Beginning of a Long Day (Training)

[Shinji Yanama]

Suichuu (Underwater)
Rank: D
Skill: Ninjutsu
Effect: Allows the user stay underwater for some time.

Difficulty Class
D Rank Difficulty Class - 20 minutes

Special: ----
Drawback: After returning to surface the user must rest half of the time used underwater. As example, if the user has stayed under for 20 minutes, he’ll have to rest 10 minutes before the jutsu can be used again.
Description: Simple technique used by channeling chakra to mouth, lungs, ears and eyes. With chakra moved to mouth and lungs the user gathers air from the water and is able breath underwater, chakra guided to ears protects from the aching caused by pressure, lenses of chakra protecting eyes work like swim goggles.
Limit: Anyone can learn it, the techinque doesn’t even need a scroll, smart ninjas should be able to figure out the process on their own.

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The sun slowly rose as it peeked over the dim horizon to reveal a desolated town known as the Hidden Mist Village. Bodies of drunkards lay stretched out in the middle of the streets. Their breath heavy with alcohol and their body wretched with the smell of corrosion and death; whether or not they were alive was unknown. The streets marred with motionless bodies and stray animal remained silent except for muffled cries of newborns as they lay abandoned in trashcans and brothels. It was a brisk and rare morning. The usually mist of the village remained thin and the warm light of the sun shone brightly on the land. It would prove a good day for tanning the pale, training the weak, and growing frail plants deprived of solar aid.

The squeak of an old wooden door cracked the silence of the tranquil morning as a young boy opened the door of his home and stepped into the streets he was home to. His azure hair hung loosely down the back of his head while the metal plates on his black gloves gleamed in the sunlight. The Hidden Mist Village insignia was bore on them showing that this tall young man was a ninja of some sorts. His azure eyes were filled with an unconditional passion that was rarely seen in a place such as this. However, he wouldn’t be spending his time here this morning. He quickly but silently moved towards the roof of a crumbling building. The structure was riddled with holes and any drastic actions would cause it to collapse. Shinji pushed gently off the building to avoid destruction and flew high into the air. His azure eyes scanned the area as if searching for something.

“Yes, there it is.” The boy said to himself as his eyes locked onto a vacant lot. There was nothing special about this lot except for a small mass of water which rested in the center of the dirt circle. The area was surrounded by a white picket fence which paint was beginning to peel off. The fence itself was beginning to give way to old age. It looked as if it was from the first making of this village, but that was impossible, however, one couldn’t doubt such a thing.

Shinji landed in the center of the small pool. He stood a top it and looked down into the deep abyss which he’d soon embrace. He formed the rat hand seal before he closed his eyes and slowed his breathing channeling his chakra so that he may perform the Jutsu. First he focused on the lungs and mouth and eased his chakra into them letting it flow naturally. His breathing rate steadied and he relinquished his water walking technique so that his body may fall into the pool.

His form remained constant as he slowly sunk into the abyss. He opened his mouth and as expected he could breathe within the water. He tried speech and breathed in and out as if he was above surface. Suddenly a pain became to pulsate from his ears which were beginning to suffer from the depth he was sinking into. This, however, marked the next part of mastering this Jutsu.

“Alright focus Shinji this is the easiest part. You’ve already got the breathing down now all you need to do is focus your chakra into your ears and eyes.”

Shinji made another slow breath and channeled his chakra into his ears. He formed a thin coating within both ears so that it will protect him from any further pain. Slowly the throbbing lessened and in a few seconds the pain which pulsated from his ears diminished. Shinji made a soft smile at his success, but he wasn’t done yet. He had to mold his chakra into a protective coating for his eyes as well. He slowly opened his eyes, but when he did all he could see was blue chakra. He closed his eyes and his smile ended.

“Too much.” He thought to himself before lessening the amount of chakra so that he’d be able to see. “Alright, I hope it works this time.”

Shinji opened his eyes and though he was several feet below water he was greeted by something beautiful. He found himself floating in an illuminated room which consisted of a numerous amount of glowing plants. He’d never seen underwater plants such as these, but at the tip of their thin green leaves rested small luminescent bulbs of light which shone in the dark abyss. They produced a beautiful pale light and Shinji slowly reached out to grasp one before stopping to think, “I’d rather not mar the beauty I see here. I doubt that many will journey to this place so I just pray others will appreciate this scene as I do, and in consequence refrain from the destruction of the aesthetic.”

Shinji looked back up at the faintly shining surface and began a brisk swim towards it. Suddenly, however, the technique ended and Shinji realized that he’d been beneath the surface for nearly twenty minutes. His swimming accelerated as a he rapidly swam for the surface; his lungs screaming for oxygen. He shot through the surface flying onto the dirt which surrounded the lake. He breathed exasperated as he rapidly inhaled and exhaled gasping for air. After about a minute his breathing began to return to slow and the soaked child sat at the edge of the small body taking of his shoes and socks so that he may rest his feet in the cool, refreshing water.

[Ready to be judged]

[|Ayame Unbound|]

Learned. You're supposed to PM us for grading by the way xD Helps us work faster and you be graded faster so it's no bother.

