Takashi Mao [ Training ]

[Takashi Mao]

Fukuwajutsu no Kugutsu (Puppet Ventriloquism)
Rank: "C" Rank
Skill: NinJutsu
Effect: This technique allows the user the capability of talking through the puppet in a Ventriloquism type manner. The user is capable of speaking through a puppet. The puppeteer is capable of mimicking different types of voices by the usage of chakra strings.
Special: Must be a Puppeteer
Drawback: Can only speak through as many puppets as they know this technique. This means that if they know this technique only once they can only speak through one puppet.
Description: By using chakra strings the user attaches strings around the mouth of the puppet as the user suddenly creates what is considered as a voice box that pushes the voice of the puppeteer to the puppet. It works the same as that of two empty aluminum cans and a string of yarn.
Limit: Must be a puppeteer. Must know the Kugutsu no Jutsu



Mao sighed slight as she rolled over in bed, trying to block the sun out of her eyes, snuggling into her pillow slightly. It seemed the sun was against her, and would not let her get back to sleep. Sitting up Mao cracked her back and flexed her fingers out in front of her. Glancing over the side of her bed Mao spotted Kumo-Kuro, a 3 ½ foot spider like puppet.

Rolling out of bed and landing in a slight crouch, even thou it wasn’t much of a fall, Mao made her way in front of Kumo-Kuro, sitting cross-legged in front of him.

“Aright buddy.” She started. “Where going to try the Fukuwajutsu no Kugutsu today.” She informed him, attaching a Chakra string to his head, and making him cock his head to the side as if he understood her and had a will of it own, even if deep down she knew it was her own doing.


Flexing he right hand she attached several charka strings around the jagged mouth of Kumo-Kuro, first getting it to open in close a few time soundlessly before trying to push her voice into her puppet.


“Testing, testing 1, 2, 3.” She tried.


Nothing.

“Come on I know you can do this…” she muttered as she closed her eyes in concentration, trying to throw her voice into her puppet, and getting more and more frustrated by the second. This was a simple C rank NinJutsu that most other puppeteer knew and she was stuck on it.


“Come on Kumo-Kuro…” she muttered as she tried different flares and levels of chakra while going threw the alphabet, in different tones to see if she could get one to work.

“A…B…C…” at first she simply tried to force her voice down the strings and into the waiting puppets mouth: thou that seemed to have no effect. Trying again with more force she noticed a clicking coming from the Spider like puppet, and at first was hopeful but soon realized that it was just to force of the amount of charka that she was using that was making the puppets mouth shake.

Frowning slightly she tried in a lower, deeper voice, hoping that the tone would carry better. “M …N…O…P” but that too seemed to have no luck. Moving threw the alphabet several times Mao went from different levels of speaking: from whispers to shouting and nothing seemed to work.

It was at the 16th time through that Mao felt like she was going to crack.

“W…X …Y…Z…”


Mao paused for a minute, staring Kumo-Kuro in the eye before screaming “Why the hell can’t I get this!?!” forcefully with her already strained voice.


“Why the hell can’t I get this!?!” Came an echo.


Mao sat up straighter, looking at Kumo-Kuro hopefully, trying to remember what she had done differently that time.


Closing her eyes in concentration Mao tried to remember the feeling she got when she had shouted. ‘Was it the anger that made it work? No…that wasn’t it…maybe it was because I had shouted…No, the volume shouldn’t have made a difference this time…maybe…’ Mao’s eyes shot open as she remember the frustration that she had felt, she had wanted to make her anger known so she had subconsciously pushed Chakra down into her lung and pushed the air back out to make herself more forceful.


That was it!


Staring at Kumo-Kuro expectantly Mao closed her eyes tightly, using the same amount of Charka down her throat she forced in down letting it sit there for a moment before forcing it back up quickly, while remembering to keep an even tone and tried. “Kumo-Kuro?”

[aiko]

7/30

[Takashi Mao]

(OOC: crap 30? I thought C’s where 10…crap)


“Kum----ro?” was the puppets response cracked response.


‘Humm, it came out clear when shouted, but I don’t want to scream every time, I’ll just make myself sore. That’s must me something small I’m missing; something that makes it so it comes out in a normal tone, as apposed to this cracked one.’

Mao crossed her arm over her chest, dipping her head slightly, while closing her eyes. She was trying to push small to large flares of charka down her lungs at different speeds and level while trying to speak in a normal tone.

It appeared that nothing was fully working, things only came out in cracked, delayed sounds, not even sounding fully like her own voice.

Snapping her head up Mao remembered some theory from the academy.

