioning what he would like to accomplish that day. He envisioned performing handseals that would regulate the flow of his chakra and give them substantial output.

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Shoko imagined letting electrified chakra shoot up from the tip of his fingers, zipping into the sky and straight into the clouds. He imagined the skies becoming a messy grey swirl of fleecy wool in the sky as they converged upon each other and became one. The BOOM! of thunder that would resonate throughout the whole area, followed by the crackle of thunder that would strike the intended target. The thunderous roar, the flash, the impact, the smoke, the remnants of his target. It was all easier said than done, but Shoko sought out to become master over this jutsu and wouldn’t stop until he did.

Shoko finally opened his eyes after those few minutes of meditation. He had now found the spiritual enlightenment he was looking for and was ready to get this on with. The genin started releasing the chakra from his chakra points. He lavished the faint feeling of energy flowing from his Tenketsu. He then performed a series of handseals earlier stated in the scroll that he read. Shoko quickly rushed over to where the most clouds were gathered and pointed his finger skywards, he released the electricity that disappeared into the clouds.

The once seemingly benevolent wonders of nature had now progressed into an unsightly mixture of dark clouds that seemed to brim with malice and contempt. Shoko pictured where he would want the lightning to strike and his mind wandered over to the pond at the base of the foothill. It seemed to be the most sensible place that the lightning should strike if he wanted to minimize the impact. Shoko waited, and waited, and waited. Nothing happened, even after Shoko waited a full minute.

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The next minute Shoko was busy wracking his brain. What was the problem? he thought. He had close to no theoretical knowledge on how his chakra (A1 Knife sauce) really applied to things like these so without a sensei to teach it to him, things were going to be a thousand times harder. The boy retraced his steps. He was certain that he did everything right up to the point where he shot up the chakra-essence into the sky. Did what he did really make sense? He thought it over. Could one shoot up chakra into the sky, only to make Lightning strike down upon anywhere he chose.

Well yes, anyone could if they were a shinobi. But that wasn’t the point, the logic was deeply messed up, he was obviously missing a step somewhere. Shoko instantly cursed himself for not buying the entire scroll when he had the chance, doing that would’ve totally made his work easier for him. No time for regrets now, Shoko had to think outside the box to get this right.

Shoko’s next two days were spent performing a mixture of botched-up jutsu attempts and cursing in frustration. They had to be a few of the worst days of his life. At least he had time to distract himself with other things; that said, he had time to clean and repair his tent as well as go off to eat at a few restaurants. All the while, Shoko never went back to his house. Shoko lived alone, and the house that was left of him served as the epitome of abysmal loneliness that never ceased to end. He hated staying there and preferred to camp out at Mount Hiroshi whenever the opportunity presented itself.

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However, at this moment Shoko was grinning. He was not grinning because he had reached the brink of his sanity and already jumped off the edge. No. As you might’ve guessed, Shoko solved the seemingly unsolvable puzzle that was learning the Lightning Bolt Fang technique. It was all so simple, Shoko released his built-up energy through his fingertips as he performed the right handseals. A plum of electrified chakra soared through the skies and into the clouds. The usual process continued; they turned volatile with electrical current as they swirled against each other, ready to unleash terawatts of destruction.

But this time, Shoko retrieved a single Bo shuriken that he charged static current from his chakra into. The young genin flung the shuriken into the small lake... Shoko closed his eyes. Seconds later, a thunderous screech echoed throughout the valley as Shoko’s theory proved correct. The harmless lake erupted into a geyser of hot water and vapour as the unrestrained lightning struck it. Shoko flung his arms into the air in joy, he started jumping up and down, running around in circles just to celebrate this very personal victory.

“Y’know what? Screw it! Today’s too hot anyway” Shoko wailed like a happy drunkard. Shoko removed his battle cloak and shoes, standing in only his trousers. Shoko ran towards the edge of the hill with speed, his legs went one after the other in a blur as he attempted to carry-out an unforeseen goal. At last second, the genin flung himself over the edge of the foothill in a high leap.

