Scorching Sands[Training]

[Master Game]

Sealess Chidori, 千鳥, "One Thousand Birds"
Rank: "B"
Skill: Supplementary
Effect: The user gains the capability of performing the Chidori, 千鳥, "One Thousand Birds" without the usage of Handseals.
Special: ---
Drawback: ---
Description: After training into the art of Chidori, 千鳥, "One Thousand Birds" for an extensive amount of time they are capable of performing the technique within the capabilities without handseals. The user is capable of concentrating within their inner body to where they can push out the electrical currents with great ease.
Limit: Must know Chidori, 千鳥, "One Thousand Birds"

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An endless expanse of the finest sands, stretched out in an infinite ocean that has layed witness to countless of events transpired since the dawn of time. A ethereal plane practically immune to the effects of time, free from the whims of civilisation and only purpose was to last for all eternity. The loud shifting of its gravel-like sand would alert the spirit of the desert to an anomaly in its system.

A lone traveller, young, short, and clearly burdened by the intensity of the sun's rays. That person was no other than Shoko Natamura, though such lack of reputation made his name irrelevant. What really mattered was his exact motive for traversing through the sprawling desert no doubt trade-marked by the uninhabited parts of Kaze no Kuni. Truth be told, the young lad's journey was on the pretense of winning a bet, if he indeed managed to last only two days in the desert.

Earlier in the day, the boy had been goaded into careless bet by another young boy, who decided he would thoroughly let Shoko know that as a foreigner, he had no place in Kaze no kuni. Shoko could've easily come up with a snappy comeback that would've put the boisterous fool in his place, but truely being an adventurer at heart made him curious enough to accept the challenge(not because he had something to prove, but wanted to see the fabled desert with his own eyes).

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Post 2

So here he was, body-aching, dehydrating by the minute and being relentlessly bullied by the scorching heat. The only consolations were chill vibes(Quite heavy in contrast with the roasting heat) and relaxing breeze that would waft through the atmosphere every minute. Though it had been only an hour since he'd set off from the village, Shoko was already beginning to feel hungry(not to talk of the great thirst that had only been staved off by cautious sips from his canteen) so he thought it might be a good idea to settle down for a few minutes to have a snack break.

Shoko didn't bring much in terms of possessions, especially after realizing that his trademarked onyx cloak would absorb heat from the sun's raidation. His items on hand mainly consisted of a few shuriken and kunai, a tanto for a little extra protection and a couple smoke pellets for a quick escape. Of course, this was all gear prepared under the possibility that he would be attacked by hostile desert bandits, rumored to roam the wild desert, preying on passing wanderers and pillaging caravans full of valuable goods.

However, the boy was part of a para-military organisation one might recall as shinobi. Meaning that the boy's wide skillset would likely be enough to defend himself against hostile entities, though the real fear would be stumbling upon an ex-shinobi renegade.

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Post 3

After a bit, Shoko stopped completely. The boy would nimbly retrive the rucksack from his shirtless back and set it down unto the floor, using two of his six hands to open it up and fish through it, and another to wipe beads of sweat from his forehead. Yes, six arms. Being part of an ancient clan of warriors that idolised spiders would certainly do that to one. A customary ritual for those of the Kumomusha, growing two extra sets of arms was common to everyone in the enigmatic clan.

Though Shoko would forever hold high loyalty and respect for the kumomusha, because despite not being born into the clan, they accepted him with open arms as he had struggled to find a place where he fit in all his life. Shoko's loyalty to the clan that was his surrogate family would never waver, no matter what what happened to him, he could never betray one of the few things that gave his almost passive existence meaning.

Shoko's nimble fingers would pull out a couple snacks from his stash, not a lot, but enough to tame the hunger for the time being. Shoko dug into his cold meal, feeling irritated at the intensity of the sun's rays that glared at him in seemingly jealousy from over his shoulder as he snacked on his glorious light meal.

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Post 4

Shoko spent just five minutes eating before he decided to restrain himself from gorging his limited supplies any further. Once he put back what remained, Shoko ought to have gotten back to his journey, see what he could find before the dusk arrived, and it would be too risky to continue moving. Maybe there was an ancient ruin waiting for him perhaps, or possibly some lost and forgotten treasure, anticipating a young, curious adventurer's grasp when finally found.

It was what really fuelled his interest in this desert, and desire to agree to the stupid bet in the first place. But for some reason instead, Shoko stared at his palms. All six of them really. His skin tingled with excitement as he remained the numbing, ecstatic feeling that came with harnessing the fabled, One Thousand Birds technique. A technique Shoko had scourged several continents and faced severe and audacious trials to learn... but in the end it was worth it.

