He that lies on the ground cannot fall (Training)

[Hamura]

Impeccable Will
Rank: "D" (Special, See Description)
Skill: Supplementary
Effect: User has gained mastery over their own will power.
Special: ---
Drawback: (2/6 times learned)
Description: Each time learned the user gains 1 extra point to their save against the opponent's Jutsu. When the user learns this technique the 1st 2 times they train it as a regular "D" Rank Jutsu. When the user learns this technique the 2nd 2 times they train it as a "D" Rank Jutsu +10 Training Points. When the user learns this technique the 3rd 2 times they train it as a "D" Rank Jutsu +20 Training Points. This technique stacks with other Will saves.
Limit: Universal GenJutsu Technique.


_____________(Third Training - 0/20) _____________


The thought of him going to such lengths just to keep his own restraining at bay, to keep people from knowing that he had gone about breaking the rules in order to help someone, only to keep the actual information to himself once the moment came for him to share it, that was what truly frightened him. This was why he had dreams of being left alone in his bed, paralyzed and incapable of even lifting a finger as a black shade stood next to his bed, staring down and judging him while there was nothing he could do about it. It was only shortly after these dreams kept coming back that he realized their metaphorical value, which was going to be a lot harder for some to grasp when they might not understand the reason as to why they'd have trouble sleeping in the first place.

For Hamura, figuring out the reason had not been much of a stretch, making it only a short leap before he came to the conclusion that his dreams were metaphorical in nature, a way for his brain to make it clear to the rest of his being that he could not go on hiding the truth for his own gain. His sleep paralysis was a metaphor for how he was currently standing still, halted in his progress because he was afraid people might figure out what he had done, halted because he was willing to go to such lengths just to keep himself from being thrown into a prison cell. That, and the black figure appearing next to his bed was never a real shade or undead entity to begin with, it was merely a figment of his own imagination, a faceless figure standing over his bed and looking down on him, judging him.

Once this realization hit him, it was no longer a black shade standing next to his bed, but an image of himself that just stood there judging him. It felt strange, even for a dream, to stare into his own eyes and see only disgust. In the nights following up, he was no longer visited by just his own visage, but also by the shapes of Hyousuke and Kaiya, the two Shinobi that had their bodies snatched by the morgue murderer. This was exactly why he had started to meditate on the matter, as it had always helped him when he needed to put things into perspective in order to properly work them out and be all the better for it. Even though it was quite hard to tell at this point, it was actually starting to work, even if only slightly.

As he pondered on the matter, letting everything he knew in regards to the situation flow through his mind freely in an attempt at figuring out a way to make everything alright again, it suddenly came to him. There was no avoiding the fact that Hamura had done something he shouldn't have been all that proud of, seeing as the initial intention had been to keep him from comprising himself and the information he had. But the more he thought about it, the more it seemed like this had been a good thing altogether. Since the chances of this corruption running deep was quite a fair possibility, it made sense that he had kept this information from the assigned task force. As far as he knew, it made sense that this group had been sent down there just to clean up the mess and make things go away, which included making Hamura go away if he knew things he wasn't supposed to.

[Hamura]

(Final Training Post: Part 2)


That, and he did not trust the village Shinobi to be a whole lot more capable than the children he had sparred with during his time in the academy. The only people he knew that might be able to do something about it were Shoko, Ryutatsu and Shiki, though most of them likely did not have Hamura's intellect and might side with the village on the matter, and the other one no longer being around after abandoning the village with his followers. As such, there was no one other than himself that could come up with a solution as to how he might fix this problem. But one thing he did know, he was going to fix it and make everything go back to normal, even if only so he could sleep at night again. However, this was not the only reason. He also had to prove to himself that he could see this through, and that he was not as selfish as he was making himself out to be after doing what he had done.