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Seconds were no longer seconds as time seemed to slow down as Shoko soared through the skies gracefully for a few seconds. With a resounding SPLASH! Shoko plummeted into the lake that was still recovering from. Shoko writhed in pain but made no sound. Upon further examination to what had caused the boy such detriment, it was revealed to be the same shuriken that he had thrown into the pool earlier.

Apart from the shuriken, the lake was the best pool he’d ever entered. Relaxing wafts of vapour floated up from the lake into the sky continuously, as if announcing that this lake was now the first hotspring of Hiroshi Mountain. Shoko laughed, he had single-handedly devised his own hotspring and this day was getting better and better. Shoko would just spend the remainder of this day soaking up all the good vibes and warm-ecstasy that radiated from this lake. He’s done well for the past three days, and this was as good a reward as actually learning the damn jutsu.

Shoko let himself get lost in the surrounding mist, letting it empty out all of his head’s contents and fill them with thoughts of only relaxation and enjoyment. Shoko was going to become a wrinkled mess of skin if things continued like this, he should probably be getting out soon and go but his mind was elsewhere. The Lightning Fang Technique was an utter pain in the ass; he just thanked God that he had the sense to found his way out of that one.

About an hour later, when the distant mountains began to slowly eclipse the sinking sun that was currently painting the sky a reddish orange hue, Shoko finally escaped from the dizzy spell that grasped unto him the moment he entered the “hotspring”. Shoko slowly climbed out, his trousers soaked. Not that he’d particularly care. He’d soon be heading back to town and he could go topless for all he’d care, his reputation was already rock-bottom. Well that would be the conclusion of another memorable experience in Mount Hiroshi, one that Shoko would never forget.

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Raiton - Ikazuchi no Kiba (Lightning Bolt Fang)
Rank: B Rank
Skill: NinJutsu
Effect: Creates lightning from the sky to come forth and attack an opponent.
Special: "Handseals"
Drawback: ---
Description: Ikazuchi no Kiba is a ninjutsu technique that utilizes the Lightning Element. Reaching up into the sky, the user shoots a plum of electrified chakra-like essence into the clouds, causing a torrent of lightning to come crashing down towards an area of the ground.
Limit: Must have the Lightning Release, User will need to know Zeus's Bolt

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Lightning sword
Rank: B
Skill: Ninjutsu
Effect: Creates a sword of 1.2 meters (4 feet) in length made of pure lightning
Special: Ram, Monkey, Bird
Drawback: If the user sustains the sword for over 6 posts, they begin to get numb in their hands. If sustained for over 7, they begin to get numb in their arms, and a slight shock in there fingers. If held for over 10, the users hands will become paralyzed and the sword is dispelled. This jutsu cannot actually cut the opponent or make them bleed, it can only numb or paralyze.
Description: The user performs the handseals, then holds out both of there hands as if holding and invisible sword. The lightning sword will then form right in the users grip. The sword can be used as a normal sword, except for cutting the skin, it will paralyze that area temporarily (1 post) The area around the paralyzed area will become numb
Limit: Lightning release


It was another day, another bit of time spent either, doing missions, training or thinking of what to do to pass the time. In his past, Shoko had always been a “good for nothing trouble-maker”. Shoko was the type that would spend his time trespassing on private property or stealing items of minor value with his friends just for kicks. Now that he was a bit older, two things had changed; the first was that he no longer did all of that stupid stuff, the other was that he had no longer had any friends.

Shoko’s past wasn’t something he’d particularly like to discuss, ever for that matter. So the thought of nostalgia would make him recoil and cringe away in disgust, it was nothing more than a disease for him. But as he cruised around the streets on his Rideback, he found it hard not to recall previous memories that were trying their best to slither their way into his head like some sort of brain parasite.

For the meantime, Shoko would stop at the nearest restaurant to get a bite to eat. The wheels of his Rideback slid to a furious halt and Shoko alighted from the vehicle. In all honesty, Shoko’s driving was still quite terrible and clumsy, but he was doing rather well considering the fact that he had never read the proper manual. But the curses and shouts of indignation were quite easy to ignore when he swerved through the streets, interweaving between obstacles and people-alike at roughly sixty miles per hour.