The chuunin aspirant still recalled the tattered old journal of his, in which his teacher Abbadon had written down all the sub-variants and higher paths one could go with the chidori. A multitude of evolved versions and adjustments to chidori that he still hadn't learnt yet. The realisation of this fuelled the young lad with a severe sense of restlessness. Standing up, Shoko knew all two well what he was doing when he formed handseals.

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Post 5


Shoko would time each and every handseal flawlessly and with little effort, a perk from being a disciplined practitioner of the art of still jutsu. Shoko Natamaura would start by slapping all of his six arms unto the wrist of top right arm, opening his chakra gates as he released a huge torrent of invisible chakra that rushed through his system like a tidal wave.

The high-frequency vibrations of his lightning-nature chakra increased tremendously, and with so much raiton essence and chakra in a single hand; Shoko's hand could be seen like a brightly lit beacon from a mile away. Oh and the noise! Imagine about a thousand raucous birds all fluttering, chirping, cawing at once, over the same area... It would be enough to drive the boy mad had he not gotten used to it.

-Training end-

(Okay so I get +1 tp per post because of A-rank priviledges. If I've written a sufficient amount to get full tp then it would be 11tp per post. 4 posts written = 44 tp. Roughly 6tp worth of words written in this 5th and final post so I'm hoping that totals to 50tp and thus completes the requirement to learn the tech.)

[Madame Loki]

Learned

[Master Game]

Lighting Blade (雷切, Raikiri)
Rank: "S"
Skill: NinJutsu
Effect: The Lightning Blade, is an enhanced form of the Chidori, with the same effects and drawbacks, but more power. It is also said that the user can cut a lightning bolt in half with this technique. Because the Chidori is already powerful on its own, the Raikiri requires much more chakra and better chakra control. The Chidori appears as simply a mass of white electrical chakra in the user's hand, the Raikiri is more focused and blue. Like the Chidori, Kakashi can use the technique four times a day, which is an incredible feat, considering the intensity and chakra requirements.
Special: "Handseals"
Drawback: As a side effect of the conversion process, the large amount of chakra, and the speed at which the user moves, this technique makes a loud noise similar to many birds chirping, hence the name (if the user is not in motion, it merely makes an electric crackling sound). This jutsu has a major drawback, however. The speed at which the attack must be done, combined with the fact that the user must run in a straight line, causes a tunnel vision-like effect for the user. This allows their enemy to easily counter the attack, making it a potentially lethal move for the user. Though this drawback would seem to make learning the technique fairly pointless, those with the Sharingan eye are capable of avoiding the drawback by using the Sharingan, which take in every detail regardless of how fast the user is moving. The large amount of chakra required limits its use to four times a day. Should the user attempt to go beyond their limit, all of their chakra will be drained and their very life force could go along with it, killing them. An additional problem, though not necessarily a debilitating one, is the fact that the large amount of chakra can also injure the user's hand if they put too much force into the attack, this happens after the fourth time used as the user taps into their life force. After the fifth time the user dies.
Description: The user performs the handseals needed for this very technique which would consist of Ox, Rabbit, Monkey. The user then rushes forward towards the enemy to strike into the opponent. This technique is quite strong as it is capable of puncturing through great defenses of "S" Rank and lower. This technique using the capabilities of cutting, and stabbing in the strongest formulation within Lightning. This technique is capable of pushing through and stabbing through Earth Release defenses with the strength capability of two "S" Rank techniques. TaiJutsu Specialists and Non Specialists if a user is not a Sharingan User their vision is blurred. Their vision is absolute zero which means that the user must attack at extreme close range or else they may be acceptable to damage. If the user is a TaiJutsu Master or is a Sharingan User their vision is clear, their knowledge and capabilities to speed surpasses the defect of this technique as the user is capable of performing this technique at larger range.
Limit: If not a Sharingan user, the user must gain six hundred Training Points within the Lightning Release. Four Hundred if user is Sharingan User. Must know Chidori, 千鳥, "One Thousand Birds"

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Bright white cackling electricity, so hot so ferocious that anyone would half a brain would know not to go anywhere near. The crackling maelstrom of white lightning was so intense and chaotic that even Shoko had to avert his gaze away from it for a few seconds. After a few seconds, Shoko cancelled the jutsu. His breathing became laboured as he already began to feel the toll it took on his body and chakra.

