Of a Memory... {Hessendan Training}
Aug 29, 2007 17:57:16 GMT -7
Post by Raethen Kaguya on Aug 29, 2007 17:57:16 GMT -7
"Hessendan (Finger Bullets)
Rank: C Rank
In this simple move Kimimaro ejects his fingertip bones as small projectiles and they spin as they fly through the air, meaning they drill into their target on contact. This makes them useful to penetrate tough materials or stubborn obstacles."
Rank: C Rank
In this simple move Kimimaro ejects his fingertip bones as small projectiles and they spin as they fly through the air, meaning they drill into their target on contact. This makes them useful to penetrate tough materials or stubborn obstacles."
Raethen sighed. Today, as with many days lately, he felt insignificant, weak, unable to fullfill his needs for power. For the thousanth time, he repeated to himself the determination builder he created after finding his mother's corpse.
"I will not fall, I will not fail. Their blood shall be mine. I will not fall, I will not fail. By this oath, I swear to the world, to myself, on my mother's grave, all Shinobi who serve the villages hidden in leaves and mist will fall by my hand. I will not fall, I will not fail. My life has only meaning of bloodshed, my own blood being the sealing upon the pact. I will not fall, I will not fail...
Whispering these words absentmindedly to himself as he ambled to a small, forest-surrounded copse, Raethen halted as he reached the middle. Recently, dreaming of his mother's death (as usual), he had recalled a certain technique, one he had slain a single Leaf Ninja with. In a simple, instinct driven moment, Raethen had raised his right index finger and somehow launched the final digit of it outward. It flew with great strength and aim, and thus he decided, lacking any ranged attacks, that mastering this technique could save his life. Or more, kill those the Kaguya boy opposes...
Closing his eyes slightly, Raethen recalled the moment, how he had put great force onto the small digit as to make it powered and accurate, not wavering. Mimicking the motion he reminisced about, Raethen raised his right hand, slacking all fingers but his index.
Focusing power-enhancing chakra and causing the bone to emerge, Raethen pointed the finger to a tree about thirty feet away and forced the bone out, trying to recall every little feeling. To his annoyance, the bone shot about two feet forward before colliding harmlessly against the ground.
Scowling slightly, Raethen forced more chakra into his pointer-finger, and also forced out the bone faster and more forcefully this time. To his slight approval, the bone this time flew farther forward, about four feet, but he also noticed that it flew at a slight upward angle, although Raethen was clearly pointing directly forward towards the tree.
A look of confusion crossed his face, but the Kaguya washed it away quickly, deciding that either too much power and chakra were placed on the bone, or it was simply a fluke. Raethen could feel a slight breeze as it ruffled his long hair slightly and blew some loose areas of his clothes around, but it shouldn't be enough to bend the bone's path, and upward? According the sun's lowly position in the sky and the early hour, Raethen knew the wind was blowing to the north-northwest. His mother had taught him the cardinal directions as to avoid places he might not wish to be.
Too much force, or a fluke, he assumed.
Raethen practiced several more times, experimenting with usage of chakra and force, but, the lower or higher the force, the range of distance only varied a two or three feet at most. Not quite understanding the problem, the confused Shinobi once again dove deep into the pool of reminiscing, practically feeling the bone coming out of it's finger, seeing for the hundreth time it piercing the foolish ninja's skull. Deep in thought for a few moments, Raethen suddenly came to an epiphany.
The bone, he realized, spins to gain speed and proper direction! Raethen felt slightly pleased with himself, but was far too (though invisibly) excited to remain in such a state of mind for long. Pointing his first finger once more towards the tree, Raethen forced the nescessary chakra and force into his final digit, but this time caused it to spiral as it left. To his own enjoyment, the bone did not bend in any way before it lost momentum and hit the ground, about twenty feet away. It amazed Raethen how something seemingly so insubstantial could cause such a difference.
Attempting the technique several more times, Raethen soon began to actually hit the tree with the bone, and decided target practice would be best. Drawing his custom bone-kunai from a small pouch at his waist, Raethen scratched a simple foot by foot 'X' upon the surface. Striding back to about fifty feet this time, he once again practiced firing the bone, eventually hitting nearly every shot in the area of the 'X.' Looking absentmindedly downward to study his index finger, Raethen suddenly realized that this was not the only finger, or digit, on his hand. Perhaps multiple could be used....
OoC: Will continue this next post, obviously.