::: When learning and elemental blast, similar to Kaze Ya no Jutsu one must remember that have the exact amount of charka be pushed into their lungs as well as how much and how quickly it is pushed out. One thing that most forget, because they become so focused on the levels, is that the element of what you’re using must be focused on. As Kaze Ya no Jutsu is a Wind biased ability you must keep the perfect level and speed while remembering to draw from the element your using.:::

‘Now that’s all good and stuff but talking doesn’t have an element…’ Mao thought, absently plucking some of the charka strings that where still attached to Kumo-Kuro’s mouth, absently, giving off a small ‘biiinngg’

“Wait.” Mao started suddenly; glancing down at the charka stings that she had just been plucking. Slowly Mao reached out and plucked the string once more, giving off the same ‘biiinnngg’ sound watching as the charka string vibrated slightly.

‘Sound…’ she mused. That was it: that was the element she had been forgetting. Making sure that she was more focused on the actual sound of her voice then what she was saying she tried again, making sure to keep and even tone. Pushing just what she thought was the right amount of charka down her lungs, letting it sit for a moment before pushing / pulling it up again while saying. “Kumo-Kuro?”

[||Yuuku||]

+6

((13/30))

Yup C are 20. And then when you are D rank you are 1 rank lower. Thus we add 10 TP. 20+10=30. Understand?

[Takashi Mao]

(OCC: yep I got it now, my bad. Thanks)


“Kumo-Kuro.” Was the response from her puppet, thou the tone was off slightly and there was a 3 second delay from when she spoke the words to the time Kumo-Kuro did.


She tried again, this time only pushing the amount of charka faster, but it came out slightly cracked, and worse then before.


‘Alright, so it’s not the speed of the charka moving, I seem to have the levels right, but it’s delayed. Also it sounds more like and echo then just a projection of my voice.’ Mao sighed slightly, blowing some of her bangs that had fallen into her eyes before leaning back on her hands. Mao closed her eyes in concentration, trying to gauge her levels of chakra available. While she may not be strong she had excellent charka control and a slightly larger charka bank. ‘Well, now that I know how much is needed, I could probably good for about two hours straight, but much more then that and ill be doing more harm then good.’ She thought.


Opening up her eyes Mao studied the puppet in front of her, cocking her head to the side slightly. ‘Four strings; each for one edge of the mouth to move it as if speaking, and five inside the mouth, one in each corner and one in the center.


‘Maybe it’s the vibrations from the strings that’s making is sound like and echo.’ She mused. ‘That would be the most logical explanation: with all five strings vibrating at the same frequency.’ With that thought Mao released four of the strings, leaving only the center one.


“Kumo-Kuro?”


“Kumo-Kuro?”


‘Closer…but the voice still sounds a little funny; and still has the time delay.’ There wasn’t much more Mao could think to try, if Kumo-Kuro had his own Charka system that would be different, it would probably be easier, but as an in-adamant object he didn’t have one.

Mao sighed loudly, letting herself fall back onto the hardwood floor. ‘And seals and fake charka systems are out of my league.’ She mused, glancing over at her night table she noticed a kunai sitting there innocently. Using a charka sting she summoned it over to herself, twirling is slightly, only half paying attention: she just needed something to keep her hands busy while she thought.

‘Come on Mao, this isn’t hard, most puppeteer’s learn this by the time their out of the academy.’

“What am I missing?” she grounded out, stabbing her kunai into the floor below her. Mao hissed slightly as she nicked herself with the dull blade. “great.” She muttered. ‘Not only am I stuck on this but I can even probably hold a Kunai, Academy stuff.’ Sitting up again Mao looked over the small cut, barely a scratch, and was about to suck the blood off the cut when she paused: starring at the blood.

‘I may not have the capabilities for a blood seal, but I bet if I used my blood as a conductor, and soaked the top part of Kumo-Kuro’s mouth with it, the blood would be able to utilize the charka better. Beside, blood has a natural infusion of charka, it might just work.’

Sitting forward Mao maneuvered Kumo-Kuro so she could see the roof of his mouth, the place where the string would be attached. Reaching for the kunai Mao winched when she pulled it from the previously perfect flooring. ‘Shit, Aunt Rin is going to be pissed about that…’ she mused before turning back to work.

Taking the kunai she made three, very small scratch like line on the roof of Kumo-Kuro’s mouth, giving the blood a place to soak into. Then bring the blade up to her palm she sliced a small cut across it, pooling the blood in her cupped hand for a minute before dipping her uncut hand in it and spreading it out across the wanted area. It took several minutes for the amount of blood to be applied before Mao was happy. Getting up Mao went to bandage her hand and let the blood dry.

[aiko]

+5

18/30

[Takashi Mao]

(OOC: sorry if it doesn’t seem like there’s really much ‘training’ going on, but there’s only so many ways you can think of to project your voice. Edit: Ok added some more)




Closing the bathroom door, Mao made her way across the hall back to her room, flexing her newly bandaged had as she did. It wasn’t like she had cut her hand deep but it was still tender of the ninja wire accident last week. Brushing that thought off Mao opened her door with her un-bandaged hand and made her way over to Kumo-Kuro. Plopping down in front of him ungracefully she stared into the one visible eye of her puppet, sighing at the lack of life that it held.