But it wasn't enough, Shoko was going to have to repeat the process with each and every arm if he had any chance of mastering all secret techniques in the journal. Shoko could only gaze at the inky letters on the worn pages in awe as the book revealed so many secret techniques that he could barely comprehend them at once.

There was one technique that was basically an even more powerful version of chidori, once so devastatingly chaotic and powerful it is said to be able to cut through natural lightning, hence its name; Lightning Blade. Then his eyes glanced over another amazing technique, one that permitted him to use more than a single hand to perform lightning blade. The thought made him shiver with joy. Not to mention another insane technique that allowed him to make lightning senbons out of his chidori and shoot hundreds of them at an opponent.

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Post 2

The enigmatic genin made up his mind, he would use the duration of his stay in this endless sea of sand to master every asect of chidori available to him. So the young lad would begin doing just that... training. The boy balanced his time between studying the sacred text written by his former mentor Abbadon, learning of its power, knowledge of things almost beyond his comprehension.

With every page the young ninja flicked, his desire to learn the sub-variants and passive techniques of chidori intensified. He would find himself rotating between reading the book for information on how to perform the techniques and doing so practice on it, practice that didn't exactly lead to any intensive development, but he could feel his mastery over the chidori overall growing.

He could feel it in his bones, the boy felt faster each time he made a lunge with the chidori in hand, he felt like he could endure twice as much of the technique compared to before he started training. His resiliency had perception had improved, the tunnel-vision like effect that came as a side-effect for anyone able to move fast enough to perform the technique was gradually decreasing.

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Post 3

Shoko's mind felt more aware as he zipped through across the hot sands, he also found himself being able to control his movement better. Suddenly, Shoko's face would collapse into the slightly red sand, completely devoid of both his physical stamina and chakra essence. The intense training he underwent today was just too much for his pre-teen body to handle, another chidori would be more than enough to kill him on the spot.

Well, the foolish genin really should've known. For someone who had been specially taught the chidori technique by one of the few remaining masters, it should be common knowledge that the large amount of chakra required limits its use to four times a day. Should the user attempt to go beyond their limit, all of their chakra will be drained and their very life force could go along with it, killing them.

An additional problem, though not necessarily a debilitating one, is the fact that the large amount of chakra can also injure the user's hand if they put too much force into the attack, this happens after the fourth time used as the user taps into their life force. After the fifth time the user dies. Even during the attack, the speed at which the user moves is often faster than what the brain can process half of the time, and induces a tunnel-vision state that severely hinders the ability to react to attacks while the technique is active.

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Post 4

The boy must've failed to realise that he'd almost exceed the limit for the amount of chidori he could perform per day, and that due to his excitement, he failed to notice the immense toll repeating the jutsu had on his body. Shoko wished to get back up and at least move himself into a better resting position but he found that he could not.

The overconfident moron could barely lift a finger for any of his currently useless six arms. An exasperated sigh signalled that he had given up trying. The ball of fire in the incessantly blue sky reach the final moments of its plummet that would embrace the turnover from day to night. Having no other purpose, Shoko let the silent yet sudden grasp of sleep overtake his body. Unfortunately, dawn wouldn't come to the boy as expected, and his sleep would be terribly interrupted some hours before the sun rose.

Though Shoko possessed no sensual speciality or sixth-sense, the sound of horse hooves and sand shifting would reach even Shoko's sleeping body. The vibrations of foreign movement would be felt along the desert where his head rested, effectively waking him up from his short slumber. The boy's environment at that time was near pitch-black, and he was wondering confusedly about why on earth he woke up at that specific time of the day.

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Post 5

Sadly he wouldn't need to ponder long on the question, for the vibrant glow from a well-light lantern moved closer to Shoko from on top a near sand dune. Simultaneously, Shoko swivelled around to face the footsteps he'd just perceived and found himself being flanked by several more armed men. They each had a gruff and haggard appearances, but one would expect nothing less from from what Shoko quickly learned to be a merciless band of desert bandits.

Wooden bows, short swords like machetes and cutlasses, kunai, paper bombs, the hostile figures were certainly armed to the teeth, and definitely being serious about their unspoken demands. Meanwhile Shoko, having never faced desert bandits before and wondered if there was some way he could reason with them, still hesitated on how to react. A man who's face had the stern and scarred look of a grizzled war veteran (Whereas the rest of the bandits simply resembled escaped fugitives), began to speak up.

"Well, what is a little boy doing so far from the central citoes? Now I honestly doubt a innocent little child would be permitted so deeply into Scorching Sands... but something tells me you're a little more than just an "innocent little boy". The lead bandit said with a hit of sarcasm. With a quick snap of his fingers, Shoko could barely react when his rucksack was snatched off the ground by a desperate marauder before being flipped over and emptied of all of its contents.