[Shinji Yanama]

(OOC: Thanks, I didn't know.)

Oboro Bunshin no Jutsu (Mist Clone Skill)
Rank: "C" Rank
Skill: NinJutsu
Effect: Allows a user to create clones out of Mist.
Special: Serpent, Tiger, Dragon, Monkey, Bird, Tiger
Drawback: ----
Description: A technique which creates clones with the properties of mist. Although the clones are unable to inflict damage on an opponent, any physical attacks attempted on them pass right through. Depending on the user's class level is dependent on how well and how much the user is capable of performing at one given time. If the user is "D" Class they are capable of performing four Clones at once. If the user is "C" Class they are capable of performing eight clones at once. If the user is "B" Class they are capable of performing sixteen clones at once. If the user is "A" Class they are capable of performing thirty two clones at once. If the user is "S" Class they are capable of performing sixty four clones at once. If the user is to be considered a non NinJutsu specialist the number is reduced by two for every class level that the user becomes, and if the user is a NinJutsu Master the number increases by two for every class level they become.
Limit: Water Release

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Shinji gently kicked his feet back and forth in relaxing pool of water as he stared up at the sky. Not that much time had passed since he’d learned the previous technique, the sky was still light and they had yet to take its glorious place at the peak of the sky. Only about an hour had traversed since he’d learned the Jutsu and even though he was still shook from the terrible feeling of drowning he could still practice a few lower level Jutsu or try and master one high level one. He certainly had enough time as until about 3:00 P.M. the daily orphans which his mom sheltered wouldn’t be eating lunch. At that time he’d have to return home and help his loving mom with the task of gathering and cooking food. He’d already had places in mind where he'd gather food, but for now he’d made up his mind on which Jutsu he’d be learning.

The Oboro Bushin No Jutsu; it was the trademark cloning Jutsu of the Hidden Mist village and it was strange that this young shinobi had not already mastered this technique. It wasn’t required in the academy, but the majority of the Genin populace new the technique by heart so they could brag about their skill. This was mainly due to the fact it was a C-Rank technique and though most Genin learned techniques of this level it was difficult to do so. Especially for newly graduated ones, but Shinji never did care for others’ comments. He new a variety of Jutsu and his versatile and intellect was his weapons. However, since he was near a good source of water and he was feeling real good he might as well practice it.

Shinji pulled his feet out of the water and stood fully erect by the pool’s side. He then formed the tiger hand seal and closed his eyes. Before executing the technique he’d have to grasp the entire concept. He knew of the regular cloning jutsu taught to all academy students, but it lacked physical property and that is what made it so easy to use. The meticulous task of shaping physical substance through precise control of chakra was absent in the formation of regular Bushin. All you have to do is weave your chakra in such away that an image of your likeness is formed. Perhaps this basic concept is the outlying concept for all cloning Jutsu including in the infamous Kage Bushin No Jutsu. However, this lowly Genin was far from learning or mastering such a technique. It was forbidden and only learned by the greatest and most powerful ninja to walk these lands. Yet, one couldn’t hope but dream of one day possessing such a Jutsu. Regardless, this young one needed to focus on this technique for now.

Shinji breathed in and out deeply as he imagined the formation of water in his mind applying it to the original concept of cloning. First he’d begin with something easier. Shinji channeled his charka throughout his body and as the magical force coursed through his body his heart pace quickened. Soon his being was surrounded by a soft blue flame which remained a testimony to his gather of energy. He then opened his eyes and released a short burst of chakra which brought forth a white smoke that enveloped the Genin. Only a shadowy figure could be seen amidst the smoke and as it settles it was revealed two people stood in the midst of the confusion.

The first being the original Shinji and the second a clone of all his likeness; from the length of his fingers to tone of voice, this was in all ways Shinji. Only a highly skilled shinobi wielding powerful Doujutsu may be able to tell the difference between the two. However, on the surface they were one and the same, yet remained two different people. The two look-a-likes stood motionless with their hands by their side and a small grin on their face. They turned their heads to look at each other and the real Shinji said, “Hey me.”

[Shinji Yanama]

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The clone responded, “Sup, me.”

Shinji replied with a puzzled look, “But I’m me.”

The clone replied with an equally puzzled, “If you are me than who am I?”

Shinji answered reassuringly, “You are you.”

The clone looking even more confused said, “But if I am you are you are me than who is I?”

Shinji bewildered by the conversation laughed in sequence with the clone before saying, “Alright you know why I summoned you so now that I’ve got the basic concept goodbye,” Shinji waved his hand and the clone gave him the peace sign before vanishing into a small puff of smoke. Shinji’s grin reverted to a serious stare which was focused on the body of water before him. He clapped his hands together and formed the tiger hand seal before saying, “Oboro Bushin No Jutsu!”

Immediately afterwards his chakra spiked and the light blue flame from before burned larger as this shinobi amassed his energy to perform the technique. Then with a sudden peak in his chakra amass the water within the pool became animated as it gather in the space adjacent to the shinobi who focused intently on the execution of the Jutsu. What started as a small orb of water which was being woven together by streams of water coming from the pool slowly morphed into something bigger and grander.