Placing every bit of information he had regarding the subject in its own specified location, which was something he always did when things started to overwhelm him, he would be able to recall what he knew and apply it whenever he needed to. Knowing now that the first thing he needed to do for all of this to blow over was to get stronger, better and more skilled at the things he knew how to do best, it all came down to his willingness to see this through. He was a skilled tracker, navigator and knew more than the average Shinobi about the investigative arts, meaning all he really needed now was another lead from which to start and power, lots and lots of it. Right now, all he could really do was set up traps, make an attempt at outthinking his opponents and trying to strike while they were distracted or preoccupied. But in this case, he had to be prepared for the fact that the person he was chasing was in fact laying out traps for him too, or for whomever might try to find him.

And so, Hamura made up his mind. He was going to find the person that made a mess of the morgue, killed the guard and took the bodies after taking all of the evidence. More so, he was going to unmask every single person in the Hidden Cloud that had anything to do with it, and kill them if he had to. Though he had never killed a person, he currently could not think of anyone that deserved it more at this point. For making him doubt himself, from forging documents, stealing the bodies of loved ones from their families and ruining their legacies, all of it had to be answered for by those responsible. Even if it meant going straight to the Raikage at some point in order to figure things out on his own, there was a chance that this might have an adverse effect. There was a chance that she was on the wrong side of things, or she might not let him do things his way based on his age.

All of these things deserved time to be reflected upon, as he could not risk anyone, not even the highest authority within the village to stand in his way. Now that he had made a vow to see things through, he could not risk having to go back upon his word. As this was a vow he had made not only to himself, but at those that had their legacies taken, he had to set aside his own fear of what he might become, or had already become. The quickest road to redemption now was to do whatever he could with what he knew in order to recover that which had been stolen. Opening his eyes, he got up from the lotus position and wandered over to the window. Staring out, he saw Hiroto and the thrushes in the yard, it made him wonder what they thought of him if their small minds were even capable of such thoughts. At times, he envied those that did not have his mental capacity, as it only brought more and more problems with it. That said, for now, the storm had blown over.

[Starnaess]

+20 tp learned

[Hamura]

Martial Lore
Rank: "D"
Skill: Jutsu Lore Skill
Effect: User can use this skill to identify martial maneuvers as soon as they are initiated.
Special: ---
Drawback: ---
Description: Relevant Abilities: Acuity Skill. Die Rolls: 5 Die Rolls. Check Requirement: Normal. User is a student of the mental, physical, and spiritual aspects of various forms of unarmed and melee combat. While the user may not necessarily be a skilled combatant (that aspect of Martial Arts is covered by techniques and Fighting Styles), the user can recognize or analyze fighting styles. User also has a comprehensive understanding of the histories of Martial Arts forms, and can identify the signature maneuvers of various fighting styles. Finally, the user is familiar with the biographies and vitals of important historic figures in the martial arts community. Synergy: A practitioner in a Martial Arts gains +5 Martial Lore per 100 Training Points (+25 Maximum) involving in the Martial Arts they know. Some practical applications of Martial Lore follow:
Limit: Must learn from Skills.

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With his fears suppressed for the most part, Hamura felt like it had been time for him to get out there and do something with the things the Guru had told him. Having come to the realization that, while he was willing to go to great lengths in order to retain his freedom and keep others from taking it, there had been plenty of good intentions that were still in place now. For instance, if he shared information that had been ill acquired, chances were that the investigation would be slowed down immensely, meaning the corpses would never be recovered and the person that had stolen them away and killed a guard in the process would never be brought to the light.

As such, he was basically killing two birds with one stone, which was more or less a good thing in this given situation. Besides, there was no telling who had ordered the Shinobi files of the deceased to be doctored, or just how far this went into the village. As far as Hamura knew, there was a group of people acting from within the office, moving around the Raikage quite carefully. Or maybe this kind of corruption even included the Raikage herself, though Hamura really doubted that to the fullest. After all, there was no point in doing things in such a shady, under the radar kind of manner if the person in charge of the village was supervising it.

Right now though, he could not tell her a thing about it anyway, though that was due to the potential two outcomes he could see at this point in time. Either she was going to turn out to be on the wrong side of things and either kill him or have him locked up, or she was going to be on the right side of things and not allow a kid to go through with what he was planning. Knowing this, he had to go through with it all on his own, as this was the only way in which he could be certain that no one was going to try and stop him from redeeming himself. Redemption was the thing that mattered to Hamura right now, as well as saving the legacy of those that had been erased from the records.

