Desert Rose Flower Shop
Jul 17, 2008 0:18:12 GMT -7
Post by yura on Jul 17, 2008 0:18:12 GMT -7
Nestled deep in the heart of the Wind City Capitol, one of the most successful flower shops in the city has made a well established name for itself and a quality seller of flowers. Sporting state of the art air conditioning and several green houses out back to care for all of the exotic plants, this establishment caters to the gardening and horticultural needs of the Kaze wealthy and magistrates of the city.
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The wandering butterfly kunoichi had finally located a flower shop amongst the crowded streets of the village. Wedged between a restaurant and a tailor, the Sand Rose flower shop definitely did not blend in with the dull earthy colors of the rest of the village. A prism of colors greeted her as she entered the cool shop, the air conditioning blowing from a fan above the door way cooled the drooping and over heated ninja. Oh thank God! she mentally screamed, finally back into a climate she could feel comfortable in. A revitalized kunoichi approached the desk to meet a clerk dressed in a colorful floral print dress. "May I help you?" She asked in an almost sickeningly cheerful tone.
Yura cringed but tried her best to hide it with a big pearly smile. "Actually, i was wondering if I could help you. I require a place to train a few flower techniques, and i was wondering if I could use your back room. You may keep any of the flowers I do not use. They are Hanakora flowers, named fro the famous clan of flower ninja. Also, i can pollinate the rest of the flowers in the greenhouse with my butterflies." With the word butterfly a small swarm of crimson, sapphire, emerald, violet, and gold butterflies flitted from her sleeve and filled the room with a rainbow of color. The woman practically fell over with amazement, having never seen let alone heard of a clan of butterfly controling butterflies.
"Yes of course! Help yourself to any room you wish!!!" Said the bewildered woman, still mezmorized with the flock of insects flitting through her shop.
Yura showed herself the back door, and was greeted once again by the sweltering heat. Quickly scurrying to a rather empty greenhouse, she opened the door and was once again enveloped in cool air. It was time to start her training.
First thing was first, to fufill her part of the bargin. Her arms were stretched out forming her body into a “T” shape. A flurry of butterflies of all colors left her sleeve, happy to feast upon the sweet nectar of the flowers in the cool house of glass. A bag of seeds was removed from her item pouch and with a few twirls, the seeds were spread in a large circle around her. With a quick string of handseals, the seeds erupted into a field of flowers in a matter of seconds. The fragrant smell of the blossoms wafted through the greenhouse, causing the butterflies to stir with excitement.
This jutsu was standard for those in the hanakora clan. Turning flowers into shuriken like weapons was simple enough, and she had seen it done many times at the mansion. The kimono clad shinobi plucked a single yellow flower from the field and held it flat in her palm. Yura then threw the plant into the air, and flicked her hands through the seals, releasing her chakra to the flower. The goal was to spin the flower and harden it with chakra, turning it into a deadly tool. The results were less then desired. Instead of rotating like a saw, it lazily pin wheeled through the air, clumsily landing among its brethren still rooted to the soil.
Taking a few steps forward to retrieve her decapitated flower, she picked it up once again and held it flat in her palm. The kitateha girl flung the blossom into the air once again and her fingers danced through the signs releasing her energy into the golden flower. The blossom began to rotate, picking up speed the longer it was in the air. Round and round and round it spun, reaching a speed where it appeared to be a solid disk. The flower fell onto the dirt, no doubt imported from a neighboring country, and kicked up a small plume of dust from the fast rotation.
At least I can speed it up… Yura thought, a tad disappointed in her progress. Once the blossom had finished spinning, she picked it up again; this time adding a bit of chakra to the flower before beginning the technique. Her fingers tingled with the sensation she got when looking down from someplace high, and her life giving energy flowed into the saffron bloom. Tossing the flower into the air, her hands fluttered through handsigns, releasing more chakra into her creation. The flower began to spin ferociously fast, emitting a low humming sound as it whirled through the air. Yura focused on propelling the weapon forward, and suddenly outstretching her arm forward provided the boost of focus she needed. The flower shuriken took off like a bullet, sailing through the humid atmosphere with impressive speed. Its path was interrupted by a particularly large clay pot which shattered upon contact from the whimsical projectile, spilling the almost ebony contents across the floor.
Satisfied with her ability to use one, a small cord that bound a bag shut was taken from her belt, spilling its contents into the earth. Yura then spread them around, creating a miniature meadow inside the contained environment of the greenhouse. A quick handseal caused the field to erupt with an explosion of emerald and gold. Her butterflies fluttered with excitement with the addition of the new flowers, but the kunoichi kept them at bay…much to their disappointment. A kunai was removed from her item pouch and gripped tightly in her delicate hand, knees bent to lower herself to be closer to her potential weapons. A quick sweep and pivot on her toe cut a flurry of flowers into the air.
Her fingers danced through the finger contortions, and the air once again filled with the sound of a small swarm of bees. The foreign kunoichi stretched both of her hands outwards, commanding her weapons to meet their target. Her “foe” in this instance was the shattered remains of the clay pot; hopefully her army of shuriken would end up in the pile of fertile soil and clay shards. Her aim was true and most of her weapons ended their short flight in the mound of earth. A few skidded through the dried soil, kicking up a small plume of dust in their wake.