The orb began to grow and take shape into something. An arm, a leg, and mouth, and nose; what could it be? Slowly the creation came to a finish as its feet touched the ground and the liquid surface grew facial features and coloration. Once the transformation was complete what stood next to the towering Shinji was a three foot version of him with no hair, a uni-brow, and what looked like to be facial hair… on his nose. This strange looking; supposed clone of Shinji looked up at Shinji with its one, large eye saying in a sarcastic voice, “You did real good Shinji. You managed to make something that not even the drunks at the brother would screw no matter how intoxicated.”

Shinji stood in awe dumbfounded by his poor skill. He sighed before snapping his fingers and dispatching the clone which reverted back to a pool of water which lay unanimated next to Shinji. This depressed young boy stared into the pool of murky water which bore a vague reflection of himself. He was frowning and a dull and shameful look lived within his azure eyes. With an exasperated tone Shinji said, “Wow… that thing looked nothing like me. I’m glad no one saw that or they might have died from fear. That was just… pathetic…”

[Shinji Yanama]

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Shinji sighed and shrugged his shoulders before forming the tiger hand seal once more making another attempt at the difficult Jutsu. This time, however, he was very serious and his face usually adorned by a soft smile was cold with a frown. His eyes were closed and his chakra flowed once more as the blue flame engulfed him once more. He focused on the image of himself and aimed his chakra at the puddle beside him. He inhaled and exhaled deeply before saying, “Oboro Bushin No Jutsu.” Immediately the puddle became animated and the process began again.

However, this time it was much quicker. The orb of water quickly formed as it squirmed and took on the shape of Shinji’s likeness. It legs formed and then its arms and of course facial features. Everything was going well and as it received coloration and distinct features Shinji opened his eyes to see his creation. His azure eyes peered into azure eyes as he stared happy at his creation. He observed its facial features to see success, but as his eyes moved down to lower areas he noticed something else.

“You’re naked…” Shinji said in an embarrassed voice.

“Yep.” The clone replied, “You forgot my clothes.”

Shinji closed his eyes and snapped his fingers once more dispersing the duplicate. His shook his head in shame slapping his hand onto his eyes saying, “I can’t believe I forgot his clothes.” He sighed before gathering enough confidence to try the Jutsu once more. Third times the charm and for the love of humanity he prayed he’d get it right this time. He’d seen some disturbing things today and he wasn’t ready for another horrification. In fact he was about to throw-up right now as even though he’d seen certain parts of himself no one should ever have to see a clone of himself naked.

Shinji formed the tiger hand seal once more and screamed his lungs out as he said, “Oboro Bushin No Jutsu.” His chakra exploded and wove itself with the utmost care as water was drawn from the pool and puddle this time making three orbs of water which would soon be clones of Shinji’s likeness. If he failed this time he’d walk away, but as they began to take shape and adorn the normal features; this time with clothing, Shinji smiled. They took their shape and there before him stood three clones of himself. He opened his eyes and looked to the first. He squinted his eyes and asked him to smile. The clone did so and he had no teeth. Shinji shook his head before looking at the second. He asked him to smile as well and when he did pearly white teeth shone without fear. The clone smiled, but Shinji noticed that he had no tongue. He shook his head again and looked at the final one praying he was correct. He smiled, turned, and twisted so that Shinji could see every aspect of his outer being. After several minutes of inspection Shinji nodded his head in approval.

He dispersed the other two and said, “Good work me.”

[Elgar]

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[Shinji Yanama]

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“Well, I guess it’s that time… At 10:43 A.M. while casually walking away from the hospital Kadoma Gao was struck down by a stray kunai which was aimed for a fleeing criminal. The steel weapon cut across the front of his neck and Kadoma Gao collapsed inches in front of the hospital. He was left bleeding helplessly in front of what could’ve been medical assistance. Although, many passed by his bleeding body nobody stopped to help the young boy except to steal whatever belongings they could get as he gasped for air; screaming for help. His voice was said to shriek through the air and at 10:44 A.M. Kadoma Gao died alone with a terrified expression on his face. Kadoma Gao was six years old and he was walking home to his seventh birthday…”

Maybe it was this memory which turned the once proud demeanor of Shinji to sad and depressed. He was no longer smiling and he crouched down looking morbidly at the dirt ground beneath him. He cupped his hand and dug into the soft dirt. He brought his hand to his face and blew the dry earth across the air. He sighed before rising back up to his feat. He looked to his clone that stood with a similar expression on his face and said, “We have to get serious now. We can’t afford to waste much time or I’ll never accomplish their dreams. I said one day we’d escape this place. We have to get out of here someday; somehow; someway."

His clone nodded in agreement and Shinji did the same. The two closed their eyes and reached into their leather equipment pouches placed on the back of their left hips. They withdrew a kunai and slung it towards each other; the weapons colliding at the center distance between the two. The two quickly dashed at each other and Shinji performed a roundhouse kick aimed for the clone’s head. The clone crouched slightly before stepping into a right jab aimed at Shinji’s exposed stomach. The fist, however, went right through Shinji as the clone wasn’t solid, but merely a conjunction of mist and water.