[Hamura]

(Part 2)

Now, in order to do so, he had to further strengthen his mind and further his understanding over the fundamentals of what it meant to be a Shinobi. The Guru of the celestial gates, or Hachimon, had explicitly told him that he was not to try using them under the wrong circumstances or for the wrong reasons, as this could lead to getting himself killed as it supposedly placed quite a bit of strain on the body. Stating that it was something that had to rigorously be trained only after someone was no longer driven by fear, which was something the old man had direct primarily at Hamura, he had made sure not to use it until he could say with certainty that it was no longer something that drove him to making certain actions he wouldn't normally make.

While it may have sounded like a bold statement to some, controlling his fear and his emotions was something he had done for as long as he could remember. Controlling emotions was something that came naturally to him, as he felt weird when around others in emotional moods. Never having really experienced any emotions aside from a few that came about all so slightly, he could slightly remember the love he felt for his grandfather, the anger he felt when he could not do anything to help him and the hate he felt towards the villagers that looked down on him and felt bad for him being all on his own. Those were the only things he could recall, as he had never experienced actual joy.

He had felt okay quite often, as "Okay" was more or less the description of his general state of mind. Emotion had never been the thing that drove him, the thing that had kept him going was a singular goal to prove to himself that he was nowhere near the end of the line yet and could continue getting stronger by the day. This was the main thought behind him getting stronger when he left the Academy, though it had gradually been altered. Or rather, additions had been made as to why he was constantly striving to better himself.

[Hamura]

(Part 3)

When his grandfather died, becoming stronger so he could keep earning money to keep the house as well as to make the old man proud had become additional reasons. Not too long ago, getting stronger so he could find Hyousuke's and Kaiya's bodies back and bring the man that had murdered the morgue guard to justice had also been piled on top of it, as doing so would mean his own redemption as well. All these things together made for a very compelling argument as to why he needed to keep trying to become stronger, smarter, faster, and just a better Shinobi and person altogether.

What mattered the most at this point was simply that he needed to become stronger, and in order to do so, it was best to go somewhere where he might learn a thing or two without having to actually exert himself. As such, the library was his first stop. Looking up the same book that had set him on the path towards learning the first of the eight celestial gates, he figured that the road forward would be found once he knew more about what the other gates entailed. And so he started plowing through the book as if he was in a real rush to get home, even though such a thing was not the case.

One of the primary things he learned by going through the book was that all of the gates were located somewhere along the spine, moving in an upward manner towards the skull. What seemed most interesting and terrifying of all was that the final gate, also known as the death gate, often resulted in exactly that. Figuring that this was what the old Guru meant when he spoke about the dangers of utilizing the gates, it became that much more clear to Hamura that he had more things to read up on and actually work on before he could get into the gates themselves.

[Hamura]

(Part 4)

Among other things, it made him realize that he had to step outside of just books and had to go to the place where people were actively training in the art of Taijutsu. Before, Hamura would have known exactly where to go, as the Dojo he had gone to twice now had a bunch of people like Ryutatsu and Shiki train their skills within the confines of the building fairly often. Had the place still existed by this time, he would have known to go there in a heartbeat. However, as this was no longer the case, the only place left was the Academy Gym or the village training yard.

Stopping by the Gym first, he hoped to see some interesting uses of Taijutsu, and that was exactly what he was getting. Upon entering the gym itself, it seemed that he walked in on two members of the Hyuuga clan exchanging blows. As both seemed to have their Doujutsu activated, a thing he believed had been called the Byakugan back in the academy, they were striking at one another at a rapid pace. Striking and deflecting at an extremely high pace, it was as if they had already planned how to displace an incoming hit along the same time it took them to figure out how to attack next.

Whether this was something born from their Doujutsu capabilities or because of how well trained they were at the use of their somewhat peculiar style of combat, it made him want to keep watching it to see who would emerge the victor. Opening up one of the books he had taken with him in his duffle bag, he tried to find some information in regards to the style of fighting the Hyuuga utilized as it was something he was not even remotely knowledgeable on. This of course was something Hamura could not abide by, as he was the kind of person that wanted to know everything there was to know.

