Homesick (Training)
Nov 24, 2007 1:15:04 GMT -7
Post by Demi on Nov 24, 2007 1:15:04 GMT -7
After the ordeal made her sick, she looked around the area. The large lake laid out in front of her in front of her, glistening in late afternoon sun. Her stomach hurt to the point of wanting to throw up… She was homesick already? She had nothing back at Konoha. A team member she never met, and team mate who she hardly knew. Here, she could train hard with this, Teramune, guy. Someone she was putting her life in the hands of, and Karasu… Who probably wanted her to go jump off a damn cliff!
She growled loudly and held her face, as if she were to claw her damn eyes out. She hardly understood where the hell she was! And a new name!? Bullsh*t!
Her scream nearly sounded like a low roar as she sink her nails into her skin, and held her face for a few more seconds, then released. As her nails dug out of her face, spots of blood emerged from the indentations. But they did not bother her; as they were minor and only felt like a tight pinch.
Frustrated with the world, this new land, this traveling bullsh*t, Teramune, and above all, herself, she tossed the scroll into the grass and threw herself on the ground. She clenched her fists and hit the ground. She knew she wasn’t a child throwing a temper tantrum, and took a deep breath in, letting the air out through her nostrils slowly.
The scroll opened out on the soft grass and she skimmed the words over and over, finding it hard for herself to concentrate. Her head was pounding, and her mind had her trapped.
(0/30)
She gritted her teeth and shook her head madly, loosening up her shoulders. Jumping to her feet, she shook her hands and practiced the hand seals needed for this jutsu. She tensed up with every movement, and growled loudly, shaking her hands furiously.
Again, she brought her hands up as they tingled with annoyance. She was planning to leanr her other jutsu, not yet this. But she had to. Her eyes narrowed and she quickly went through the hand seals, not even caring if she did them correctly.
However, she could feel nothing different, and the environment remained the same.
“Damnit!” she growled, and smacked herself in the forehead. She was more mad than annoyed… She kicked her sandalia off, and the cool grass sent a sense of ease into her, for it was the only familiar thing in this foreign land. She sighed and closed her eyes for a few minutes, then opened them, and looked around.
She waved her hands loosely, and brought them to her chest. She knew she needed patience for this… She needed to try. However, it was not promised.
She carefully formed her hands into the needed seals. She practiced over and over until she felt them flow with ease. With a few more tries, her speed increased, and she was getting the hang of it.
She stopped as her arms grew tense and she shook it off, and pushed her messy hair out of her face. She knelt down, plucked a piece of grass from the earth, and quickly tied her hair up so it would remain out of her face. Normally it would not bother her, but right now she had no patience.
Standing back up, she waved her hands loosely, and preformed the hand seals. The weirdest feeling overcame her body… She felt loose and wavy, as the chakra seemed to sprout from in her. She concentrated hard, but she felt the chakra was weak, as she felt her skin tingle with dull energy. She took a look over at the lake, and a very, very light fog, which looked much like the steam back at home where the bucket had steamed… The thought of this busted her head open and she closed her eyes tight, the feeling fading quickly.
She shook her head and sighed lightly. Shoving it out of her head as much as she could, she began the hand seals again. The awkward feeling engulfed her yet again, as she could feel the weak buzz of energy running through her veins.
She growled loudly and held her face, as if she were to claw her damn eyes out. She hardly understood where the hell she was! And a new name!? Bullsh*t!
Her scream nearly sounded like a low roar as she sink her nails into her skin, and held her face for a few more seconds, then released. As her nails dug out of her face, spots of blood emerged from the indentations. But they did not bother her; as they were minor and only felt like a tight pinch.
Frustrated with the world, this new land, this traveling bullsh*t, Teramune, and above all, herself, she tossed the scroll into the grass and threw herself on the ground. She clenched her fists and hit the ground. She knew she wasn’t a child throwing a temper tantrum, and took a deep breath in, letting the air out through her nostrils slowly.
The scroll opened out on the soft grass and she skimmed the words over and over, finding it hard for herself to concentrate. Her head was pounding, and her mind had her trapped.
Kirigakure no Jutsu (Hidden Mist Skill)
Rank: "C" Rank
Skill: NinJutsu
Effect: A Skill where a user uses the water around them to create a massive mist to fill around the user.
Special: Handseals
Drawback: ---
Description: A skill which creates a very dense fog that decreases the surrounding visibility to near zero. It produces an environment perfect for a silent assassin who follows an opponent through sound. This mist can not be blown away by any type of Wind Jutsu.
Limit: Water Release
Rank: "C" Rank
Skill: NinJutsu
Effect: A Skill where a user uses the water around them to create a massive mist to fill around the user.
Special: Handseals
Drawback: ---
Description: A skill which creates a very dense fog that decreases the surrounding visibility to near zero. It produces an environment perfect for a silent assassin who follows an opponent through sound. This mist can not be blown away by any type of Wind Jutsu.
Limit: Water Release
(0/30)
She gritted her teeth and shook her head madly, loosening up her shoulders. Jumping to her feet, she shook her hands and practiced the hand seals needed for this jutsu. She tensed up with every movement, and growled loudly, shaking her hands furiously.
Again, she brought her hands up as they tingled with annoyance. She was planning to leanr her other jutsu, not yet this. But she had to. Her eyes narrowed and she quickly went through the hand seals, not even caring if she did them correctly.
However, she could feel nothing different, and the environment remained the same.
“Damnit!” she growled, and smacked herself in the forehead. She was more mad than annoyed… She kicked her sandalia off, and the cool grass sent a sense of ease into her, for it was the only familiar thing in this foreign land. She sighed and closed her eyes for a few minutes, then opened them, and looked around.
She waved her hands loosely, and brought them to her chest. She knew she needed patience for this… She needed to try. However, it was not promised.
She carefully formed her hands into the needed seals. She practiced over and over until she felt them flow with ease. With a few more tries, her speed increased, and she was getting the hang of it.
She stopped as her arms grew tense and she shook it off, and pushed her messy hair out of her face. She knelt down, plucked a piece of grass from the earth, and quickly tied her hair up so it would remain out of her face. Normally it would not bother her, but right now she had no patience.
Standing back up, she waved her hands loosely, and preformed the hand seals. The weirdest feeling overcame her body… She felt loose and wavy, as the chakra seemed to sprout from in her. She concentrated hard, but she felt the chakra was weak, as she felt her skin tingle with dull energy. She took a look over at the lake, and a very, very light fog, which looked much like the steam back at home where the bucket had steamed… The thought of this busted her head open and she closed her eyes tight, the feeling fading quickly.
She shook her head and sighed lightly. Shoving it out of her head as much as she could, she began the hand seals again. The awkward feeling engulfed her yet again, as she could feel the weak buzz of energy running through her veins.