Shinji walked towards the clone and had him stand still so that he could attempt several attacks on it to make sure that its form would be retained even if struck. Shinji stood inches from him in the same fully erect stance as the clone. Their feet planted on the ground, their hands at their sides, and their eyes locked emotionlessly in a stare into each others souls, although, one and the same. Without warning, Shinji executed a swift left jab followed by a right hook and a downwards elbow with the same arm. The barrage was finished by an even swifter roundhouse kick aimed at the stomach of his opponent. Shinji finished his combo with his right foot in the air; parallel to the ground unmoving in its position which phased right through the mist clone’s belly.

Pleased with the results Shinji rested his foot on the ground and banished the clone from existence so all that remained was a spur of mist.

[adero]

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[Shinji Yanama]

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: Hand seals
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

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The mist…

It was a dangerous thing. Beneath the murky cloaks of its ominous waters deeds of evil were committed by wicked men and woman who have lost themselves to greed, lust, and other selfish desires. Within the mist sight was impossible, death was prevalent, and life was lost. The mist provided as the eternal and ultimate darkness for all who dwelled within. It carried both the shrieks of dyeing soldiers and the blood of fallen ninjas. It showed no mercy to anyone and as easily as it could aid a skilled warrior it could take the life of powerful shinobi. It had been used, controlled, and understood by many with the Hidden Mist Village and this place had formed a technique to summon its power. Kiragakure No Jutsu; this technique had been created with only one purpose: to allow shinobi to kill their opponents without defense or detection. In the hands of the silent assassin it was a formidable Jutsu to be dealt with.

And now this young shinobi would attempt at mastering the technique which had become so infamous within and outside of his village. However, unlike the usual mist which enveloped this dark village the one he’d summon forth was thicker and a constant source of water. It allowed Shinji a covered for escape and a way to carry out swift actions without notice. Hence, the beauty of this technique, however, it wasn’t taught to newly Genin for a reason. It was a C-rank Jutsu and the only way for a shinobi to learn techniques of higher skill than he was constant practice; trial and error. If this young one were to learn or master this Jutsu he’d have to control his chakra with the precision of a Chunnin and even after using the technique he must learn a way to incorporate it into combat. The latter would prove the difficult part, but as the Genin sat in a meditating position he contemplated on the Jutsu. Forming the flow of chakra over and over in his head; the concept; the hand seals, they would all be needed to use the technique properly. So he continued his deep thoughts of performance and success preparing him for the actual execution.

He breathed in and out as gathered himself and tried to grasp the remains of chakra he had. He was beginning to run low due to previous training and his body wished to collapse and his mind told him to quit now. However, his heart guided by the dreams and lives of his deceased friends burned with passion to bring him to a higher level of power. He couldn’t quit now and as he thought of his friends and the past joy they had his body tensed. His face tightened and his chakra began to sprout forth. The light blue flame of mystical energy swirled around his body and he was prepared. He was going to begin the performance of the Jutsu.

[Exit]

[Shinji Yanama]

Pressing the palm of his hand on the ground and gathering his feet beneath him, the young Genin raised to a fully erect posture his scratched hands resting at his sides. He swung back and forth unconsciously as the exhaustion of training set in. His vision was blurred and his straightened arms bent in an L as he raised his hands slightly above his waist. His azure pupils examined his blurred and battered body. His legs trembled and the infected wounds across his back began to burn once more. It felt like alcohol was being poured onto opened wounds as they slowly stretched themselves open; a yellow liquid oozing down his spine like a snake slithering down a tree. The feeling of pain and the crawling sensation caused him to tremble in disgust of the sweat mixed with blood and infection.

He shook his head as he dismissed the haunting feeling and focused on the Justus's performance. His hands rose to his chest and they struggled to form the serpent hand seal. His fingers didn’t seem to want to move in the appropriate way and it took several attempts to successfully form the seal. However, as he did he felt no chakra pulsation tracing through his body. He’d have to call upon his remaining power to summon the conjunction of chakra required to summon the deadly mist of Kiragakure.

His hands dropped to his sides once more and he raised them to his chest again forming the serpent hand seal. Chakra coursed through his body like a barley flowing river forcing itself through debris. It felt as if his life force was being sucked from him as his heart skipped a beat. His eyes widened from the shock, but the memories of the past drove him. He held onto the feelings he felt back then. The rage, the regret, the fear, the tragedy, and ultimately the loneliness brought upon from losing everyone you cared about to the place you call home. He seized the moment and conjured its emotional power.

Chakra flooded into his body as the ominous feeling of the dense mist crept into his soul. He knew what was coming next, but the feeling of successfully executing the Jutsu was like a fleeting light; a slipper snake moving from one’s grasp. It was deadly like the mist and if used improperly could easily turn on you and ultimately kill you. He closed his eyes as he focused on the fleeting feeling. Ominous, evasive, and deadly, it ran from him, but Shinji wished to grasp it. His chakra fluctuated as it slowly wove itself in the appropriate manner to summon the mist. Mentally, he reached for it, but just as he prepared to seize it would slip away leaving nothing, but regret and empty feeling of failure. However, with it was a determination to achieve more as just the thought of a better life drove the pursuer to accomplish his dream.