[Hamura]

(Part 5)

Not finding anything in the first book, his attention got drawn back to the fight as the two no longer seemed to just be awkwardly stabbing their fingers at one another while smacking away incoming hands, but had taken things up a notch. By now, actually visible gusts of wind followed up on some of their strikes, though none of them seemed to actually be hitting their mark as the one it was targeted at seemed to be one step ahead of his attacker already. Knowing that these evasive skills could not just be based entirely on training, he pinned it on their eyes as an ability belonging to their Doujutsu.

As much as he disliked those that had been given an unfair advantage just for being born into the right clan, he had to say that he was fairly impressed by the fighting style of the Hyuuga clan. That was when he found the style itself in one of his books, which called it the Gentle Fist. Finding that the name rather suited the manner in which they moved to deflect and strike, he read that the eye power of the Byakugan allowed the Hyuuga to see the pressure points located throughout the body, as well as the flow of chakra passing through the body.

More so, they could strike at these points with their extended fingers and basically shut them down, allowing no more chakra to flow through them. This made it harder for Shinobi to focus their chakra, as the more of their points got knocked out, the closer they got to no longer being capable of molding chakra at all. Reading that it was a style derived from another combat style known as Baguazhang, it seemed that the Hyuuga had truly perfected it in the form of the Gentle Fist and made it into something only they could use with the aid of their eyes.

[Hamura]

(Part 6)

As much as he enjoyed watching the two Hyuuga clash, there was only so much he could learn from watching them as they possessed the kind of combat style he himself could not learn anyway. Still, it could never hurt to educate himself a bit on what some of the other Shinobi in the village and other parts of the world might be capable of, or so he thought. Information and knowledge were among the most useful things in this world he lived in, that was just a simple fact, as entire skirmishes and wars were often fought about either the one or the other, if not both.

Standing up, he put his books back into the duffle bag and left the gym, hoping that there were people training in the village training yard. Since it was going to be a while before he got there on foot, he decided not to rush it, taking out one of his books and continuing to read up on the style which the Gentle Fist had been based on, Baguazhang. Learning that it had been passed own from Taoist and Buddhist monks in certain mountainous regions of the world that he had never heard of, it turned out that the whole goal behind it was to perform circular movements.

Apparently, the wide range of motion and full use of momentum gained through these same movements gave the opponent little to no chance of landing a direct strike upon them. This more or less tied in with what he had seen from the Gentle Fist, as they performed fairly similar techniques that were a lot more well aimed due to their ocular powers. As he kept reading up on Baguazhang, it made him wonder about what the original style of fighting looked like before the Hyuuga adopted it and made it their own. Knowing he'd probably never get this chance, he instead looked forward to getting to the yard.

[Hamura]

(Part 7)


Arriving at the training yard a good thirty minutes later, he felt like he had gotten a bit lost in the contents of his books. This being the reason why he used to keep his literature indoors as he had the tendency of forgetting about his surroundings when reading, he hoped the other villagers along the way had not been forced to move around him too much as he basically had not been paying any attention to them at all. Praising himself for not having the misfortune of literally running into someone, he was broken out of his thoughts by the sound of what seemed like a hammer hitting wood.

Looking up from his book, he saw how there were not two, but three Shinobi, or at least he figured they were Shinobi, practicing in the yard. Trying to locate the origin of the sound, it seemed that one of the three had a lot of bandaging around both hands and feet as he exchanged hard blows against a sturdy wooden block. Imagining that each blow likely hurt like hell to the one dealing them, it seemed like the one doing the punching did not feel a thing at all. Seeing nothing but fierce determination in his eyes, it was as if there was no pain to begin with.

Continuing to strike, the resounding noise from each punch and kick made it feel like something was cracking, though it was not the sound of bone, as that made a far more distinct sound. No, it was the sound of the wooden block cracking under the sheer force of the punches and kicks which only seemed to amplify with each new strike. And then, just like that, accompanied by a loud roar, the wooden block was shattered by an immensely powerful right hook that splintered the entire upper portion of the block and sent shrapnel across a three meter radius behind it.