Reattaching the charka strings in the correct places Mao cleared her throat, before giving it another try. “Testing, Testing 1, 2, 3.”

“Testing, Testing 1, 2, 3.” Came the echoed replay from Kumo-Kuro. Mao couldn’t help it as she punched her fist into the air, shouting out a loud “Yes!” as loud as she could.


“All right, that took FAR longer then it should have.” she muttered to herself. Standing up Mao brushed non existent dirt off her pants before placing her hands on her hips she smirked down at her puppet.

“all right buddy, time to see how far I can manage to be form you before my voice starts cutting out.” Frowning slightly Mao tapped her lip as she tried to remember how long someone of her level and charka levels should be able to control the technique.

“Now lest see… according to the information the scroll had I should be able to be about 200 or so meters before it starts getting to much for the amount of charka I have, and then I should only be able to keep up at that distance for 20 or so minutes if I wasn’t doing any other abilities. Also I could go another 2 minutes for ever 10 meters I subtract from the original 200… ya that sound about right.” Mao continued to mutter to herself as she attached her Kunai holster to her right leg.

It took her a few moments to find her left sandal, which had been hidden under her work bench that had the blueprints spread out across it from one of the puppets she was designing.

Grabbing the backpack / bindings that she wore on her back to keep Kumo-Kuro in place she attached them together, crossing the straps in an X from right shoulder to left hip, to left shoulder to right hip.

Rearranging them so they wouldn’t come loose, Mao took one final glance in the mirror to make sure that she had everything. After straightening her headband Mao turned back to Kumo-Kuro, attached Chaka strings to the necessary point on his body to control his movement before slipping out the window, using charka at her feet to scale the wall before jumping from roof to roof, making her way to the training areas.

Quickly making her way across the rooftops Mao dogged to the right as another ninja dashed passed her, seemingly in a rush to get some where. Making sure to keep Kumo-Kuro’s movement in-sink with her own she changed her direction towards the training grounds, hoping to find one that was at lest semi-empty, as she didn’t need to spar, she just need an empty space large enough to see if she would be able to hold technique over distance.

Glancing off to the side Mao’s eyes landed on the Kazekage tower. Gritting her teeth Mao glanced away, speeding up slightly. It was her own fault for falling ill not long after become a Genin, causing herself to lose out in some much need training. Now while most Genin’s were training up for the Chuunin exams Mao wasn’t even sure if she was going to be able to qualify in time. Besides the fact that she didn’t have anywhere near the amount of missions that was needed to qualify, but with her lack of skills she was more likely to get herself killed the make Chuunin.

“Dam it…’” Mao hissed. ‘Ill never qualify in time, not at the rate I’m going.’ Shaking her head away from the negative thoughts Mao arrived at the last roof before the training grounds started. Jumping to the ground Mao made her way through them, careful not to disturb anyone else’s training and to find a nice open area for herself to practice in. Finally Mao spotted an empty one, making her way over to the open field she set herself up to train.

“Alright now let see just how far I got this before I start cutting out.” Turing to face her companion Mao began walking backwards, making Kumo-Kuro move back as well, so for each step either of them took there was two paces between them.

“1…2…3…4…” Mao counted as she kept herself concentrated on Kumo-Kuro, making sure that the numbers came out clear and in-sink with her own voice. It was about at 15 that Mao started to hear a delay and slight shake in the voice coming from her puppet.

‘Ok so 30 paces, not bad. I can already feel a bit of a drain from all the wasted Chaka from earlier.’ Closing her eyes Mao tried to think about what to do to make the voice steady again. ‘Raising my voice would just take the point out of it, if I got too far I would have to scream, and that’s not a very smart idea.’


For a few moments Mao tried tweaking the level of charka that she sent down the charka strings, seeing if it would clear start working again. But the more charka she pushed the longer the lag between herself speaking and Kumo-Kuro ‘speaking’.

Cocking her head to the side Mao tried to think of something she could do to get it to work again.

‘The more charka I send down the strings the longer time delay there is between my voice, but I becomes clearer when I do. So how do I send more charka with out getting a time delay…?’ Mao paused and looked down at her hand that held he charka strings to Kumo-Kuro.

‘Charka stings… wait… I’m an idiot…’she thought as she put more charka into the strings, making it so it still had the right amount of charka for the ability but instead of sending it down in patches, which would cause a echo, I just make the strings have more power.’

Smiling to her Mao took another step back and tried again. “16.”

“16” was the perfect response from Kumo-Kuro. ‘Yes.’ Mai thought with a grin. ‘I think I got it…’

[apache]

8 TP

[Takashi Mao]

“31…32…33…34…” Mao continued on, the distance between her and Kumo-Kuro was getting to the point that it was almost too far away to hear. But luck was on her side as the training ground was quite and deserted, if there had been anyone else here training then she probably wouldn’t have been able to hear it.