His eyes opened and the shock and pain filled them. A barley audible; parched scream escaped his chaffing lips and the lightly tinted blue aura which surrounded him grew. It darkened and expanded its power causing the pebbles beneath him to leave the earth. They ascended to his chest before being crushed and slowly the normal mist of the village was becoming voided by a denser; darker mist. Although, Shinji was using it a terribly cold feeling filled his soul; the feeling of death. The fire of chakra around him fed off his life force and for a moment he didn’t think he could control. The burden which seemed to bear down on his heart was terrible, but he couldn’t stop it. Something told him to finish.

[adero]

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[Shinji Yanama]

The technique was complete; however, the feeling of satisfaction and glorious success did not feel this boy. He lay motionless on the ground his arms and legs stretched out limp from exhaustion. His azure eyes struggled to stay open and his breath was a wheezing sound as a starving child gasping for air. His heart was beginning to slow and he honestly felt like dyeing, however, something kept him alive. Whether it was his body own physical reserves or his emotional distress, something kept his heart beating and his lungs breathing.

He turned his head on its side and managed to form a weak smile. Who he was smiling at or even why he was smiling will remain a mystery and will only be known to him. His eyelids lifted so that his eyes may see the results of his perseverance and willpower. A dense and murky mist surrounded him and for as far as he could see the ominous shroud was absolute nothingness. He felt alone, but he felt as if he were home. No one lay beside this boy, but the mist he had been raised in, surrounded and comforted him in a way he thought impossible. His skin shivered from the cold, but his soul found comfort in the warmth. He received the same feeling he got when his mother affectionately embraced him; pulling him close to her bosom while her joyous tears fall atop his head.

It was beautiful and that memory flashed in and out of his mind as he recalled the feeling, sounds, and emotions involved in it. It was something to live for and it was enough for him to dismiss the Jutsu. As long as it remained active the homely mist seemed to pull his very life-force from his body. It was if the reaper himself stood over his body and pulled life from his chest. It was a terrible burden and his hands lifted to his chest before he formed the serpent hand seal; releasing his control of the mist; effectively dispersing it. The murky shroud slowly lifted from the area as it parted and faded to never been seen again.

However, with its dismissal the same vacant scene he was greeted by when he first entered the lot, reappeared and a frown came across Shinji’s face. As much as the mist was a burden it was a second home and for a split second he missed it. However, that split second only lasted for a moment as his eyelids fell and his conscience drifted to a world of peace, darkness, and sleep. He wasn’t dead, but while he lay there sleeping he could at least dream of better days.

Let my body lay as I begin to rest

I’ve been fighting real hard and I passed the test

My lungs scream for air and my heart beats slow in my chest

However, my greatest enemy is my inner me, and I’m the best

[Exit]

[adero]

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[Shinji Yanama]

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Awaking from his deep and much needed slumber the azure haired child rose to his feet slowly almost collapsing as he did so. His hair was messy and his body was still tired. However, he felt slightly refreshed from his nap, but it didn’t prove enough to continue anymore intense training for now. His weary azure eyes focused their attention on the cool and refreshing pond which lie at the center of the vacant lot. Its normally murky surface seemed to be crisp and unmarred in his tired state. It beckoned for him and he couldn’t help, but fulfill his body’s desires. He slothfully dragged his feet through the dirt as he slowly approached the lake, before removing his shirt and shoes so that he may dive in head first.

His eyes rested as he fell deeper and deeper into the cool abyss which gave home to his weary soul. Its waters felt revitalizing as his body drifted motionlessly through it. He wanted to stay here forever and in order to further his enjoyment he’d prolong his underwater venture by activating a previously learned Jutsu. His hands formed the rat hand seal and instantly chakra began to flow through his lungs, mouth, eyes, and ears. Forming barriers around the latter to and giving new power to the preceding. He could breathe underwater as if he were above surface, and he became comfortable, kicking up his legs and placing his hands behind his head.

The submerged child looked as if he were sitting in a chair with a footstool to rest his feet on. He smiled and breathed normally; small bubbles coming from his lips and nose. Letting the water take him in he continued his relaxation without disturbance and after several minutes passed his eyes opened. He now lay at the bottom of the dark cavern and the Jutsu would soon dissipate as he’d not mastered the ability to hold it for a period longer than twenty minutes. He began a casual swim to the top and unlike last time he wasn’t desperately needing air when he reached the surface. Instead his head poked through the water and continued breathing as if he’d never been submerged.

The technique allowed the user to gather air from the depths of the normally suffocating sea. Besides conventional use such as this, one could survive trapping techniques home to the Hidden Mist. Such would be water imprisonment type Jutsu, but this young Genin knew none of these and had not the strength the practice such high-level Jutsu. Instead he’d spend his time perfecting the previous one. The mastery of the Kiragakure No Jutsu still escaped him and he’d end his perfection of the Jutsu with one last session.