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Shoko entered the restaurant. 1 minute later he came out. It seemed like the day couldn’t get any worse for him. Shoko climbed unto his Rideback and turned the key in the ignition, leaving himself to suffer in silence on whatever event had occurred inside the restaurant. Shoko pushed the accelerator and started off down one of the many roads, eager to get anywhere but there. Annoyance swelled up like an over-inflated balloon inside Shoko, ready to pop at any second. But instead, the boy would just sigh with frustration and continue his journey.

Seeing as Shoko wasn’t in the mood for a lunch, it could only be guessed that he had mistakenly left his wallet at home and as a result, embarrassed. In fact, judging by the particular road Shoko’s Rideback drifted down, it was apparent that he was once again heading to Mount Hiroshi. The journey was never a long one to begin with but with his two-wheeled vehicle, the time it took to reach there had shortened tremendously. In fact, Shoko barely had time to admire the view as his surroundings were little more than a blur.

Mount Hiroshi’s image was soon before the shinobi and he felt that familiar “spark” that had been devoid of him for more than a week. Mount Hiroshi itself was little more than a small foothill where a miniature training encampment had been set up. Shoko had discovered this special spot more than a year ago, when he was still in the Academy. He’d come a long way since then, and remembered exactly why he had named it Mount Hiroshi.

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The wheels of Shoko’s Rideback once again skidded to a halt, kicking up particles of dirt and sand. Shoko quelled the machine’s hunger for speed with a quick twist of the ignition key and got off from his vehicle. Shoko stretched out his arms as he listened attentively to the whistling of the wind and the swaying of the trees that were affected by them. The melody of the sweet tunes that emanated from the gentle birds that lay perched high into the treetops gave him the grace to clear and focus his mind.

Shoko raced up the hill in quick leaps, Mount Hiroshi was the same as it had been the last time he visited. Wait, Shoko thought to himself. What about... Shoko wandered over to the other side of the hill and gazed down the edge. The memories of Shoko learning the Lightning Fang technique came to him instantly in one big fat wave of nostalgia. He remembered zapping the large pond that he currently gazed at with a huge lightning bolt from the Lightning Fang technique, effectively turning it into a hot-spring for a short period of time.

Even now, the lake seemed to simmer, begging to become a hotspring once again. Shoko smiled. Maybe after he was done training he would give it another go, though he stood vigilant against its unnatural charm. Shoko removed his battle cloak, he didn’t want it to possibly get in the way during his training. The boy unsheathed his short sword and approached a straw training dummy. Shoko would be learning the Lightning Sword, a technique created that uses Raiton in the form of a blade, possibly by chakra-moulding.

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It was a B-rank move, and as such, a move like that couldn’t be any walk in the park and had to be treated with utmost finesse and care. Shoko planned on practising basic sword art, before moving unto the actual thing. Shoko manoeuvred his blade with the skill of a Taijutsu non-specialist, his slices and strokes made mockery of the already-damaged training dummy. Barely a minute later, Shoko sat on the comfy grass, sweating slightly.

Shoko zoned out for a bit, it had been a while since he worked on his sword skills and they were indeed lacking, especially since nothing could be the act of sparring with another rather than oneself. Shoko got back to his feet; he had now gotten a feel of what he would do with the lightning sword. Shoko brought out a scroll from one of his pouches and scanned it. It stated the appropriate handseals as Ram, Monkey and Bird.

Shoko kept the scroll back and closed his eyes, the boy was immediately whisked off to another world as he let his summoned chakra flow within his body. Like an electric circuit, the chakra located his hands and made its way there, only to be met by a closed switch. Perfect, Shoko thought. The boy increased the high vibrating frequencies of his chakra as he performed the required handseals without delay.

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His mind was almost lost on what to do next for a second but he held his remembered and held his two hands out in a basic sword-fighting stance. Shoko’s eyes opened as volatile electricity came crashing out of the gates that were his fingers. Wild and untamed, the dynamic electricity zapped out in fury, producing sparks as it struck grass. Sighing, young Shoko Natamura stopped the flow of chakra to his fingers. He could’ve stomped on the ground in frustration, screamed in anger or spouted curse words that would make a sailor blush, but Shoko simply sighed and sat down in his tent.