Figuring that any farther and she wouldn’t be able to hear Kumo-Kuro anyways Mao began walking forward again, slightly faster this time, making sure to against her charka being applied to the technique as he distance changed. With very little faltering in Kumo-Kuro’s voice Mao was once again right in front of her puppet.

Repeating this processes another two times before no faltering in her voice was heard Mao shifted back and jumped back sharply, while still staying within the range she was able to do she continued to move to different levels of closeness, well singing

“I’ve got a lovely bunch of coconuts, did-al-lee-de, here they are a standing in a row. Big ones, small ones, some as big as your head!...” now if there was one thing that Mao lacked it was a good singing voice, but just repeating numbers and letter was beginning to grate on her nerves. And beside, this song had been stuck in her head all week, maybe now she could forget it.

Mao was so engrossed in what she was doing that she didn’t realized that her arms where getting weak until she was mid cartwheel and she found herself facedown in the dirt before she could blink. “Oww…” Mao whined as she pushed herself up, rubbing her face as she glared at the ground as if it was its fault that she had fallen.

“I think that’s enough for today…” she muttered as she pushed herself up onto her feet, noticing with a frown that her knees where slightly shaky. It wasn’t that the technique itself took a lot of charka but she had been throwing around a lot of charka all day and her body was starting to feel the tool from no having used it in a while.

Making her way over to the now limp forum of Kumo-Kuro she detached the charka strings, not wanting to drain herself anymore then needed. Turning the small, almost unnoticeable dial just under Kumo-Kuro’s neck the puppet’s legs snapped together and the head rolled down, hiding itself in the chest cavity. Attaching a few charka stings back on Mao maneuvered Kumo-Kuro’ onto the holster on her back, hearing the telltale ‘click’ that meant that the legs where locked in leaving her with what appeared to be a strange wooden backpack.

Brushing her pants off Mao made her way home, by road this time. Folding her arms behind her neck Mao turned her head towards the darkening sky, wondering if she would be able to apply to the exams, and even then if she would be ready.

Stopping in front of her house Mao sighed.

Tomorrow was another day, and if she needed too she could always train some more with Fukuwajutsu no Kugutsu some more if she didn’t think she had mastered it yet, but if she felt that it was ok she was going to try something new.

Glancing at the sky a final glance Mao opened the door and made her way in for the night.

[Yun.]

Add it and enjoy. ^^

[Takashi Mao]

It was early morning when Mao woke to loud sounds downstairs that were caused by her aunt open up shop. Sitting up slowly Mao stretched her arms above her head, before rubbing the sleep out of her eyes. Swinging her legs over the edge of the bed Mao staggered across the room and down the hall towards the bathroom; going threw her mourning routine before returning to her bed room, still dressed in her sleep clothes.

Dressing lazily Mao cast a longing glance at her work bench, she felt that her time would be spent designing new puppets but there was no point making something if she wasn’t able to use it.

Finishing dressing she made her way over to the desk, picking up one of the top scrolls from the bunch, and opening it to see what she was going to do today. As soon as she saw what was written Mao couldn’t help the sign that passed her lips. It had to be learned, but that didn’t make the basics and less boring.


Henge No Jutsu
Rank: D Rank
Skill: NinJutsu
Effect: Allows the user to transform into an inanimated object (Non Moving) into the size of user while size of an animal or human decreases.
Special: Dog, Boar, Reverse Ram
Drawback: You can never gain the attributes of what you turn into. You are only capable of transforming into a human or animal that is of size, or few feet smaller. If hit once the user immediatly reverts back to their original state. If you transform into an inanimated object you can not move in any way for are transforming into something that can not move. The only way an inanimated object can move is if someone moves it for them. In animated objects in Henge does not have the ability to do or use jutsus.
Description: When using the seals of the Dog, Boar, and Reverse Ram the user cam quickly transform into any human, animal that is of size or a few feet smaller, or even a foot or two larger then before. At this level the user is capable of transforming into an object that is of size or a few inches smaller. The user at this stage is only capable of holding the form for five turns if transforming using E Henge, and Four Turns using D Henge at a time.
Limit: You need the E Rank Version first



Taking one final glance at the scroll Mao closed it ad placed it back on her desk. Making her way over to the mirror. Chewing the inside of her cheek Mao thought about how she was going to do this. Figuring that she should first try the E rank henge to see how much taller or smaller she could make herself before trying to switch over to the D rank.

Nodding to herself Mao thought for a second before placing her hands in the appropriate signs.

Dog

Boar

Reverse Ram

‘HENGE!’

No standing in front of the mirror was another woman, a few inches taller then herself, but not but much. Instead of Mao’s dark brown hair was bright and obviously bleach blond with her hair done up in an elaborate hairstyle. Her yellowish – red eyes where now replaced with a bright blue and he skin tone was changed from a pale white to a dark tan. He clothing was nothing more then a black short shirt and a white blouse.

Mao couldn’t help but grimiest as she looked at herself in the mirror. ‘Aunt Rin sure doesn’t know the meaning of dress her age. Gross’ dropping the henge Mao tried to think of someone taller then her aunt, as that had been high as the E rank would let her go.