Bearing down on his hands placed atop the water, he used his chakra to literally climb out of the water so that his stood atop. First he brought his left foot above the watery surface placing it firmly on the rippling water as if it were land. This was followed by his right which did the same and he finished in a kneeling position with his both hands and feet placed atop the water. Slowly rising up he closed his eyes and formed the serpent hand seal as he prepared to summon the ominous mist once more.

A pulsation of chakra which he'd become accustomed to surged through his body and the fleeting feeling of the mist filled him again. However, this time he grasped it, controlled it, and effectively summoned it. Within moments the vacant lot, spare the boy, was filled with a powerful and dense mist which removed all visibility to the human eye. Only a user of a powerful eye Jutsu may be able to see past its powerful veil, however, Shinji had none of such and had to use his memory of the landscape to move about.

His feet propped themselves atop the earth which surrounded the small pond and began a casual pace as he walked blinded by his closed eyelids. He used his memory to travel without problems and stopped, turned, and treaded until he believe he’d proven his trained memory. Afterwards, he stepped atop the lake once more and prepared for the next step in his training.

[Tenkai]

Learned.
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[Shinji Yanama]

Suberiyasui no Jutsu (Slippery Technique)
Rank: D
Skill: Ninjutsu
Effect: User coats an object or themselves in a slime from water. It makes it hard to stand on something. If used on a ninja most Taijutsus will do less, little, or no damage because it will glance off the user.
Special: Ox (hold)
Drawback: If user coats ground it makes it hard for them to stand as well.
Description: The user must be in the presence of mist in order to create this technique. The userer uses the high humidity caused by the point shift in the mist inorder to generate a rapidly growing organism, a fungal water born breed, upon his/her skin. The fungi grows and spreads across the body of the one who is using the technique. After six seconds the target is entirley coated in the fungi.
Limit: Must be a mist ninja to learn. Must be in the presence of mist. Must have water release.

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Maintaining the mist was an obvious difficulty as its cold and unforgiving envelopment seemed to grasp his soul and leech chakra from him. Cold sweat ran down his brow and his breathing was steadily becoming heavier as he desperately tried to hide his weakness from the unknown presence which seemed to watch him from beneath the cloak of his own creation. His azure eyes opened and scanned the area, but inside he knew there was no one there. He knew what was watching. It was a timeless entity of his own construction and it had haunted this place before he was conceived. It concealed death and masked rape. It took the lives of the innocent and guilty alike. It didn’t matter if you were a ninja or a merchant everyone within this village had met and feared this entity.

The cold and damp mist was merciless and showed no favoritism. It was not biased and it was certainly not fair. Here, this child had grown in it all his life and the thing which he dreaded most about this village he summoned. It blanketed out the crisp blue skies and gloriously warm sun which only few had witnessed. A stench of blood lingered within its depth and a feeling of death crept into the souls of brave warriors who had dared to cross a ninja who’d mastered the Kiragakure No Jutsu. Regardless, these terrifying thoughts, although persistent, had to be ignored as fear cannot be accepted in the ninja way and this boy had to become stronger if he wished to achieve whatever drove him to continue through pain and exhaustion.

His feet clung to the watery surface below; causing its mist-veiled surface to ripple. Usually he could look into the murky water and see a vague reflection of himself, but alas, the mist robbed him of his vision as well. Instead this young Genin would focus his senses on another task. The mist could be used for a variety of things and those who dared to explore its might and murderous intent discovered other uses for its unique composition. For instance, there are a variety of Jutsu that can make good use of the mist to execute a variety of Jutsu and maneuvers. However, these techniques were not well known and even if one knew them, he me must be well trained to use them effectively with the mist. One of these are Suberiyasui no Jutsu (Slippery Technique).

This Jutsu, like many this boy studied, was home to the Hidden Mist village alone. There were possibilities that someone outside the village could learn them, but the chances were low since these techniques were treasured by the Mist and a valuable secret to it as well. Besides, it was only natural that those who were cursed to be raised in a mist-veiled Hell would learn to make their greatest curse their greatest strength. It was a matter of understanding and taming the merciless beast which was natural the Hidden Mist village geographic area and this technique provided an efficient defense against Taijutsu. It coated the user in a slippery substance made from the mist, and the substance is so slick that melee attacks will harmlessly slide away if the user is struck. However, mist is required for the appropriate use of the Jutsu and since he’d already summoned the terrible creature he might as well use it for his own will.

The process of learning began with him closing his eyes to gain further focus on his chakra control and raising his pale hands to his chest. His length and scrawny fingers formed themselves into the Ox hand seal while he exhaled with relief. His chakra system responded instantly as spiritual strength flowed from all essences of his soul. It gathered and wove itself with intricacy as the mist which enveloped the child slowly consumed him. A grotesque humidity gave birth to the magical fungi, which started on his arms and legs before beginning its expansion. The growth was quick and uncomfortable as the slimy substance crept across his flesh causing body hair to erect as if cold. He shivered from the depriving feeling and within a long six seconds it was finished.

