Two and the Same (Training/Open)
Jun 20, 2008 21:02:33 GMT -7
Post by Kaizu| Keru Kaguya on Jun 20, 2008 21:02:33 GMT -7
Shikuma lurched clumsily backwards. He had fallen, probably from some form of blow, to a flat surface of mossy grass. Just behind him lay a small, open lake. Endless rain pelted from the sky, as almost always in the Country of Rain and the Village, which was only about 2km from this particular spot. And though you would've thought the twins to be deathly cold, in truth, rain did not bother them all anymore. The landscape, though it seemed drowsy because of the endless rain, was quite pleasant, grass fields stretching in all direction, of which after was barred by a great stream of tightly-packed trees in all directions but one, down which snaked a long, windy path that seemed to travel on and on past the horizon.
The white-haired Futakongo brother coughed loudly in his fallen state, a streak of blood dripping gently down from his mouth. But despite the pain, he looked up to meet a gazing mauve stare and smiled. Ookuma had clearly struck his brother, but judging by the blue-eyed boy's grin, it was not a serious assailment. "Alright Ookuma, you win." Shikuma declared, lifting his trembling body upwards. Ookuma, being slightly more the quiet-type than his sibling, smiled with satisfaction as he waited for his brother to rise to his feet. When the defeated boy did, Ookuma slipped slowly around to his brother's back and silently began to slip inwards, as he seemed to mutate and connect to his brother completely.
After this process had been dealt with, Shikuma growled. He muttered under his breath words so quite not even Ookuma, who was just behind the controlling brother's head, could not hear. "Bastard. You always win. Well I'll show you. I've been wanting to do this for a while now, and it seems perfect for me to learn the technique at this instant." With that, he brought a hand across his body and dug deep into his left pocket.
After a few seconds of rummaging around in the depths of his trouser compartment, he pulled out a large roll, which appeared to have some sort of painted paper rapped neatly around it, several times. Shikuma silently pulled the scroll from his pocket as if it looked greedy, clearly his eagerness to educate himself within this Jutsu was very high indeed. He gripped a small etch of paper stuck out from the roll with his index finger and thumb, and, applying a tiny amount of pressure to its structure with the opposite hand, he pulled at it, unraveling its contents before his eyes. It was a Water-Ninjutsu scroll, that much was clear; it was painted blue and had the Kanji of "Mizu" written upon one side.
The blue opals of the white-haired brother slid cleanly down the single-paged scroll, which seemed to have appeared thicker when rapped up. Written in Japanese writing was astounding information about a technique Shikuma had just been itching to learn;
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The instructions stated the hand-seals, certainly the most important piece of this technique's description. He read them carefully; Dog, Dragon, Rat. After reading over a few parts of the technique again, he raveled up the scroll's single page, certainly more perplexed and messier than it had first been when he slipped its contents open, and packed it away as quickly as he could into the same pocket he had brought it out of.
Shikuma was a little unsure of his skill to learn this Jutsu at first, when he paced dreamily over to the little open lake that lay just to the right of the middle of this small area that he and his brother used to come to allot when they were practicing their Academy techniques. But that was behind him now. He was learning one of his first real higher-ranked Ninjutsu techniques, so he knew he would not have the time to dwell on past memories.
He twisted his body around at the side of the large pond, swinging his stare directly ahead, as if there was actually something there to gaze at. He lowered his body downwards, for no real particular reason, and lifted his hands upwards, spreading his fingers outwards, preparing to perform the jutsus hand signals. Already, chakra was beginning to mix and swirl throughout the Genin's body and churning up through his chakra network, and it was almost as if Shikuma was blazing on fire with the mystical blue energy itself. But it was time to utilize this great energy, and the first step began with the Dog hand-seal.
A single fist and a single palm to cross over initiated the Dog hand-sign. But the movement was lightning fast. In Academy days, Shikuma was very skilled at hand-signal performing, and had been one of the top in the class, though his skills were not very widely known. The next hand-seal started by bringing his fingers outwards and clutching them together, thumbs poked out and triangle-d at the top, initiating a large spurt of chakra into the white-haired brother's hands. The last was the rat, a single hand clasped over the other, and then came the shout;
The water swirled and tingled, at first a bit lamely, but slowly and surely, Shikuma's chakra was juicing it up. He began to grip the Rat seal more tightly, attempting to drench the water in his chakra, so he could utilize the technique. But that was easier said than done. He squinted, made a small grunting, and the chakra seemed to do a semi-burst before uplifting a little. Was this a good result, or bad?
The blue-eyed Futakongo began to tremble. His hands shook. The water billowed upwards in the messiest of waves, snaking around a little before eventually becoming a little more controlled. The chakra was failing. Shikuma knew that his energy was running out. He did not have much longer to go or discipline over the water force would dispel and his chakra would fly away into nothingness. But he held fast, then, at last, he shouted a small, strong shout and an explosive force drove the wave forward.
It seemed to almost glide upon the water. It slid coolly along the water's surface, very fast indeed. The burst of water caused by an overload of chakra had started its engine, and it was gliding across the water, before hitting the other edge and splatting down on the already sodden-from-the-rain grass.
