— Frosted Flakes. (Training)

[— Kyo]

Aisu Soushi (Ice Creation)
Rank: "C", "B", "A" "S" Rank
Skill: NinJutsu
Effect: With this technique this allows a user the capability and understanding of lowering temperatures around the user in a small radius to where the user is capable of using the Suiton Soushi techniques and creating ice for other techniques for the users.
Special: ---
Drawback: If a Haku Member never gains this when they first create a character, they can never recieve it and they can never create or use the Haku Bloodlimit techniques. This is to be used for the Haku Ice Bloodlimit Techniques. Can not be used in dried air areas. This technique must be learned more and more in order to allow the user to drop the temperature for certain techniques. Depending on the distance the user is capable of using this for techniques by rank. Please look at the description for understanding.
Description: By using and understanding the formation and basics of Cryomancy the user pushes their chakra past around them in a large circle, doing this and pushing in their understanding the Bloodlimit Kaishin is capable of lowering and dropping the temperatures within the certain distance in order to create ice for their techniques to use. A conventional Ice User must have cold climate in order for the user their techniques, but with the Kaishin bloodlimit allows a user to create Ice Techniques without the option of litterally having cold climate. This technique allows the user to drop temperatures to the point of water freezing allowing the user to create Ice Techniques. When first learned the user is capable of pushing off in the distance of Five meters for the user to create their techniques, where the user drops the temperature towards the right respectable limit. Each time learned the distance increases by ten meters. When first learned the user is only capable of creating techniques of C-Rank formation. After twenty meters the distance increases to B-Rank Training and the user is capable of using B-Rank Techniques. When the user reaches the distance of fourty Meters the training increases to A-Rank Training and the user is capable of performing A-Rank Techniques. When the user reaches at the A-Rank Stage the Ice techniques can not be melted away by conventional means. The only way capable of getting through is by crushing through the ice techniques. When the distance reaches to Sixty Meters the user reaches to his final form of training and must learn the S-Rank version of this technique to perform S-Rank techniques but must be learned with a S-Rank Training.
Limit: Must be part of the Haku Bloodlimit

[0|80] - 2nd B-Rank Training. [. 35M + 10M = 45M]

The afternoon was slowly turning into evening as Okami stood within the expansive perimeter of his father's home. Once more sitting indian style upon the ground, he gingerly popped the last bit of his riceball into his mouth. "Careful, 'Kami!" his mother exclaimed. Such a surprise caused him to immediately fall over onto his side, the boom of her voice disturbing his digestion and causing the riceball to get caught in his throat. The Kaishin's very face began to turn blue as he failed humorously along the ground. Handseals were quickly done as he thrashed about like a spoiled chat in the grocery store, a sphere of water dropping down and into his mouth. He immediately used it to break up the riceball, swallowing before gasping for a breath and rolling over onto his side.

"..Oops..I was..just going to tell you that you choked on a riceball the last time you got hasty.." she muttered sheepishly. Okami sat up and placed his hands on his knees, breathing heavily before he shook his head. "...Sometimes I wonder if you just wanna get rid of me.." he joked. A quirked brow followed as he gave a smug grin toward his mother, standing and kissing her cheek before travelling into the distance. "Gotta get back to work! Tell the old geezer to come find me when he's ready!" he called back. She couldn't help but smile..he'd transitioned from a boy to a young man..and he wasn't going to stop there.

Stretching his body, Okami would first sit amidst the forestry that lingered a good distance away from his home. The valley had been ideal for his training, but the Hyouton Release he possessed would need time to melt away before he could concoct new experimentation. This vicinity would have to make do.

Okami slowly moved his hands to face the front of his abdomen. His palms appeared rather pale, the porcelain epidermis coursing with chakra as his capillaries drained themselves of most of the heat within. His Kekkai Genkai kept him from the extreme injuries that came with such a condition: had it not been for the blood he possessed and the natural affinity for the cold, he'd have been deceased well before his abilities could be honed. Thankfully, such was not the case. Silver hair was pushed from his countenance as he focused his chakra toward his hands. "Let's see if I can't rid myself of a constant pain.." he mused.

Katon No Jutsu.

The very solution to ice appeared to be using fire. In all of the movies and in all of the fights between Kaishin and the outsiders, he'd seen the elemental affinity more times than one cared to count the number of times they'd seen their own headband worn by their peers. It was the very bane to their Bloodlimit's most potent abilities, yet few had managed to concoct a defense against this powerful, untamed elemental prowess. The chakra upon his body swirled to life as he summoned it. Believing himself to be a master craftsman of the icey structures, he would begin to decrease the climate.