She remembered that guy who use to do all the deliveries to the shop. He wasn’t much taller then her aunt but he was bulkier. Getting a clear picture in her mind Mao when threw the signs again, but this time for a D rank Henge.

Dog

Boar

Reverse Ram

‘HENGE!’

Opening her eyes hat she had unintentionally closed Mao couldn’t help but give a little whine as she saw herself. She had gotten the basics down; her eyes where now a dark black and her hair was short and black as well. Her skin tone had taken a tone a few shades darker then her usual tone and her clothing matched to the uniform that she had always seen the man in. the only problem was that she was about 2 feet shorter then the man’s real height.

Releasing the henge Mao thought about how much charka she put into the ability. ‘Maybe I should have put more then I did, I didn’t think that D would need much more the E, but let try that.’

Once more, making sure she had the image of the man in her head Mao when threw the hand seals.

Dog

Boar

Reverse Ram

‘HENGE!’

[Yun.]

+4

4|10

[Takashi Mao]

(OOC: . I used some NPC’s in here, so here’s and index.

Takashi Rin: Mao’s aunt (owner of hair salon)
Unnamed Male: delivery man

Yamawaki Jun: cosmetic store owner (mother)
Yamawaki Mika (eldest daughter)
Yamawaki Yuna (youngest daughter)

(End OOC)

Smoke clearing Mao couldn’t help but pout, which looked very odd on her new forum. She still didn’t seem to be any taller then the last time. Turning around she looked at herself in the mirror, everything seemed to be in place; she was just too short.

Dispelling the Henge Mao ran her hand threw her hair in frustration; it wasn’t that this was hard or even taking too long; she just really hated doing Henge. Back in the academy she was almost the last person to get it right. It was also sad that most girls where good at Illusions when she was almost bottom of the class. Problem was that it wasn’t that she didn’t understand, or even that she didn’t have the charka control, she did, but it was just something about changing into something else that took a long time to get right.

‘Dam it.’ Mao thought as she kicked the side of her dresser hard enough to chip the wood. She was a puppeteer, a branch of Ninjutsu and she was having trouble with a stupid henge. Sighing in frustration Mao sat herself on the edge of her bed, still in front of the mirror, as she tried to calm down. She must have just woken up on the wrong side of the bed or something, or maybe it was the stress that she was getting a team and with the Chunnin exam coming up soon she didn’t want it to seem as if she was holding them back. ‘All right then.’ Mao thought to herself. ‘I’m going to master henge, all the way up to B if it’s the last thing I do.’

Nodding to herself Mao stood back up with new resolve, focusing in on the appearance she wanted before rushing threw the seals again.


Dog

Boar

Reverse Ram

‘HENGE!’


As the smoke cleared Mao glanced hopefully at herself … only to see that she was still too short.

Picking herself up off the floor from which she fell when she had seen herself Mao dispelled the Henge for another time.

Concentrating on the height she wanted to be Mao focused more charka into the technique them before. It wasn’t much more but she hoped that the amount of the charka was the problem and not something else.


Dog

Boar

Reverse Ram


‘HENGE!’


Looking herself over Mao noticed that she was only about 5’5 now instead of the 6 foot she was going for, but at lest it was a start. Smiling brightly Mao dispelled the Henge before going threw it again.


Dog

Boar

Reverse Ram

‘HENGE!’

5’6.

Dispel



Dog

Boar

Reverse Ram

‘HENGE!’

5’8

Dispel



Dog

Boar

Reverse Ram

‘HENGE!’


Mao couldn’t help but grin broadly as she now stood at a 6’0, a perfect clone of the unnamed delivery man. Moving around her room Mao made sure that she was able to move around without dispelling the Henge. Doing a quick handstand before turning right side up onto her feet Mao dispelled the Henge, smiling slight at her reflection.

“Did you see that Kumo-Kuro, I think I got the D rank one in the bag.” Mao just smiled at the lifeless puppet placed at the end of her bed before turning back to the mirror.

‘Ok, I got larger, now I just got to make sure that I can handle smaller too.’ Going over the people she knew, Mao finally decided on Yamawaki Yuna, the youngest daughter of the owner of the cosmetic store, down the street, Yamawaki Jun, who was good friends with her aunt, as they shared a lot of business. (With her aunt owning a hair salon that is)

Keeping the image in her mind Mao when threw the hand seals.

Dog

Boar

Reverse Ram

‘HENGE!’


Now standing in Mao’s place was a girl about 4’3 with long blond hair pulled up into pigtails, bright blue eyes and a knee length white dress. The child was adorable, Mao would give her that, but she was a little monster at the same time. Mao believed that the girl would make a good Gunjutsu specialist if her mother would just let her go to the academy. But of course she wouldn’t let her ‘baby girl’ do anything that dangerous.