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The wandering butterfly kunoichi had finally located a flower shop amongst the crowded streets of the village. Wedged between a restaurant and a tailor, the Sand Rose flower shop definitely did not blend in with the dull earthy colors of the rest of the village. A prism of colors greeted her as she entered the cool shop, the air conditioning blowing from a fan above the door way cooled the drooping and over heated ninja. Oh thank God! she mentally screamed, finally back into a climate she could feel comfortable in. A revitalized kunoichi approached the desk to meet a clerk dressed in a colorful floral print dress. "May I help you?" She asked in an almost sickeningly cheerful tone.
Yura cringed but tried her best to hide it with a big pearly smile. "Actually, i was wondering if I could help you. I require a place to train a few flower techniques, and i was wondering if I could use your back room. You may keep any of the flowers I do not use. They are Hanakora flowers, named fro the famous clan of flower ninja. Also, i can pollinate the rest of the flowers in the greenhouse with my butterflies." With the word butterfly a small swarm of crimson, sapphire, emerald, violet, and gold butterflies flitted from her sleeve and filled the room with a rainbow of color. The woman practically fell over with amazement, having never seen let alone heard of a clan of butterfly controling butterflies.
"Yes of course! Help yourself to any room you wish!!!" Said the bewildered woman, still mezmorized with the flock of insects flitting through her shop.
Yura showed herself the back door, and was greeted once again by the sweltering heat. Quickly scurrying to a rather empty greenhouse, she opened the door and was once again enveloped in cool air. It was time to start her training.
Hana Ninpou: Hana Shuriken
Rank: D
Skill: Ninjutsu
Effect: To use this technique, the user will need flowers, the best place to use the technique would be on a flowery meadow. The user uses his sword to slice a large number of flowers into the air. On command the flowers harden and become like shurikens, launching themselves in a stream at their opponent.
Special: ---
Drawback: ---
Description: ---
Limit: Hanakora Clan
Rank: D
Skill: Ninjutsu
Effect: To use this technique, the user will need flowers, the best place to use the technique would be on a flowery meadow. The user uses his sword to slice a large number of flowers into the air. On command the flowers harden and become like shurikens, launching themselves in a stream at their opponent.
Special: ---
Drawback: ---
Description: ---
Limit: Hanakora Clan
First thing was first, to fufill her part of the bargin. Her arms were stretched out forming her body into a “T” shape. A flurry of butterflies of all colors left her sleeve, happy to feast upon the sweet nectar of the flowers in the cool house of glass. A bag of seeds was removed from her item pouch and with a few twirls, the seeds were spread in a large circle around her. With a quick string of handseals, the seeds erupted into a field of flowers in a matter of seconds. The fragrant smell of the blossoms wafted through the greenhouse, causing the butterflies to stir with excitement.
This jutsu was standard for those in the hanakora clan. Turning flowers into shuriken like weapons was simple enough, and she had seen it done many times at the mansion. The kimono clad shinobi plucked a single yellow flower from the field and held it flat in her palm. Yura then threw the plant into the air, and flicked her hands through the seals, releasing her chakra to the flower. The goal was to spin the flower and harden it with chakra, turning it into a deadly tool. The results were less then desired. Instead of rotating like a saw, it lazily pin wheeled through the air, clumsily landing among its brethren still rooted to the soil.
Taking a few steps forward to retrieve her decapitated flower, she picked it up once again and held it flat in her palm. The kitateha girl flung the blossom into the air once again and her fingers danced through the signs releasing her energy into the golden flower. The blossom began to rotate, picking up speed the longer it was in the air. Round and round and round it spun, reaching a speed where it appeared to be a solid disk. The flower fell onto the dirt, no doubt imported from a neighboring country, and kicked up a small plume of dust from the fast rotation.
At least I can speed it up… Yura thought, a tad disappointed in her progress. Once the blossom had finished spinning, she picked it up again; this time adding a bit of chakra to the flower before beginning the technique. Her fingers tingled with the sensation she got when looking down from someplace high, and her life giving energy flowed into the saffron bloom. Tossing the flower into the air, her hands fluttered through handsigns, releasing more chakra into her creation. The flower began to spin ferociously fast, emitting a low humming sound as it whirled through the air. Yura focused on propelling the weapon forward, and suddenly outstretching her arm forward provided the boost of focus she needed. The flower shuriken took off like a bullet, sailing through the humid atmosphere with impressive speed. Its path was interrupted by a particularly large clay pot which shattered upon contact from the whimsical projectile, spilling the almost ebony contents across the floor.
Satisfied with her ability to use one, a small cord that bound a bag shut was taken from her belt, spilling its contents into the earth. Yura then spread them around, creating a miniature meadow inside the contained environment of the greenhouse. A quick handseal caused the field to erupt with an explosion of emerald and gold. Her butterflies fluttered with excitement with the addition of the new flowers, but the kunoichi kept them at bay…much to their disappointment. A kunai was removed from her item pouch and gripped tightly in her delicate hand, knees bent to lower herself to be closer to her potential weapons. A quick sweep and pivot on her toe cut a flurry of flowers into the air.
Her fingers danced through the finger contortions, and the air once again filled with the sound of a small swarm of bees. The foreign kunoichi stretched both of her hands outwards, commanding her weapons to meet their target. Her “foe” in this instance was the shattered remains of the clay pot; hopefully her army of shuriken would end up in the pile of fertile soil and clay shards. Her aim was true and most of her weapons ended their short flight in the mound of earth. A few skidded through the dried soil, kicking up a small plume of dust in their wake.