The rocks and grass below him began to near-instantly freeze over as the deity pushed forth with the Hyouton No Jutsu, his unique traits coaxing the temperature to drop at an alarming rate. A small smile crept up to his lips with such actions ensuing; he enjoyed the chill that it brought. Though his heart was as passionate and firey as the next man's, the seasonal change of weather often pushed him to appreciate his talent.

[Koori.]

No you didn't

XD Frosted Flakes.

+10

10|80

[— Kyo]

Yawning softly, Okami stood to his feet and ambled off into the distance.

"Hmm..no muse. Maybe a walk will suffice as brain food." he mused.

[. Exit]

[— Kyo]

[10|80]

Upon returning to his homeland and explaining all that he had done, the young Kaishin huffed in frustration and ambled back out and into the distance. Half-lidded eyes seemed to linger in the realm of disbelief; he'd done quite a brutal act, and yet it had become second-nature to allow his anger to take over. It was puzzling. "..Where did it come from..?" he muttered aloud. The question yielded no answer, but more important matters were coming to hand. Stretching slowly and standing upon the tips of his toes, the Genin found himself deep within the forestry once more.

Once more did he dwell upon the Kaishin's ability to formulate ice and water on a whim. Having dabbled in no Ninjutsu since he'd left the area to take up his mission, Okami felt it prudent to focus his chakra and lower the temperature yet again. Oddly enough, it was rather humid in that afternoon interval; heat crept along his frame, the male's musculature heaving ever so slightly as he took a breath and released it. It would be quite the task to perform the Hyouton No Jutsu at this rate, the environment not willing to conform unless he'd put his best foot forward. Raising either hand to the front of his chest as was the usual, he performed few handseals before holding the Ram in place.

The spiritual essence from the bowels of his person began to rise to the surface in that moment, an adrenal stimulation following suit as he felt the insatiable thirst from his tenketsu. The inner workings of the chakra network were complex, at best; he'd simply have to exert an added force if he were to grant himself the temperature he desired. Seldom winds pushed back his mane as he stood statuesque, eventually beginning to distribute chakra evenly throughout the area. It was rather swift, this process: as Okami had fathomed, the increasingly difficult heat emanating through the air had cost him more than he'd expected.

A slight decrease was all that he would get. Still, even in its intangible state, Katon No Jutsu was able to effectively lower his Kekkai Genkai's potency. He could push as much chakra into his technique as he desired, and it would make no difference. Every affinity had its weakness. Wood could burn easily. Lightning could be stopped if the Doton technique was great enough. Water will evaporate under the intensity of heat and conduct lightning much easier than normal. With ice? It'd simply melt under the intensifications of a flame burning in a mass-effect. Such was the reason he'd come here..and such was the reason he'd try his best to rid himself of this negative.

Once more focusing his chakra to every part of his being, Okami's visage narrowed into one of determination. The energy rushed from his tenketsu and spread out in a mass scale, the vicinity suddenly feeling the bone-chilling winds that he was capable of. Perhaps, in due time, he'd have his makeshift training ground at the correct temperature to begin his Hyouton techniques.

[— Kyo]

-- The Drop had been done.

As Okami stood to full height, he could not help but be pleased with himself. "Yeah...I'm good." he sang, moonwalking in place as he glanced about. No longer did the heatwaves linger there, only the chilling winds coursing the area as the very leaves were possessed with icicles. The ground itself was hard to walk upon, every crunch of the emerald blades of grass stiffened yielding to give one's position away. A lake nearby had stopped its ebb and flow almost completely, small crystalline shards forming upon the surface and hardening until chunks of ice were present within the body of water.

Training could begin. Quickly did Okami poise himself to create more of his ice techniques, the environment accomodating his desires as his palms smacked together. "Aaaaalrighty, then!" he exclaimed. The zodiac signs were formed one right after the other. He was gaining speed with the transitions. The final handseal completed, he thereafter pushed forward and formed a large sphere of water that hovered before him. The molecules of oxygen seemed to pull themselves from thin air, adding to the composition until he was satisfied with the voluminous orb of liquid circling the area above him.

As he focused his chakra once more, the sphere of water began to freeze and take shape at the same time. He'd become quiet adept at applying both the properties of ice and water into the same structure, its adamant form akin to the bindings he'd put on Taro not too long ago. Most likely, the ice had not melted yet..but he'd hoped that their captive had learned some loyalty and decided to join them. Fleeting thoughts of his whereabouts crossed Okami's mind in concern. But..there were more worries ahead of him. His lack of focus hadn't hindered his ability to craft the sphere of water.