[Hamura]

(Part 8)

Again he had found something he had never seen before, something that felt like it was more than just someone with brute strength doing whatever they felt like. Seemingly being right again, he found this particular style in the same book, only a few pages behind Baguazhang and the Gentle Fist, as it turned out that this skill was supposedly the exact opposite of those two combat styles. Finding it quite interesting to read into something like this as it apparently required no biological advancements such as a fancy Doujutsu. All this required was steadfast determination and the will to persevere.

These were things Hamura had, though he felt like it was the kind of style that did not exactly fit what he was about. So far, he had taken pride in his supplementary use of Ninjutsu and the offensive power of his fire style, but had never really taken the time to delve deeper into the concept of actual hand-to-hand combat. And even if he did, he would much rather learn more about using his Tanto than he did about fighting with his hands. While it might have sounded somewhat cocky, he felt like having to dirty his hands was beneath him, not being the kind of thing he felt like he could take pride in.

On the other hand, he figured that the feeling one got from beating one down with their own hands must have been rather satisfactory as there were so many Taijutsu practitioners out in the village. Not counting himself as one of them, he hoped that he could one day be considered as such. When the one using the Gotetsu style of fighting continued training on a different block, he watched as someone was training with Kunai and Shuriken a few meters away from the Strong fist user, and that there was someone swinging a rather large sword around at the very edge of the training yard.

[Hamura]

(Final Training Post: Part 9)

Putting his books away, he just kept on watching the three as they went about their very own thing. It was one of the things he liked about being a Shinobi, diversity. Some people excelled at the use of illusions and trickery, something which Hamura considered to be a rather cowardly manner of fighting. On the other hand, there were those that used Ninjutsu of varying shapes and sizes, even different kinds of elemental natures in order to either protect or destroy, depending on what they chose to focus on. And finally, there were those that rather used a weapon or two or their own limbs in order to fight.

The fact that there were no two Shinobi exactly similar to one another and that there were no people who were completely immune to anything one might throw at them existed made being a Shinobi somewhat interesting for Hamura. While he could not consider it fun, as the life of a Shinobi was not about fun at all when every step they took might very well be their last, knowing that no one person was impervious made him feel better about himself. As there were still a great deal of things that could get to him, he had to find solace in the little things like that.

And so he spent some more time just looking around as one of the Shinobi expertly managed to throw weaponry at the bull's-eye, flicking projectiles with weird trajectories that were hard to follow, but always on point. Than there was the one with the sword that sliced through one dummy after the other, employing remarkably quick movements for such a massive steel blade. And finally, there was the strong fist striker, launching one kick or punch after the other. And all the while as Hamura looked at them, he could only really feel and think of one thing: How he wanted to be better at all of those things than the people he was seeing right now.

[Deleted]

learned

[Hamura]

Suiton - Suiryuudan no Jutsu (Water Dragon Projectile)
Rank: "B" Rank
Skill: NinJutsu
Effect: Creates a massive sized like Dragon to attack the opponent when used upon.
Special: Handseals
Drawback: ---
Description: Suiryuudan no Jutsu is a Ninjutsu technique utilizing the Water Element. The ninja does a long string of hand seals which then causes a column of water in the form of a dragon to rise from the water and then strike their target.
Limit: Water Release

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Watching as the Gotetsu practitioner struck wood with his bare fists and shins without even hinting at the fact that it'd hurt them, the sword wielder as he was weaving a large slab of steel through the air without breaking a sweat and at the projectile practitioner as she hit mark after mark as if there was nothing to it at all, Hamura felt humbled. From the look of things, these people had been working at it all of their lives, whereas he had only recently started the path towards becoming a Shinobi. More so, he had always felt more drawn towards Ninjutsu than anything else.