Releasing the Gunjutsu Mao brushed her hair out of her eyes for the umpteenth time before getting frustrated and picking up her headband that was on her night table. Picking it up Mao tied it securely around her head before making her way down stairs for a drink. At the foot of the stairs where the house and the store meet Mao saw her Aunt talking adamantly with another woman, with her daughter beside her. Realizing it was Yamawaki Mika (the eldest daughter) and her mother Yamawaki Jun, Mao quickened her pace trying to get away unseen.

[Yun.]

You need to wait till you are done with one jutsu and a mod or assistant says yes to it being done until you may move on. You may copy and paste the training the new jutsu and repost it after you learn the Henge, okay? For now
Henge - learned.

[Takashi Mao]

(OOC: sorry fixed)


“Oh Mao darling, come here for a moment!” her aunt called out in a sickenly sweet voice, motioning her over.

‘Crap.’ Mao thought as she made her way over to the group, forcing on a fake smile as she approached.

“Oh Mao darling, you’ve grown so much!” Jun gushed, clapping her hands together in front of herself. “It’s been ages since I last say you! Have you been hiding on me?” she asked in a teasing manner.

Mao just smiled brightly. “Of course not Mam’.” She said but in her mind she was saying ‘yes’

“You must remember Mika don’t you darling?” Jun asked motioning to her daughter next to her. Now Mika was a high matance kind of girl, who wore too much makeup and not enough clothing, also she and Mao had never gotten along well.

“Yamawaki.” Mao greeted tightly with the smallest nod of her head.

“Takashi.” Mika greeted back equally as tight.


“There, you see, best friends!” Jun gushed as Mao’s Aunt nodded in agreement, both equally ignorant to the tension between the two girls.

“Now where are you off too this fine afternoon?” Jun question Mao as she tried to back away when the adults where distracted.

“Well I was planning on going training.” Mao informed the older woman.

Jun just tisked slightly. “Still playing Ninja I see, such a waist for girl such as yourself.” She said sadly. Mao couldn’t help it as her eyebrow twitched in frustration and her fist clenched. ‘Playing ninja?’ who the hell did this woman think she was. The only thing that kept her from shouting out was the smug look on Mika’s face; she wouldn’t give the other girl the satisfaction.

“Well I really must be going, its been nice seeing you again.” And with that Mao turned on her heals and made her way back into the hall and into the kitchen.

Opening the fridge Mao rummaged around loudly looking for something to drink.

“Playing ninja, who the hell does that woman, think she is, stupid self-centered idiot.” She muttered before pulling out a water bottle before closing the fridge. Leaning against the closed door Mao savored the drink, eyes closed, just trying to clear her head.

Sighing in frustration when she sensed another presence enter the room. “What do you want now Yamawaki?” she asked in annoyance to the other girl.

Mika just brushed her over processed blond hair over her shoulder, leaning against the door frame. “Why do I need a reason to talk to my good friend?”

“Piss off.” Mao said sharply.

“Really now, that’s no way to talk to a guest.” Mika tisked.

“Guests are welcome; you’re a pest, so my statement still stands: piss off.” She informed, standing up to her full height, placing the bottle in the garbage she made her way past the blond, bumping her shoulders in the processes.

“Really now, and here I was going to ask you for a favor.” Mika’s voice stopped her before she even hit the bottom step. Pausing Mao didn’t even bother to turn around.

“I’m listening.” She said.

“Are you any good at those Gunjutsu things?” Mika asked as she examined her nails.

“Why?”

“Well, I heard that there good for small illusions and there this really cute boy and I was thinking---

“No. I’m not going to teach you anything that you’re just going to use for self-centered reasons.” Mao informed as she began to make her way up the stairs again.

“Wait! Come on there’s got to be something you want for a trade? Name it.” Mika’s voice had an almost frantic edge. Pausing once more Mao thought about it for a moment before sighing in defeat.

“Fine, but you help me train.” She informed.

“What!” Mika’s voice held a shocked tone.

“Just Gunjutsu’s nothing that will hurt you.” Mao informed.

“Fine, one technique.”

“No, three.” Mao informed.

“No fair, one!” Mika practically growled, stomping he foot in emphasis.

“Three or no deal.”

“Two?” Mika tried.

Looking down at the other girl Mao just sighed, she felt like she was signing her soul to the devil. “Fine two. Let me go get my stuff, meet me out front”


Finally alone in her room Mao just looked at Kumo-Kuro helplessly. “I’m going to regret that, I know it.” Sighing Mao made her way around her room, picking up Kumo-Kuro and securing him to her back, as well as attaching her holster to her leg. Making her way over too her desk Mao grab too scrolls that where separated from the rest. Pocketing the one she opened the other.