Sure, the genin expected more but failure was always something that he got used to, rarely being someone to get something done right on the first try. Not as perfect as I thought, Shoko said aloud to himself. He spent the next few minutes toying with his chakra, making small electrical charges between his fingertips as mind mostly went a buzz with mastering the Lightning Sword.

It was clear to him now that he just needed to let out his Raiton in a more gentle stream as well as mould it like he did with the Zeus’ bolt technique. Shoko went outside in his tent, surprised to find out that night had already crept upon him. It was getting late, but something like that could never truly stop Shoko from training. He immediately got to work, super-charging his pent-up chakra and releasing in it into the tenketsu in his palms after a series of handseals.

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With his mind more focused, the quality of the result was a lot better. Shoko began moulding the strands of electricity he produced into something more, fuelling more and more chakra into it as his veins bulged in his forehead. Muscles tense, Shoko eventually moulded the lightning into a small knife, and then he cut the flow of chakra. Shoko slumped to the ground in mental exhaustion; the jutsu was a surprisingly long and arduous process.

But it was incomplete and various things could still improve, he could still make it into a more long and powerful long sword instead of a feeble knife. He could make it easier to perform as well as faster. As Shoko thought of all of these, he just knew he had to work harder. Again and again, Shoko practised, he performed handseals, released chakra, and each time his blade was getting bigger and bigger.

Shoko had just released another burst of dynamic current, moulding it’s shape to the rhythm of his fingers. Shoko pumped more and more chakra into the jutsu, watching as it slowly increased in size and width. Shoko noticed how much quicker the process was with each time he tried it and the mental strain was a lot less. Summoning most almost half his chakra, Shoko invigorated his hands and released it all into the growing lightning sword.

Moulding it to perfection, Shoko stood amazed at his magnificent creation. A sparking, electric blue rapier the size of a longsword buzzed and fidgeted with the same restrained energy that Shoko fed it. Shoko had the feeling that even some of the most well-known blacksmiths couldn’t craft a blade like this. Shoko felt rejuvenated, ecstatic... even proud. Though it was probably nothing in the eyes of others, this technique had be one of Shoko’s greatest achievements in a life full of mistakes.

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•Lightning Hound
Rank: B-rank
Skill: Ninjutsu
Effect: Creates a large hound out of electricity.
Special: Snake, Dragon, Rabbit, Bull, Dog, Rat, Snake, Dragon(Hold)
Drawback: Must hold the “Dragon” seal for as long as the jutsu is active. Must remain stationary. The hound materialized by this jutsu can only move 10 meters per movement. This jutsu can only be held 3 post, if held for too long then this the user will suffer burns causing elephantine pain to the arm used, and that arm will also become paralized for the remainder of battle. If the electric leash that is attached to the hound is interfered with so it doesn't have contact with the hound anymore, the jutsu is cancelled.
Description: By manipulating lightning chakra into the dominant hand, the user can make the lightning expand to can create the form of a hound to attack his opponent from a distance while still connected to the user’s hand through a bolt of lightning. The user then manipulates the technique to attack the chosen target. This jutsu has a maximum range of 70 meters. The hound only has 3 movements per turn.
Limit: Must have the Lightning Release.


Feeling elated, Shoko marched over towards another straw training dummy. Now let's seee what you're made of. Shoko said to himself. The boy still wore a huge sheepish grin on his face as he got into postion and took a few deep breaths, Shoko swung the sword of lightning, his jaw dropped when the blde went through the training dummy... without cutting it. The lightning sword did cut through it, it electrocuted it instead.

Shoko started laughing, to think that he spent all this time thinking that the lightning sword would actually cut someone was actually quite hilarious. It was common sense, he was the lightning sword technique, not the chidori. It made perfect sense that it could only electrocute and stun his opponents. Still, Shoko wasn't disappointed in the slightest, the fire happiness couldn't be quenched by something so mundane.