Whether he was even cut out to properly wield a blade, to use projectile weaponry proficiently or to remotely capable enough of beating someone in hand-to-hand combat, or Shinobi Kumite as they had called it during his Academy days, was something he could not tell at this point. The fact that he could not console himself regarding the matter only went to bother him more, as he usually had an answer of some kind for everything. This was not the case right now, not in the slightest.

Maybe it was because he was still a bit shaken up about the things that had transpired earlier that week, though he was not feeling all that great right now, least of all feeling up to the challenge of learning how to properly wield a blade, punch through wooden blocks or learn how to effortlessly hit the bull's-eye. Putting his books back into his duffle bag, he figured that the time for studying was more or less over now, no longer feeling like inspecting other people and the things they could do. In fact, he was done learning in general, at least from books.

[Hamura]

(Part 2)

What it was time for however, was for him to continue a specific kind of training he had more or less let go of for some time. This happened almost as soon as he learned that he could even use the element and trained about two or three techniques for it which seemed useful to the boy. That was always how he had gone about doing things when he thought about it. He learned the basics, went into something a bit more advanced as it seemed like the supplementary uses would be of great benefit to him, and went on to learn something else entirely. Some called this stupid, though Hamura disagreed.

While it gave him a fair amount of knowledge in various fields and a good bunch of supplementary techniques he could use to catch a good amount of people off-guard and maybe even master to the point of being even more useful, it was something he had not managed to do up until this point. And maybe that was what needed to change in this case, as the field he had in mind was something he felt was even more useful than the thing he considered to be his primary elemental nature, fire. Hamura obviously spoke of his water release, the latest of his elemental natures.

Hamura had always known that he was meant for Ninjutsu, though he had always believed that he had nothing other than his fire release to master. Up until the point when he learned he could also use earth release, that was when this finally changed. When things got shoved up even further when he realized he had access to the water release as well, he realized that he did not have to limit himself to the confines of the fire release anymore. While it had always come rather naturally to him, especially when compared to the use of earth release, he now felt the same about the water element.

[Hamura]

(Part 3)

That said, his blind reliance on the art of fire release had failed him quite a few times in the past as they could not have been used in order to save him from harm. While this was not in itself to be blamed upon the techniques or the element itself, it was rather a problem with Hamura's psyche. To name one of the most dire situations he had been in to date was when he had been injured and chased across the forest by a pack of rabid wolves. While wolves were not something to fear for a Shinobi, it became a problem when the Shinobi could only use fire to fend them off. Inside of a forest, blowing a flamethrower about was about as intelligent as letting a bull inside of pottery store.

Either way, one knew that the amount of damage it would do would be beyond measure, and no one wanted to have a forest fire on their conscience. This went double for Hamura, as the only things he really enjoyed were animals, enjoying their company a whole lot more than that of humans. Given his generally distant attitude towards most, he figured that this was not really news to anyone. That particular moment in time had proven to Hamura that he could not just go about tossing around fire chakra. All things considered, it was a dangerous thing to do, regardless of how well one might control it.

While it was one of the most powerful elemental natures in terms of offense, the side effects of throwing fire was always going to be the fact that it could burn the surroundings down and cause a lot more damage than was originally intended. More so, there was the chance of getting casualties when forgetting to do something about the fire whilst in the heat of battle. No Shinobi had the time to check up on their own fire once they had used the techniques, as doing so might leave them open to attack. This was something Hamura understood well, though it would make no difference to him.

[Hamura]

(Part 4)

Starting today, he would no longer be dependant on the use of fire style whenever he was in a pinch and needed to drag his own ass out of the frying pan by force. Given that almost every terrain had a source of water somewhere, and the fact that he could basically just convert his own chakra into water at will, there would be no need for violent natured elements such as fire anymore. If he could get himself to the point of mastering the water element, he would have mastered the element that could be used quite literally everywhere.

And so he left the village in a rather unconventional manner, scaling down the cliffs in an attempt to get to the waters beneath a whole lot faster. For a Shinobi like him that lived in the village, no one would come in an attempt at stopping him, something that would certainly happen to those that seemed to enter the place from the outside. After all, it was a Shinobi village for a reason, not a fancy resort. Using his tree climbing ability to scale the wall with no trouble at all, it took him only a few minutes before he finally made it all the way down to the ground.