Amazingly enough, it was almost subconscious that a thick sheet of ice had been created in its place. The young Genin stepped forward and examined his work; refined and as strong as his former creations, he nodded his head in approval before lifting a hand and punching into its epicenter. No cigar: The very impact of the Taijutsu specialist did nothing to deter the ice's dense form, his appendage retracted with slight pain creeping up on his knuckles. To break such powerful ice down, they'd need a lot more than mere force of hand to tear it away. He basked in this fact momentarily, a smile appearing across his lips as he proudly turned and sauntered into the distance.

Unfortunately, the next process would be a tedious one. Not so much for the fact that the Genin possessed no Fire Style jutsu at the moment, but he would have the difficult task of grabbing wood and creating a fire with which to combat his creations. Placing either hand behind his head, the silver-haired Kaishin moved deeper into the forest to find the needed materials.

[— Kyo]

— Burn.

Having found the necessary materials for his project, the motivated Genin once more ambled forth to the thick sheet of ice that lingered within the middle of the shrubbery. He couldn't help but laugh as it stood out like a sore thumb against the backdrop. Glistening in all its beauty, the deadly stylings of the Kaishin were not to be taken lightly. He would prove such by fortifying his ability to withstand the wiles of fire and the like. With the abundance of fire now at his disposal via burning branches, he brushed his hands off and placed his palms one to the other.

Handseals erupted in a brusque speed before the harmonious resonation of chakra was complete, Okami's hands once more engulfed in the essence of ice. Balls of weater created along his tendrils that froze over would ensure that he could stand the heat of the fire he'd be using. Embers flickered from the blazing flora, the ends of his makeshift fire torches embedded into terra firma for easy access. Okami picked one of them up and moved casually to the forefront of his icey fortress, the fire licking at the large wall before he'd apply pressure from the flame to the center of the ice.

It appeared to hold but for seconds against the powerful flame. Just as he had suspected, the ice began to melt away almost immediately against the Katon element. The powerful affinity was yet still no match for Fire Style jutsu, water trickling at an accelerated frate from the thick sheet. Sustaining itself for moments only due to its width, Okami was forced to step away as the top half of the obstruction chipped and fell victim to the fire's persuasion. It crashed into the earth below, shattering into large chunks as he once more stuck the flaming stick into the ground. "Damned fire! Argh!" he bit out.

It was back to the drawing board. Using great physical strength, Okami would ensure that the former wall of ice had been broken down to nothing. Powerful kicks and punches in a flurry sent each shard flying off into the distance, the accuracy with which he struck rather admirable. He danced along in a taunting fashion, though a soft chuckle ensued as he once more prepared to formulate another creation of ice.

At this point, handseals meant little to the focused Kaishin: only two were formed before he was able to generate another construction of ice, the form of a pillar rising into the heavens taking place. Okami admired his work for moments, before settling back and gliding a hand along its surface.

"..It's getting stronger, at least.." he mused.

[— Kyo]

"Abra Cadabra, I'm up like Viagra!" Okami sang.

Bobbing his head to the rhythm of the song stuck in his head, the young Kaishin slowly wrapped tendrils around the burning tree branch once more and hoisted it into the air. It seemed as though the pillar had been erect to stand against the flames, its composition actually beginning to hold against the fire. Okami danced along in a moonwalking motion, playfully yet skillfully maneuvering himself about the icey column as he struck it multiple times with the fire emanating from the makeshift torch. As he did so, he could only notice miniscule amounts of ice condensing into a water form and sliding down what would hold from the large obstruction.

"Yezzir! They can't stop me! ...Even if they stopped me! Ha ha ha!" he'd thereafter roar. It was encouraging to see his techniques gaining strength in their prowess, the confident yet reserved young Genin of Cloud rejoicing with the best foot that he was putting forward. Becoming a shinobi was a task all in itself; mastering one's craft was a different story entirely.

Allowing the burning bushel to sit against the southern end of where the pillar had been created, he would let it linger and examine the length of time it took to melt away the ice column. In the meantime, he would take a small rest and sit indian style nearby. The climate control that he held was beginning to grow compromised with the abundance of heat filtering through the area; focusing, the lithe Kaishin gathered chakra to the epicenter of his gut. Sanzo's voice echoed within his head, the teachings from his father wise counsel to heed as he placed his hands together slowly. The energy of life thereafter settled.