Genwaku Haibun no Jutsu - (Blinding Deafening Technique)
Rank: "C" Rank
Skill: GenJutsu
Effect: Causes Blindness, or Defness upon a person for an amount of time.
Special: "Dog, Boar, Ox, Dragon, Ram"
Drawback: The user is only capable of using one technique at a time, this means that if a user uses one form either Blinding or Deafening against a few or one opponent, the user is unable to turn and start using the other on the same or even a different opponent. The user's hand must touch the ground and must stay along the ground which may keep them somewhat fulnerable if the time is finally done.
Description: The user performs a few handseals as they slam their hand down against the very ground. The user spreads forth their chakra in a hundred foot radius from them as they create an illusion within that dome. That illusion messes with one of the two senses of the human body. One is the sense of Site, and the other is the sense of Sound. Those who step into this radius radius will be affected by the illusion as the user picks one of the two they wish to have striken away from the opponents. The illusion is that they can not see, nor hear within the very radius and are unable to understand all around as the one of the two senses is disrupted. If the opponents leave the radius, or if the user removes their hand the opponents is still under the illusion for still one round. For every Class that the user is the distance that the radius can be increased is by twenty feet. If the user is a GenJutsu Specialist however the distance increases by twenty five feet, while a GenJutsu Master is increased by thirty feet.
Limit: There is no Limit




Figuring that would be a good one to start with Mao placed the scroll into her pocket next to the other one before making her way over to the window. Looking down she noticed that Mika was below her. Smirking to herself Mao positioned herself before dropping down next to the girl, grinning in satisfaction as Mika jumped about a foot in the air.

“Don’t do that!” Mika practically shouted, clutching her hand to her chest.

“Don’t scare so easily then.” Mao said flippantly as they made there way down the street, side by side with as much distance as possible between them. There was a tense silence as they made there way to the training grounds, taking a few minutes to find an empty one.

Mika just stood in the center of the clearing, hands on her hips. “Now what?” she asked sharply. Mao just ignored her as she removed Kumo-Kuro from her back, placing him at the base of a tree.

“Your still playing with that creepy thing.” Mika said with a shudder as she glanced at Kumo-Kuro.

“Yes and Kumo-Kuro’s not creepy. He’s unique.” Mao informed the other girl who just looked at her like she had grown another head.

“It’s a puppet.” Mika said as if she was talking to a four year old.

“I’m aware of that.” Mao said flatly.

“It in-adamant, it’s not real.”

“Can you see him? Touch him? Then he’s real.” Mao said sharply. Making her way over to the other girl.

“That not what I meant. He’s not alive, he cant talk.” She said smugly.

“Oh really?” said Mao’s voice, only it came from Kumo-Kuro as she activated Puppet Ventriloquism. But it had the desired results as Mika jumped into the air in again, before glaring at Mao darkly. “Ok what do I have to do, let’s hurry this up.”

Still smirking Mao just waived her hand at the other girl. “Just go stand in over there and when I use the technique just tell me if you can still see and hear.” She informed.

“Your going to make me go deft AND blind. No thanks.”

“Its and illusion, your not really going to make you deft and blind. Besides it only does one at a time.” Mao said smugly.

Glaring at the other girl Mika made her way into the center of the learning, about 15 feet away from Mao before she dropped herself onto the ground loudly, crossing her arms with a pout.

Shaking her head Mao just smirked before making her way threw the handseals.

Dog,

Boar,

Ox,

Dragon,

Ram


Slamming her hands down onto the ground Mao thought.


Genwaku Haibun no Jutsu


(SIGHT)

[Yun.]

I already read the C-rank training before so..

+7

7|30

[Takashi Mao]

Hands still placed on the ground Mao looked up at Maki how was looking at her with a blank expression. “Can you still see?” Mao questioned.

Mika just clicked her tongue. “Of course dimwit.” She replied sharply.

Mao just glared at the other girl. ‘I’m so going to enjoy the next Genjutsu I try on her.’ Mao thought evilly before forming at the task at hand. She had gone threw the seals correctly, but it didn’t seem as if there was enough charka in the ability to make it work. Placing her hands in the correct position Mao ran threw the seals again.


Dog,

Boar,

Ox,

Dragon,

Ram


Slamming her hands down to the ground.


‘Genwaku Haibun no Jutsu’


(SIGHT)


Feeling the charka flowing from her palms this time Mao had more hope as she looked up at Mika for conformation. “Anything?” Mao asked.

“Ya I think it worked a little that time.” Mika answered.

“Really?” Mao smirked slightly at the other girl.

“No, I lied, you still suck.” Mika said sharply, smirking as she saw Mao’s face drop.

“Look, if your not going to help then get the hell out of here.” Mao practically shouted, standing up sharply.

“Woh, woh, calm down. It’s no big deal.” Mika said, putting her hands in front of her in a ‘don’t attack me’ motion.

Mao just growled at the other girl, using what little self restraint she had left to keep from beating the other girl down. “Look this may not be a big deal to you, but it is to me. This technique working or not can mean the difference between people living or dieing. If I don’t get it right, then try to use it in the field it could get me or other people killed! You all might just think I’m a little girl playing ninja but in the ninja world there is no playing! You live or you die. You save lives or you get people killed. Simple as that!” by this point Mao was red in the face, painting slightly, her knuckles white from the grip of her fists.