Once he could set his feet back on horizontal ground, he looked out across the area at the bottom of the cliff. The large amounts of sea water at the shoreline would do the trick for him, as it was always easier to learn techniques when there was a pre-existing mass of water to pull from as opposed to having to call forth the required amount of water from his own chakra pool. It was something he'd rather avoid if he could, as it was just a bunch of unnecessary extra steps leading to the same result.

[Hamura]

(Part 5)

In hindsight, the fact that he was one of the lucky ones that could use water style was something to be quite happy about. After all, all of the countries save for one were all rather rich in water sources, which made it into being one of the most useful and potentially life saving elemental natures out there. As he thought about it, the techniques he had been capable of executing on his own had been fairly intricate, though not a single one of them were even remotely capable of dealing a whole lot of damage. Knowing this had been the primary reason for his additional research into the offensive field.

The water prison technique was something he'd need to utilize along with something else, a distraction, in order to make it work and keep a fight from escalating or simply drowning an opponent. His water clones were pretty much always useful, as they could provide him with the distraction he needed or simply have them engage an enemy for him. Finally, there was the hidden mist technique, one of those things he had learned to utilize but still could not master due to the way his body was not attuned to completely silent movement yet.

And that was why he had started looking into an entirely offensive water style technique known as Suiryuudan, or water dragon technique. By using the surrounding water in order to create a literal dragon out of large volumes of liquid, one could send forth a concussive force great enough to knock someone out or even drown them in the process. As had been the case with the burning ash technique, this was something a normal C ranked Shinobi should not be trying his hands at, though Hamura never did care a whole lot for such things.

[Hamura]

(Part 6)

Going through all of the proper hand seals had been quite a hassle as there were quite a few to memorize, more than for the other techniques he had learned so far. Still though, he felt like the process of doing so would eventually turn out to be worth his troubles. After all, being capable of using new jutsu was never a waste as one could never know when they'd end up getting the chance to save their own life or that of someone else with it. And so he started, one foot standing up to his ankle in water and the other standing on dry land.

Rapidly weaving through his seals, he made sure not to miss out on a single one as that would likely have undesired effects. Building up his chakra as he finalized the last of the seals, the water started twisting and turning as watery tendrils rose up and sank back in. Moments later, a large beam of water rose up from the beach, slowly taking form and turning itself into the image of a serpentine dragon. With glowing yellow eyes, it awaited a target as Hamura looked around to find one.

Noticing a large rock jutting up from the water, he pointed the dragon at his acquired target with his eyes. A moment later, the watery construct moved forward with great force as the water on the beach fell back into the ocean a bit due to the volume of water that was being used up by the dragon itself. Pushing onward, the dragon collided with the rock, shattering it under its concussive force and causing a large torrent of water to spout up straight into the air upon making contact.

[Hamura]

(Final Training Post: Part 7)

Not long after colliding with the rock and sending a lot of water upward did it all come down in the form of rain, showering a good portion of the beach along with Hamura in salt water rain. Guarding his eyes with his hand to keep the salt water from getting into them, he watched as nothing remained of the rock he had aimed for. While there might still be traces of it left below the surface, Hamura was glad to see the power behind the water dragon technique. Even more so knowing that he could control it.

Doing as he had always done, he would not quit after trying and performing the technique just once. As there was always the chance of his first attempt being a lucky shot that just went right all over, there was no telling if the second would be just as successful. As such, he made sure to use it at least two more times, this time targeting different things altogether. While the targets themselves were not that important as they were the first time, all that really mattered now was that the execution was as desired.

Exploding several large water dragons into the salty shoreline waters, Hamura figured that enough was going to have to be enough. Not wanting to alert the guards of the village to any strange sounds at the bottom of the cliff, he'd prefer it if no one knew about his training or his progress. Feeling that it went against the nature of being a Shinobi when others knew exactly how strong one was, it took away the surprise element when someone who was believed to just be a Genin could do a whole lot more than the average C ranked ninja.