The frigid deity roared out in intense fashion as he thrust either hand away from his form, a sudden mist spreading out all too quickly that engulfed the area. The sun hid behind the gathering of foliage that lingered above, the column of ice holding steady as the fire continued to burn at its foundation. Okami let out a plume of mist as he sat. Concentrated completely upon the task at hand, he would only deter his statuesque being to push those silver locks from his beautiful visage.

"This is harder than I thought. Had I known it would have been this difficult, I'd have lied and pretended like I'd completed the training.." he muttered. At times, the Kaishin could be a lazy ass. He was wild and brash, yet focused and determined. These traits, he figured, were what would set him apart from the rest of the Kaishin. Screw grace: as long as you could throw your fists up and punch with the best of them, you were all good to go.

[Koori.]

[50|80]

[— Kyo]

[50|80]

His chakra fully rested, the silver-haired Genin was free to yet again attempt to make full comprehension of an effective compilation of ice technique that would fortify its strength against fire. His results had come to failure every time he'd attempted the jutsu. As was the usual, though, Sanzo's voice rang in his head.

Perseverance is key. Yadda, yadda, yadda..

Huffing in frustration, a less than anxious Okami stood to his feet and examined the ice. It had finally begun to give way to the fire burning below it, the branch nearly incinerated in its entirety. He would have had to gather more wood...had it not been for Sanzo's appearance through the back door. His elder called out to him as he casually strode toward his vicinity, joining his son with an arm placed about his shoulder. "You're making progress, I see..."

That was Okami's father for you: optimistic, and sometimes unwilling to let the most malevolent of situations deter the smile upon his face. Was it this that lead to the true strength held within? The young Genin held a newfound hope as his father admired his work, silently contemplating before opening his mouth. "Father..are you familiar with the Katon No Jutsu?" he questioned. Sanzo thought but for a moment, a smile playing across his lips as he placed a hand atop his son's head. For Okami's age, such things were looked down upon. Then again..this was his father.

"I suppose I could throw you a few techniques." he responded. Okami nodded as he once more took to physically beating the chunks of ice down just enough to be melted under the remnants of the fire, before he'd stand in the distance. Sanzo took only a few paces back, watching his son's progression take place.

Feeding chakra to every nook and cranny of his body, the Cloud Nin focused and distributed his essence evenly along the surfaces of his network. Eyelids fluttered to a close as the area once more decreased in temperature. Without hesitation did the Kaishin summon forth a large pillar of his own being, fully erect and standing with folded arms along his abdomen. Sanzo couldn't stifle a laugh in return, his face lit up at the antics his son was capable of. Indeed, Okami had come quite a long way since childhood. Surviving the scorn of society and growing up to be this powerful was remarkable; he couldn't let his son down...no matter the cost.

Handseals were sifted through meticulously before the final ended in the Dragon position. Sanzo figured this ironic, but the passing thought was interrupted by the thick sheet that coated the already produced sculpture. Its gloss unmistakable, the Genin looked to his father with a nod of the head. "Give it your best shot." he stated.

[— Kyo]

Having heeded the words of his son, Sanzo slowly took few steps back as he examined the monolith before him. Okami's impressive skills were on par with his own; even at this temperature and wearing the clothes he wore, hypothermia would settle in before long. The bitter cold nipped at his heels as he, too, had a set of handseals to perform. Dragon, Ram, Ox...they seemed to speed by in a brusque manner, the chakra lining Sanzo's form manifesting a small aura of amber that glowed from his being. Harmonious with the tenketsu within, he thereafter was able to craft one of his powerful Katon Jutsu to test the strength of Okami's creation.

"Katon! Goukakyuu No Jutsu!" Sanzo exclaimed. The proper amount of chakra birthed unto the insides of his cheeks, he immediately lifted a hand and pushed the tips of his index and thumb together. His chest heaved rather heavily, nearly abnormal in its size as he leaned back and prepared to erupt with the jutsu in its entirety. "What!? That one!?" his son shouted. Without so much as a narrow of his eyes did Sanzo step forward upon his left foot, the massive burst of flame streaming forth and growing into a massive sphere of fire. Brilliantly did it rage on, crossing the proximity of itself and the sculpture of ice quickly.