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[Shinji Yanama]

Magen: Narakumi no Jutsu (Demonic Illusion: Hell Viewing Technique)
Rank: "D" "C" "B" "A" "S"Rank
Skill: GenJutsu
Effect: A Genjutsu in which causes the opponent to see a grand horrifying vision. A Technique that is used by most of the ANBU kind but is known for all GenJutsu users in order to scare their opponents greatly hoping to perhaps make them run off in fear.
Special: "Handseals"
Drawback: The GenJutsu Non Specialist is only capable of learning up to the "B" Rank version of this technique. Depending on the Rank of the technique is dependent on how well, how far, as well as how large the user is capable of using this technique.
Description: The user creates and holds the rat handsign. As the user does so the figment of leaves begins to circle all around in circular fashion as the opponent is engulfed into the GenJutsu. Then the technique takes in place as what the user wishes the opponent to see they are capable of seeing. The figment however has to be considered to be a horrifying state of creation. When first learned the user is capable of creating horrifying images within Tiny to Small size. The user is also capable of creating an image within a Twenty Meter radius of the user. When the user learns the "C" Rank version they are capable of creating Medium to Large Size horrifying creations with a distance of Thirty Meters in radius of the user. "B" Rank allows them to create a Huge Size horrifying creation with a distance of Forty Meters. "A" Rank allows them to create a Gargantuan Size horrifying creation with a distance of Fifty Meters. "S" Rank allows them to create a Horrifying image of Sixty meters. If the user is a GenJutsu Specialist by the time they learn the "B" Rank version of the technique the user is capable of creating the image without the figment of leaves as a basis. With a GenJutsu Master the user is capable of creating the figment image without the figment of leaves as a basis when they learn the "C" Rank version of the technique. NonSpecialist will always create the figment of leaves.
Limit: Must know Pattern Perception, GenJutsu Specialist is capable of going into all ranks of this technique.

Hours later...

“This place is so empty…”

The hallow winds trace over the barren earth scarred with craters and heaps of dirt. The vacant lot remains a testimony to the poverty of the Hidden Mist and the sound of children playing fill the unpaved streets. The sky, murky and clouded; the pleasantries of the warm sun and crisp blue heavens are obscured by the natural and unforgiving mist of the land. Shouts of drunkards pierce through the thick and blood-stench air. Their bare feet trip and stumble as they walk intoxicated by alcohol and drugs sold by those in the same conditions as they. The cold and heartless eyes of the village’s ninja watch from above. They do not interfere; they only watch. They see and do not care and thus the cold demeanor of Hidden Mist shinobi is exemplified, however, there are exceptions.

The current Shadow of the land is a woman. A seemingly kind and relaxed child who has yet to become grown and conformed to the cold and merciless ways of the Hidden Mist; crystal green pools known as her eyes and a reassuring shine known as her smile. Perhaps there is hope for the Mist yet, but this child, the one contemplating these thoughts, remains another testimony. Given birth by a prostitute and given wholeness by a Chunnin drunkard. He had no better future than any other child cursed to live here; sent from heavens to the womb. He was supposed to die, but by fate and passion he was conceived and this is his life. These are his thoughts. His actions are done in love and a purpose that can only be defined as unbreakable and timeless. Being a child who was raised in the coldest and cruelest streets he became this and now as he sits, meditating on the world around him, he contemplates and questions everything.

A deep breath of exasperation slips from his parched lips; shed in the misery and drudgery of the truth of his life. His body rises as his feet push from the ground so that he may stand. However, his azure pupils remained sealed to the world. They do not open and only the senses of the smell, touch, and hearing may perceive the world around him. The earth spins and his feet leave the ground. His eyes open, but light fails to tear through the darkness. Regretfully and knowingly, he is greeted by the dark and blinding mist. Air thick and lungs choking, he felt like killing himself; forever escaping the endless struggle of the world. By becoming a ninja he signed his life away as now greedy individuals with large sums of money have the right to command war that is created in sick enjoyment. It disgusts him and his face reveals this as his hands slide into his pockets and his eyes shifted to the side. His lean is slightly backwards and his attention appears nonchalant and insensitive.

This posture is familiar and disrespectful as it is a sign of anger and displeasure. There are so many things wrong with the world he lives in, but he can’t do anything to change it. Five…

He lost five friends to the streets and three of them were orphans never knowing their father or mother. One was killed in front of a hospital and the last was a six year old who was brutally raped before being decapitated. He’d seen and felt all the worst parts of life and this perhaps is what made him such an adept Genjutsu user if not simple a brutal one. He could inflict living Hell on an opponent and there would be no escaping it. From the cold touch of the rain as it pounds on your bare skin to the emptiness felt in the solitude of loneliness, he could seize and amplify any human emotions which brought pain upon an individual. Fear, hate, regret, sorrow, abandonment; everything. He knew what it felt like for he’d been raised in an environment which forced these feelings upon child who had yet to open their eyes.