Shoko stretched, it had come to be a long and exhausting day and it was only fit for the young genin to retire to his tent, maybe tomorrow he could relax in his hotspring for a while. Shoko yawned, he cut the flow of chakra that he had on the lightning sword, watching the vibrant electricity dissipate into thin air. Shoko walked towards his tent and got inside, throwing himself into his futon. Tonight he would sleep like a baby.

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The thin rays of the sun penetrated , through the last remnants of darkness that still plagued the atmosphere. The sun itself slowly rose upwards from the horizon, spreading a light morning amber through the sky. Those same ultra-violet rays would come to spread their beams of joy into Shoko's tent, whether he wanted them or not. In a few minutes the young genin would wake and he would stumble into his daily routine.

Ten minutes later, Shoko emerged from his tent. The morning sun treated him to a breakfast of fresh vitamin D. Shoko didn't want to go back home, but no one was home so that wasn't a problem for him but if he stayed that would mean he would stay for training. Shoko brought out his scroll once again, he studied it for a while. Greedily sucking up every bit of information it had. Shoko wrapped the scroll back in place and stood to his feet, determination coursing through his veins.

The lightning hound technique was a powerful one. You manipulated chakra to a point where it enlarged to form a rabid beast made of pure lightning, easier said than done. It had to be one of the most complex jutsu Shoko had ever heard, and now he was attempting to learn it. Shoko ighed, learning this move would probably take a couple days but the payday would be huge. Creating a lightning hound would increase his awesomeness tremendously as well as impress quite a few people.

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Right now, Shoko wasn't in the mood for raining in the slightest. Sure he could be a hard-worker but he wasn't a machine, he would start training later but for now, he still wanted to relax. Shoko lay on the grass, staring upwards into the familiar azure blue sky that stared back at him, watching the clouds float endlessly to their unknown destinations. The were benevolent and above all, oblivious to the world around them, Shoko kind of envied their lives. These clouds reminded him of that one time he made the lake into a miniature hot-spring and he wanted to replicate that feeling again.

There was no better way to spend part of the day procrastinating for Shoko, so he made his way over to the lake once again. Shoko spread his arms out, hands towards the sky and fired chakra towards the clouds. A few seconds later, the clouds converged on one another, creating a dark swirling mass of fleecy wool that was abundant with chaotic energies. The lightning struck the lake in a spiral of vapour and electricity. 

Shoko stood back a bit, the blast was quite huge and Shoko wouldn't be surprised if someone saw it from miles away. It looked as if the pond had been utterly devastated by the lightning, but some of the mist cleared and Shoko could see it merely swirled and bubbled as it's temperature was increased tenfold. Shoko was very excited as he slid down the hill and went straight for his "hot-spring"

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Not caring if the moment he jumped in he was shocked by a thousand volts of electricity or scalded by the extreme temperatures, Shoko got lost in the hotspring's elegance. The mist and vapour made it seem as if he was transported into another world. A world where Shoko was nothing more than a cloud, drifting through the light blue sky. In fact, given that shoko was staring that the water as mist and vapour surrounded him, that was exactly how he felt.

Shoko's mind would wander off for a couple minutes as he "became one with the hot-spring". By the time Shoko's eyes peered open again, hours had passed and Shoko was struggling to resist the hot-springs influence. He climbed out of the entrancing hot-spring and slowly backed away from it. He told himself that he wouldn't get carried away in the hot-spring ever again and immediately went back up to Mount Hiroshi.

Shoko instantly got to work on learning the Lighting Hound. Five minutes later, Shoko was manipulating the electrified chakra that radiated from his arm when he noticed that the colour of his lightning had changed. His previously white lightning now had a unfamiliar blue-tinge to it, Shoko didn't know what to say but he knew that the colour of lightning depended on certain atmospheric conditions and decided to say no more on it.

An energetic lightning bolt grew from his hand, enlarging but staying as thin as it could. Shoko recalled from the scroll that the he need to first develop a chain, or a leash as one might call it. It said that the lightning hound's only connection with the user was a leash, and through that, the chakra sent through the leash would regulate it's movements. Thoughts of controlling a savage lightning hound came to shoko's energetic mind and gave him goosebumps. He was now unto the next step.