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Post 6

Panic set in as the last item of his trusty backpack dropped to the desert floor; his shinobi head-protector, etched nicely unto the white scarf that now lay on the top of the pile. Shoko remained rooted to the spot, absolutely speechless. The boy's plan was to pose as some simply lost boy who strolled to far into the desert, who would then give the brigands most of his belongings in fear after they threatened him.

Shortly followed by him ambushing them with an extremely powerful area of effect jutsu that he had striven hard to learn on the mountains of Kumogakure, incapacitating most of them in the process. After that it would be simple, efficiently dispatch the rest and retrieve his stolen items. After then, he would decide what to do with the filthy highwaymen.

But now his whole plan had been ruined, and Shoko found himself in a very perilous predicament. Shoko faced the man who's deductive abilities had lead to the boy's true identity being found out. "Well well well, looks like I was right about you after all shinobi... now listen, I don't now what mission you've been sent on or why you're here, but you have made a grave mistake. You see, I would've just robbed you and let you go if you were a normal person, but as a shinobi... well you pose too much of a potential threat for me to let you go. Don't try to run and I'll make this as quick and painless and possible." The man's face morphed into a maniacal grin.

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Post 7


Shoko's blood froze. The words had been said, there was no point denying it and the indisputable truth had been revealed; these people were now after his life. One of the more hesitant desert raiders spoke up "You sure Raphael? this 'un seems quite harmless."

"Well there's no going back now you fool, you've already told him my name." Raphael said, fuming with anger.

Shoko knew that before Raphael commanded his men to attack, he was going to have to make a crucial decision. He silently cursed for getting himself into this predicament in the first place, it must've been the bright lightning from his chidori that even attracted them to him in the first place.

"Alright Drifters, restrain him and don't let him get away!" Shoko cursed as drew a six kunai from his patrol pack, one for each hand. But the raiders were already upon him. Two arms would latch unto two of his own, an armored leg shot out and slammed into into the back of his knee, making his legs buckle. Under the panic, the shinobi would go into pure instinct, without having time to think abut what he was doing he swung his remaining arms at his attackers(kunai clutching arms mind you).

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Post 8

His eyes were partially blinded by the sand kicked into them, killer instinct and adrenaline were now the only things keeping him from being subdued. But instinct and adrenaline wouldn't keep him alive for long, the assailants were quite experienced when it came to subduing ferocious animals with nothing to lose. It was then that Shoko noticed despite having extra limbs and being a tougher nut than most his age, he realized he wouldn't be able to resist for much longer.

It was then that Shoko had the brain to cast a jutsu. Unluckily all arms were occupied with fighting off his savage attackers, meaning no time for any handseals of the sort. Luckily, young Shoko Natamura was well-versed in the art of Still jutsu. Heavily applying the concepts he had learned about lightning style, the boy's chakra spread out through the ground, creating an invisible field that sent painful electrical surges through the bandit's bodies.

Most of them screamed in agony as they dropped their weapons and fell to the ground, writhing in agony.Those who didn't simply spasmed until their bodies could spasm no more and they collapsed in a heap of limbs on the desert floor. Shoko held his stomach and winced as he realized he'd been lightly cut in more than one place.

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Post 9

But his eyes still managed to flash furiously at Raphael, who now stood, blade drawn and now considering his options. Raphael himself felt very threatened by this new predicament he'd found himself in, though not quite surprised that his men had all been taken out by a single Still jutsu from the boy. This was because Raphael himself was a former shinobi, well a missing ninja is what one would call a guy like him. He'd seen during his time as a shinobi that age didn't matter in the least, some kids barely into their teens have earned the right to call themselves jounins.

But that didn't mean Raphael wasn't confident in his ability to eliminate the foe in front of him, the men Shoko took out were all poorly-trained non-shinobi anyway. Raphael raised his sword in a one-handed grip as he utilised his other hand to perform a set of one-handed handseals. However the man lacked practice and would come to face the fact that Shoko's young energetic fingers were simply a lot faster.

A blinding flash, Raphael shut his eyelids but it was already too late, the after-image burned unto his retinas and the man couldn't see a thing. No matter, his experience lead to him not hesitating for more than a second or two as he finished the handseals and performed the jutsu in mind.

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Post 10

Raphael suddenly breathed out, and like a fire-breathing entertainer, the man released a rapid spout of flames at this opponent's last position. A chaotic barrage of fireballs spewed from Raphael's mouth, not looking to make quick work of him, but to make him suffer every bit of the way as each fireball blasted into him, preventing him from retaliating as his clothes were scorched and skin enflamed.