Children abandoned in hospital trashcans waling as they scream for the drugs which they were carelessly born addicted to; cursed by their parents’ actions. Woman sacrificing their souls and innocence to retrieve the money required to survive only to have it stripped from them as they walk away; children and men alike, drunkards who are persistently angry and violent; striking without reason or sense. Pools of blood leek from beneath the creases of battered wooden doors while the tears of heaven fall remorsefully upon the heads of barren children with no food or clothing; huddling themselves in groups while they desperately try to give life to a enkindling fire.

This is home.

Take a look around and tell me what you see
Take a look at this is Hell and you'll find me

This is a place where children die
However, mothers do not cry

Fathers do not care
The poor exist, but the rich don't share

Rape, pleasure, and lust are all the same thing
I just wish the struggle would end and the angels would sing

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[Shinji Yanama]

Magen: Narakumi no Jutsu (Demonic Illusion: Hell Viewing Technique)
Rank: "D" "C" "B" "A" "S"Rank
Skill: GenJutsu
Effect: A Genjutsu in which causes the opponent to see a grand horrifying vision. A Technique that is used by most of the ANBU kind but is known for all GenJutsu users in order to scare their opponents greatly hoping to perhaps make them run off in fear.
Special: "Handseals"
Drawback: The GenJutsu Non Specialist is only capable of learning up to the "B" Rank version of this technique. Depending on the Rank of the technique is dependent on how well, how far, as well as how large the user is capable of using this technique.
Description: The user creates and holds the rat handsign. As the user does so the figment of leaves begins to circle all around in circular fashion as the opponent is engulfed into the GenJutsu. Then the technique takes in place as what the user wishes the opponent to see they are capable of seeing. The figment however has to be considered to be a horrifying state of creation. When first learned the user is capable of creating horrifying images within Tiny to Small size. The user is also capable of creating an image within a Twenty Meter radius of the user. When the user learns the "C" Rank version they are capable of creating Medium to Large Size horrifying creations with a distance of Thirty Meters in radius of the user. "B" Rank allows them to create a Huge Size horrifying creation with a distance of Forty Meters. "A" Rank allows them to create a Gargantuan Size horrifying creation with a distance of Fifty Meters. "S" Rank allows them to create a Horrifying image of Sixty meters. If the user is a GenJutsu Specialist by the time they learn the "B" Rank version of the technique the user is capable of creating the image without the figment of leaves as a basis. With a GenJutsu Master the user is capable of creating the figment image without the figment of leaves as a basis when they learn the "C" Rank version of the technique. NonSpecialist will always create the figment of leaves.
Limit: Must know Pattern Perception, GenJutsu Specialist is capable of going into all ranks of this technique.

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However, what’s more than the physical pain that one must endure while being raised in a place like this is the emotional deprivation which has scared and caused me to come to a point of pessimism directed towards the selfish and oppressing ways of the shinobi leaders here. It’s strange how children become this. The cold streets break our spirits and the cruel shinobi tame our souls. Individuality is lost as one morphs into what is described as the perfect shinobi and this perhaps is why the Mist has been known for the few, but elite shinobi. This lifestyle is not for the weak hearted, but this lifestyle is what makes us so strong. So this brings me to the second conclusion, which is that instead of our greatest fear being powerful opposition, it is the demons which can be awakened within ourselves which we’ve witnessed in those we call fathers and mothers.

Once you’ve had to watch mothers eat their children for food and fathers sell their sons for booze you have to wonder how? How did a innocent soul morph into the things we refer to as demons and how does a crying baby turn into a cold warrior bent on killing whatever he is ordered to strike without question. It’s wrong, but it’s life and there is nothing more that an enemy could do to us then what we’ve already experienced. What many call torture is what we call life and the scraps of food that people dispose of are what we pursue, clinging to our few material possessions as if a scurrying rat to a rotten piece of cheese. We are treated worse the roaches, but these living conditions can bring us to only one thing. Either you become like the drunkards slothful and primal or you transform into something more progressive; something deadly…

The users of Genjutsu are those who undergo much physical and mental pain so that they can effectively recreate intense emotional distress and pain in order to severely dramatize their opponents. However, pain comes in all forms, shapes, and sizes. In order to effectively understand and wield it you must envelope yourself in it to the point of near insanity. It’s a difficult and grotesque training that will involve you seeing things that are described in mere stories of horror, but the result is the power to inflict living Hell on an opponent. It is a type of torture that cannot be surpassed as besides the obvious mental and emotional wounds you’ll inflict, you can refrain from physical murder unless, of course, you become like he who never kills, but influences others to kill themselves. Yet, that is a rare achievement and one that will take many years of training to accomplish.

For now, however, I can still grasp the misery around me; making good use of all the things I see and have seen. With the appropriate skill and creativity my chakra can be woven to summon these images of unlimited terror. However, I must not forget another type of pain. The pain of loss and that perhaps is the greatest of them all. To receive what you’ve wanted most only to have it slip from beneath the warm embrace of your arms. Have you ever felt what it was like to feel the death of a loved one as their heart slows and their body goes limp? Their soul leaves them and their once lively eyes are replaced with a pale emptiness. And the worse part, all of this happens while you affectionately hold their bloodied corpse to your body. To gain happiness to only lose it, sucks don’t it. Well welcome home.

[Exit]