Mika looked at the other girl; shock clear on her face as she tried to processes what had just been thrown at her. There was a few minutes of silence where all that was heard was Mao’s heavy breathing before Mika broke the silence. “Ok. Lets try again.” She said quietly, legs crossed and hands in her lap as she looked at Mao, waiting for her to continue.

Mao just looked at the other girl for a moment, waiting to see if she was just going to turn around and mock her again, but when she just sat there, waiting silently. Finally Mao nodded and got into the ready position again. Nether girl might have noticed it but there respect for the other had gone up slightly. Very slightly, but there just the same.

Taking a deep breath Mao rushed threw the seals.

Dog,

Boar,

Ox,

Dragon,

Ram


Slamming her hands down to the ground.


‘Genwaku Haibun no Jutsu’

(SIGHT)


Mao could see her charka shimmer across the ground, managing to get just a few feet past where Mika was sitting. Painting slightly Mao looked up at the other girl, hands still in place on the ground.

Mika squinted slightly, cocking her head to the side. “It’s a little darker, not much. It kinda seems like there’s a shadow over everything.”

Nodding in response to the girl Mao stood back up on slightly shaky knees. ‘need more charka…’ she thought to herself before placing her hands in the correct seals.


Dog,

Boar,

Ox,

Dragon,

Ram

‘-Slam!-

Genwaku Haibun no Jutsu’

(SIGHT)

[Tieren]

+6
(13/30)

[Takashi Mao]

This time Mao could see the ripple of charka pass threw her hands and down across the ground. When it moved past the 100 meter mark thou Mao knew she had done something wrong. Mika gasped lightly grabbing her eyes and Mao released the technique.

“Dam it Takashi!” Mika growled rubbing her watering eyes, trying to get the white spots out of her vision.

Mao for her part was bent over painting, her earlier frustration had obviously messed with her judgment and she was putting far too much charka into the technique and wasn’t managing it correctly.

Sucking in large gulps of air Mao sat back on her heals, whipping some sweet of her brow. “Sorry.” She muttered tiredly. “Just give me a few minutes to catch my breath.” She said quietly, wishing she had grabs another water bottle on the way out of the house.

Mika for her part paused in rubbing her eyes, glancing over at Mao dubbed over forum Mika just sighed to herself. Getting up the blond brushed off her shorts, picked up her handbag before making her way towards the exit of the training grounds.

“Wait! Where are you going, where not done yet.” Mao called after her, getting up on shaky feet. Mika just waved a hand over her shoulder. “I’ll be back, you need a break anyways. Don’t worry ill be back in 15 minutes.” She told the other girl as she continued to walk away.

For her part Mao just winched, thinking about how weak she must have looked, not even being able to use that one technique. ‘But you where throwing around at lot of wasted charka.’ She reminded herself. ‘Probably could of managed an A rank with all the wasted energy.’ She mused. Making her way over to Kumo-Kuro Mao dropped herself down beside her puppet, leaning against the one of the few trees that could survive in the climate of wind country.

In the afternoon heat Mao couldn’t help closing her eyes, slipping off into a light doze.

--20 minute time skip--

Mika was just making her way into the clearing, bag in hand when she noticed Mao passed out under the tree next to that creepy thing that she called a puppet. Smirking slightly, Mika stepped very carefully as walked over the sleeping girl, intent on scaring her awake. Stopping in front of her Mika reached her hand out to smack the girl. With her hand just inches away Mao’s own hand shot out, grabbing the blond’s wrist and flipping them so she was pinned to the ground.

“Crap, Yamawaki. Don’t scare me like that.” Mao muttered, putting away the Kunai that she had pressed to the back of the other girl’s neck.

“This is what I get for being nice?” Mika asked sharply, standing back up she brushed off her short. Picking up the bag she had dropped back up she reached inside and handed a water bottle over to the slight dumbfounded Mao.

“Here, take it before I change my mind.” Mika muttered, turning her head to the side. Mao just smiled up at the other girl, taking the bottle she opened it and greedily drank down half of it at once.

“Ya know…” Mao started, as she stared at the empty training ground past where the two of them where resting. “Maybe you’re not so bad after all.”

Mika just snorted. “I guess I’m just not trying hard enough. Besides, if you die then I wont get to learn that Gunjutsu thingy.” And with that Mika made her way back into the middle of the field.

‘Ok, she’s still a jerk.’ Mao thought with a sigh as she stood as well, placing her now empty bottle beside Kumo-Kuro before making her way over to Mika. Standing about 10 feet away from the other girl she ran threw the signs again, this time making sure to keep her charka under control better.


Dog,

Boar,

Ox,

Dragon,

Ram


-Slam!-


‘Genwaku Haibun no Jutsu’


(SIGHT)

[hayashi]

+6

{19/30}