Oddly enough, Raphael was unnerved by the distinct lack of screams or shouts or anything indicating that his opponent was no more. Unless... a buzzing sound of electricity emanated from behind him. Raphael's fingers went to action once more, this time conjuring an earth-style technique as he shot around like a bullet to face his elusive foe. A great wall of earth shot up from the sand, a guardian from nature it was, as its density provided more than enough protection to block any incoming attack from behind.

Coincidentally, Raphael's vision was finally clear from the earlier jutsu's effects and the missing nin would use that chance to end this once and for all. Jumping out of his cover as he prepared a powerful A-ranked jutsu, the rogue shinobi spotted the familiar figure of the young boy and acted with his hands.

-End of training-

(Hmm, okay let's see. 11tp per post x 10 posts = more or less 110tp.)

[Madame Loki]

learned

[Master Game]

Sealess Lighting Blade (雷切, Raikiri)
Rank: "A"
Skill: Supplementary
Effect: The user gains the capability of performing the Lighting Blade (雷切, Raikiri) without the usage of Handseals.
Special: ---
Drawback: ---
Description: After training into the art of Lighting Blade (雷切, Raikiri) for an extensive amount of time they are capable of performing the technique within the capabilities without handseals. The user is capable of concentrating within their inner body to where they can push out the electrical currents with great ease.
Limit: Must know Lighting Blade (雷切, Raikiri)

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A huge vortex of spiralling flame blazed hotter than any natural flame Shoko had ever seen as it erupted out of Raphael's hands and shot towards him. Raphael watched in satisfaction as the intense fire engulfed the boy, glad that the threat was finally over. But the missing nin wouldn't live to regret the fact that he had celebrated to soon, the burning silhouette of Shoko faded into electricity before dissipating... revealing it to be a lightning clone.

It was as Raphael's mouth lay agape, that he finally heard the loud cacophony of "one-thousand birds" that was previously overshadowed by the sound of conflagration. Overcome with a feeling of dread, Raphael tried to turn around and face where the noise was coming from but it was already too late for him. A fully-charged chidori in hand, Shoko boosted forward with inhuman speed, his figure becoming nothing more than a blur to any watching and the last thing that Raphael saw.

Shoko stood still as the lightning at his palm began to die down. The forearm of the arm the boy used was already completely lodged itself in Raphael's chest, the look on the genin's face was one of understanding of his actions and no-regret. Shoko's nonchalant brown eyes stared up at Raphael, purely indifferent to what he had just done.

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Post 2

The boy only knew that he did not only what he had to do, but what was expected of him, as a shinobi. "D-damn you", were the rogue ninja's last words as the life in his eyes faded and his head slumped. Shoko removed his hand from the bearded man's chest and watched as it collapsed to the ground.

Barely a single speck of blood was found at the scene, for the extreme temperatures of the chidori were just too hot and vaporised every inch of blood that threatened to spill from Raphael's now still body. What had been done had been done, Raphael certainly hadn't been Shoko's first and he certainly wouldn't be his last, killing... killing was the path of a shinobi that Shoko simply chose, as did almost every other ninja.

With recent events having come to conclusion, the enigmatic ninja was perhaps fixed in a state of quandary or contemplation on what do next. There were still six incapacitated hostiles in the vicinity, and despite not being a threat now, there was no way Shoko could leave them like that. They would indeed escape once having woken up, likely go back to their pillaging ways or even hunt Shoko down for revenge.

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Post 3

For the first time, the genin actually used the tactical transceiver kit that the boy had been issued with since he became an official ninja of Sunagakure. Shoko took a deep breath, calming himself so that he would be able to think properly about what he wanted to say. Shoko didn't enlighten the particular responder of his exact actions, only that she needed to dispatch a team in order to account for and arrest an immobilised and incapacitated group of desert bandits in so so so location.

He made the situation seem as if it was no big deal and there was nothing to be worried about, purposely being evasive about certain questions about how the events occurred. Though Shoko knew they would understand what happened once they arrived, he just didn't want to cut his desert journey short because of a few wildly unpredictable events.

Don't be mistaken, Shoko was undoubtedly shaken up by the occurrence of recent events, he was so close to death yet still managed to overpower, the feeling was comforting yet scary at the same time. Though the genin decided he wouldn't let it prey on his mind and put it behind him for now, choosing to continue his desert journey and legitimately win the bet that carried little meaning to him.