Fate and Her Fool [T]
Jul 11, 2018 0:38:37 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Jul 11, 2018 0:38:37 GMT -7
Deido Nohara no Jutsu (Mud Field)
Rank: D
Skill: Ninjutsu
Effect: Causes the area (10m x 10m) around the user, given that it is earth and stone, to become mud.
Special: Rat, Dog, Boar
Drawback: It does not work in certain environments, such as tile and metallic floors.
Description: After the hand signs are performed, the user slams his/her hands into the ground. If the environment allows it, the area around the user will become a thick and heavy mud. No chakra is required to maintain the state of the area.
Limit: Earth Release, Water Release
Rank: D
Skill: Ninjutsu
Effect: Causes the area (10m x 10m) around the user, given that it is earth and stone, to become mud.
Special: Rat, Dog, Boar
Drawback: It does not work in certain environments, such as tile and metallic floors.
Description: After the hand signs are performed, the user slams his/her hands into the ground. If the environment allows it, the area around the user will become a thick and heavy mud. No chakra is required to maintain the state of the area.
Limit: Earth Release, Water Release
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It was a new world. Justice A. Scrubb felt light as air as he skipped to the clearing, despite the giant sack of water bottles and canned goods slung over his right shoulder. He took a quick scan of his current surroundings. Perfect. The sack fell upon the grass with a heavy thud, its inner goods threatening to burst through the knotted opening. The supplies were sufficient for a month's survival, which Justice had figured would be time enough for him to reach his goal. He shuddered to imagine what his neighbors' kids would do to him if he tried to train near home.
He shook the fear away. No one could find him here in the forest, let alone the children. Justice grinned at the thought of his own cleverness, beaming at the trees around him. Now to business. What had the Academy taught him to always do before training? Stretching; yes, that was it/ Justice smiled at a nearby robin as he did just so/ "Hi! Are your friends here too?" The bird stared at the young shinobi's awkwardly bent head, screeched and flew away.
After giving a final upward stretch, Justice unfolded a crumpled piece of paper he had brought from his left pocket. Scribbled upon it was a list of jutsus he had copied from a textbook. Shutting his eyes, he let an index finger land on a random spot on the list. "Deido Nohara no Jutsu . . ." His face dug eagerly into the chosen technique, his nose almost touching the page. "Mud field techniue . . . rat, dog, boar; rat, dog, boar . . . rat, boar . . . dog? no . . . okay, so it's like ramen, donburi, baagaa . . ."
Continuing to mutter to himself the mnemonic device, he withdrew the list and stood up straight, feet a shoulder's width apart, lungs beginning to swell with a deep breath.
"Ramen!" He made the hand sign for rat.
"Donburi!" Dog.
"Baagaa!!" Boar.
Justice slammed his hand upon the ground in ravenous frenzy. "SUTEKI!!!"
Slam!
"FUDGE!!!"
In his imagining of anything but the technique, the boy had become overly eager; the sheer force of the slam had been enough to bruise his palm. Justice's vision grew watery with pain.
But there was no time to cry. Carefully opening a can of tuna with his uninjured hand, Justice munched thoughtfully on the greasy foodstuff while reflecting on his mistakes: first, he probably shouldn't have shouted the names of his favorite dishes. Second, he should have slammed his hand firmly, not so . . . eagerly. But now, with food in his stomach, Justice reckoned that problem would not arise again.
Letting out a small burp, he returned to the ready position.
"Rat! Dog! Boar—"
Oh shut up, a small voice snarled. The genin jumped.
Just listen, boy. Hand signs aren't some magic spells. They're seals. Use your goddamned mind . . . you're a shinobi, aren't you? Focus on the task at hand.
The sharpness of the criticism was enough to distract Justice from the strangeness of the situation "I was going to, you know!" The genin pouted. The voice gave no answer. Justice took another deep breath, closed his eyes, and thought. Imagined. A mud field . . . a field of mud. He squirmed his toes, could feel his feet firmly planted on the earth beneath of him. He imagined his chakra like water, flowing through his body and into the ground and stretching across the clearing, touching soil and rock and life. In response they surrendered and disintegrated, remolding themselves into . . .
Rat, dog boar; his hands performed the signs almost instinctively, still slow, but faster than he had ever done them; his right hand slammed into the ground; "Deido Nohara no Jutsu!"
For a tense moment, nothing seemed to have happened. Justice's heart sank; then, his feet sank as well. "YES!" He fell back onto the muddy ground, laughing. The mud seeping through his fingers cooled wonderfully the bruise on his palm. The laughter soon turned to slow pants as he watched his frosty breaths dissipating into the cold, empty sky above. Remembering the voice, he shouted, "Did you see?!" I did it!"
But the voice remained silent. Had he simply imagined it? Propping himself upright, Justice glanced around the field; perhaps the voice had been someone else in the forest. His searching eyes fell upon the sinking sack, which was slowly but surely disappearing into the mud.
"Nooo!"