The white-haired Futakongo brother coughed loudly in his fallen state, a streak of blood dripping gently down from his mouth. But despite the pain, he looked up to meet a gazing mauve stare and smiled. Ookuma had clearly struck his brother, but judging by the blue-eyed boy's grin, it was not a serious assailment. "Alright Ookuma, you win." Shikuma declared, lifting his trembling body upwards. Ookuma, being slightly more the quiet-type than his sibling, smiled with satisfaction as he waited for his brother to rise to his feet. When the defeated boy did, Ookuma slipped slowly around to his brother's back and silently began to slip inwards, as he seemed to mutate and connect to his brother completely.
After this process had been dealt with, Shikuma growled. He muttered under his breath words so quite not even Ookuma, who was just behind the controlling brother's head, could not hear. "Bastard. You always win. Well I'll show you. I've been wanting to do this for a while now, and it seems perfect for me to learn the technique at this instant." With that, he brought a hand across his body and dug deep into his left pocket.
After a few seconds of rummaging around in the depths of his trouser compartment, he pulled out a large roll, which appeared to have some sort of painted paper rapped neatly around it, several times. Shikuma silently pulled the scroll from his pocket as if it looked greedy, clearly his eagerness to educate himself within this Jutsu was very high indeed. He gripped a small etch of paper stuck out from the roll with his index finger and thumb, and, applying a tiny amount of pressure to its structure with the opposite hand, he pulled at it, unraveling its contents before his eyes. It was a Water-Ninjutsu scroll, that much was clear; it was painted blue and had the Kanji of "Mizu" written upon one side.
The blue opals of the white-haired brother slid cleanly down the single-paged scroll, which seemed to have appeared thicker when rapped up. Written in Japanese writing was astounding information about a technique Shikuma had just been itching to learn;
Suiton: Chiisaimizubakahatsu (Tiny Water Explosion)
Rank: “D”
Type: Ninjutsu
Effect: Creates a small wave of water that rushes towards an opponent.
Special: Dog, Dragon, Rat
Drawback: N/A
Description: The user performs the handseals described in special. There, they release chakra into the water and send a small tidal wave (about five feet tall) towards the opponent. The water moves at a speed of about ten miles per hour, so a direct hit from the water can be painful, but not life-threatening.
Limit: Water Release
Rank: “D”
Type: Ninjutsu
Effect: Creates a small wave of water that rushes towards an opponent.
Special: Dog, Dragon, Rat
Drawback: N/A
Description: The user performs the handseals described in special. There, they release chakra into the water and send a small tidal wave (about five feet tall) towards the opponent. The water moves at a speed of about ten miles per hour, so a direct hit from the water can be painful, but not life-threatening.
Limit: Water Release
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The instructions stated the hand-seals, certainly the most important piece of this technique's description. He read them carefully; Dog, Dragon, Rat. After reading over a few parts of the technique again, he raveled up the scroll's single page, certainly more perplexed and messier than it had first been when he slipped its contents open, and packed it away as quickly as he could into the same pocket he had brought it out of.
Shikuma was a little unsure of his skill to learn this Jutsu at first, when he paced dreamily over to the little open lake that lay just to the right of the middle of this small area that he and his brother used to come to allot when they were practicing their Academy techniques. But that was behind him now. He was learning one of his first real higher-ranked Ninjutsu techniques, so he knew he would not have the time to dwell on past memories.
He twisted his body around at the side of the large pond, swinging his stare directly ahead, as if there was actually something there to gaze at. He lowered his body downwards, for no real particular reason, and lifted his hands upwards, spreading his fingers outwards, preparing to perform the jutsus hand signals. Already, chakra was beginning to mix and swirl throughout the Genin's body and churning up through his chakra network, and it was almost as if Shikuma was blazing on fire with the mystical blue energy itself. But it was time to utilize this great energy, and the first step began with the Dog hand-seal.
A single fist and a single palm to cross over initiated the Dog hand-sign. But the movement was lightning fast. In Academy days, Shikuma was very skilled at hand-signal performing, and had been one of the top in the class, though his skills were not very widely known. The next hand-seal started by bringing his fingers outwards and clutching them together, thumbs poked out and triangle-d at the top, initiating a large spurt of chakra into the white-haired brother's hands. The last was the rat, a single hand clasped over the other, and then came the shout;
Inu! Ryu! Nezumi! Suiton: Chiisaimizubakahatsu!
The water swirled and tingled, at first a bit lamely, but slowly and surely, Shikuma's chakra was juicing it up. He began to grip the Rat seal more tightly, attempting to drench the water in his chakra, so he could utilize the technique. But that was easier said than done. He squinted, made a small grunting, and the chakra seemed to do a semi-burst before uplifting a little. Was this a good result, or bad?
The blue-eyed Futakongo began to tremble. His hands shook. The water billowed upwards in the messiest of waves, snaking around a little before eventually becoming a little more controlled. The chakra was failing. Shikuma knew that his energy was running out. He did not have much longer to go or discipline over the water force would dispel and his chakra would fly away into nothingness. But he held fast, then, at last, he shouted a small, strong shout and an explosive force drove the wave forward.
It seemed to almost glide upon the water. It slid coolly along the water's surface, very fast indeed. The burst of water caused by an overload of chakra had started its engine, and it was gliding across the water, before hitting the other edge and splatting down on the already sodden-from-the-rain grass.