Okami could feel the wave of heat rushing past him. Bending his legs at the knee, he would save himself the trouble of first degree burns by giving a shunshin that would carry him ten meters backward. Skidding along the gaia, the young man thereafter lifted his forearm to protect him from the brilliant display that lit up the forestry; Sanzo's technique had made connection with the column of ice, engulfing it completely as the flames circulated and rotated in vicious fashion. The skies lit up at that moment. Once satisfied with the level of light that the jutsu had left in its wake, Okami was free to slowly lower his hand.

Amazingly enough, the very sphere of fire hadn't completely destroyed the sculpture. Multiple aspects of Okami's physical appearance were still present, water rolling down from the crown of the head to the appendages before trickling downward to the ground. A small puddle had formed around the base of the young Kaishin's "idol" of sorts, signifying that he was close. It would not be long now. Performing a frontflip and breakdancing in happiness, Okami lifted up with a handstand and gave a thumbs up to his father. Of course, Sanzo could not help but laugh.

"Yeah, I'm the man! I'm the best! Whoo! Noone's messin' with me!" he joked. Okami stood upright and threw a flurry of punches to the air, before Sanzo clapped lightly in impressive standing. "True..you are nearly there, my son." he spoke.

[— Kyo]

-- Engage: The True test.

Having proven that he was more than a formidable opponent, Okami had battled flame for icey flake against Sanzo in previous battles. But it was here that the pupil was beginning to break away from his father's teachings. With every jutsu that they'd been using on the battlefield, Okami's ice was beginning to hold. The young Genin's chakra reserves were becoming much higher than his father's. One could have dared to say that the teacher was growing weary, while his apprentice was once more ready to construct a pillar of ice that would attempt to withstand the intensity of the Katon Jutsu.

"Alright, old man! It's time for a game of jeopardy!" the silver-haired prodigy joked. Sanzo could only tilt his head to the side as sweat threatened to roll down either of his cheeks, a heavy breathing pattern set as his chest rose and fell. "Alright, then, Squirt. Tell me what you had in mind."

Amazing..

Okami had grown into maturity, and yet his father refused to consider that in regards to how he treated his flesh and blood. Their bond was one that could not be easily broken..but it was here on the battlefield where Okami would establish his rightful place alongside his father. "Hit me with your best Fire Style Jutsu...my Ice will hold and not melt." the young Kaishin gloated. Such a proposal caused a flicker of mischief to appear within Sanzo's eyes, a soft nod of his head following a wry grin. "Loser cooks dinner for the next month."

Okami silently agreed with a nod of his head, his canines evident as a devilish grin crossed him. This was going to be one of the easiest bets he'd won, according to his father's chakra levels. Both shinobi began to form handseals rapidly as a bone-chilling wind mixed with Sanzo's heat, titans clashing and cancelling each other out to create a distorted sense of temperature and weather. Too much longer, and they could have disturbed mother nature into invoking her wrath upon them both. It mattered not, though; as their chakra began to swirl to life and mix, their jutsu would decide the victor of this little jutsu bout.

It usually did come down to this. Sanzo wanted only for his son to surpass him; the strings of his heart tugged upon his inability to take his son lightly. He would have to put his best foot forward, and truly attempt to overcome the work and sweat that Okami had accrued. What appeared to be an eternity passed before both took to the offensive. Okami's mother could only stand in the distance and watch as a brilliant light engulfed the area.

"Katon! Goukakyuu No Jutsu!"

The grand stream of fire erupted forth as if the very hand of god, threatening to envelope the area in its entirety and burn the trees to the ground. Embers danced and licked along the gaia, scorching the emerald blades as Okami's very own jutsu raged to life. From below his feet did a sphere of water manifest, its chilling properties allowing it to materialize into ice..and span upward in what appeared to be a large tornado. Sanzo's technique accelerated with swift resolve as the column began to rise over his son's visage. No sooner than when it began to twist in a beautiful display of shards of ice until lingering high above Okami's head, the sphere made contact and exploded into a voluminous eruption.

For seconds did their jutsu collide, but as the smoke and debri cleared...Okami's structure stood without a single drop of water falling away from the edifice above. Completely unscathed was the boy. Sanzo stood straight up in disbelief at the sight before him, the earth about Okami's makeshift shield burning heavily under the influence of his chakra. Only when the impressive Cloud shinobi let down his icey guard did Sanzo greet him with a smile, a nod of his head forever etched into Okami's memory banks.

...For once, he'd done something right.

[Zetsumei]

+30

[— Kyo]

Stretching, the young Okami pulled shut the door behind himself after preparing to embark on yet another journey. He'd travel to the Raikage's Tower, inquiring about once more setting out to pay homage to his beloved village.

[. Exit]