-- silent storm

[– red]

Shuugoumanako [Stage 2]
Rank: B Rank
Skill: Ninjutsu
Special: Requires Fuukamanako
Effect: The ninja is able to see the elements of Water, Lightning and Wind as thin strands of Chakra in the natural Line of Sight (not 360, only where he can see), up to the range of 100 feet (34 yards approximately). He can determine the differences between the three, see its flow, and recognise disturbances. It also allows them to see people by the flow of Water and Lightning within them naturally, clearly diserning them from objects. As such, E-rank and C-Rank genjutsu have no effect on him as he can see the elements rather than the chakra or body. However, B-rank genjutsu and higher still work against him. Also, heavy uses of Water and/or Lightning in the area can confuse the vision provided, temporarily rendering the Shuugoumanako useless for seeing opponents. Finally, the ninja can use D-rank Jutsu's from Water, Lightning and Wind with one less hand seal (or none if they only have one), but not Blood Limit Jutsu's.

0 | 80

-- sometimes I rhyme slow; sometimes I rhyme quick

Caliber can always be tested through one’s potential. Rain poured onto the head of Flint, hair folding over the godlike vessels. If one were to pear through the eyes, they would see the first stage of a blood limit of storm, the deity had nothing to do with it. With no friends, no commitment to his village, the perfect setting for training his second eye was relevant. Lightning had not yet come overhead thankfully, he was the perfect rod for a strike.

”Dangerous measures….”

He mumbled. Time itself, mocking the very existence of the deity. A shift in importance now, revenge on the rain village still on mind. Though, one could not help to feel it would all be for nothing, if one wanted to pirate the village he could, but it would not be the right thing. Blue streams, trailing in rain drop form were splashing through him. It was the essence that colored itself, how could he see such a beautiful thing? One would not want to leave such a pleasant state of mind though easily in the way of death.

Everyone in the rain village had gone inside, the hurricane had arrived. It was surely something that was usually maneuvered out of, but Flint had a death sentence. The swirling vortex, shifting its weight right to the center of the village where he had stood upon the tower. Eyes as cunning as the storm itself, an essence seemed to flow through it all. There was no static, no electric current and if there had been he would be able to differentiate the two.

Wind however, was visible, the storm deity was completely silent. Closing his eyes he could still see these streams of blue, knowing which was which when he saw it because of the way it moved. One would think he was crying though none could ever see him do so. Hand seals had formed, and holding out his palm he shifted water throughout the air, into a black orb, seeing as the surroundings were black. From the inside you could see a yellow spark emitting, very faintly but very visible.

With the power of Ra in his hands, one would think that evil thoughts entered the mind. Though it was not the situation at all, complete relaxation and endurance in the mind of the young shinobi. Even though he hated what situation he was in, the rain always seemed to calm him down better than any other thing, any other drug. Pulling out a cigarette from the other hand, he had a better chance of waking up. Lighting the end with the lightning from his orb, the first drag had been pulled.

”Sometimes I rhyme slow, sometimes I rhyme quick.”

[– red]

-- orbs, filled with aqua radiance.

Orbs, resembling a crumbling earth, the storm raging around it’s core filling the vessels. The exact opposite without the activation, which was seeming to be black holes without the stage one. Only one discrimination in the eyes of the deity. In the distance settled a young kunoichi. Crimson locks frolicking through the wind of the benevolent hurricane, it’s massive size overtaking the village itself. An Archaic light radiating from her body, is it imagination, or extraordinary beauty? Swiftly, a flash of water, disappearing after the trace of sudden movement.

”I thought I was the only one out here…”

Words were louder than they both had thought. It seemed the storm had calmed their senses in such a way, that both had forgotten what sound truly held. Seemingly to be reading a book, paying no mind to Flint at all. Surely she was ignoring, though pestilence would prove him wrong, pursuing his goal for her to speak. At the same time, training into the second stage of his form. Looking down he surely saw her radiant vessels, they sparked the same as his benevolent spectacles. Spreading eyelids, a sudden shock stood on a painted figure, how did they have the same eyes?

”Hello….brother….”

A giggle swiftly maneuvered astray from the female. The same reaction had not mirrored, though the exact opposite. Clenched fists and gritted teeth, a rage now burning through the minds goggles. Before shouting, he needed to calm down. Surely they were of the same bloodline, but how could another Sansutomu be in the same village without him knowing about it? If no one had ever told him, does that mean they were trying to hide it? Or was this simply a series of confusing thoughts, a senile projection for them both.

”…I gave you fair warning beware….”

she mumbled.

The shocking look did not leave his expression. Sweat camouflaged within the worlds tear, seemingly. Adrenaline fueling through each and every vein, mere instinct was shouting out different variations of what to do. As he got more tempted to attack, his eyes were becoming a bit more focusable. Being able to zoom in and out now of the futuristic sight. Now seeing a little more clearly, the vessels examining each and every stream of water, and air. Lightning was now striking through the sky, she had to have created it because the streams were connected to her body.



---

” Who…the hell are you, and how did you get those eyes!?”

[Koori.]

+20

[– red]

20 -- 80

-- “Finally, sight.”

Aqua marine vessels, staring into the mirrored reflection of his blood limit, and it stared back. The pages of her book turning, sounded louder than the storm itself. Glasses stood upon nostrils, and a cigarette sat on her lips. With one drag, a finger of ash fell from the tip and smoke entered through her lungs as she read. Through her nose, smoke began to blow out like a vicious fog awaiting to be exhaled. Their eyes meeting was somewhat of a calling. Both could not help but feel the odd power emitting from both of them.

”My name is Arial, and I assume you are the one they call Flint, correct?”

Her voice as sweet as the summer breeze, but behind it, seemed to lurk a power unlike no other. There sat a blue eyeliner, around her eyes, and it seemed to be part of the kekkai genkai they both possessed. Could she possibly have surpassed his first stage already? Surely, power had been rotated from one side of field to the other, but it seemed that jealousy was not the factor in this occurrence. Respect was more of an abundant precaution, seeing that a fellow member of his clan was in the rain village finally. Excitement fueled his drive now, but for what?

”Yeah….and what’s your name? And I‘ll ask once more, where did you get those eyes”

One would assume he was predicting that she had somehow found the eyes and used them for herself. Racial thoughts slurring up through the cerebellum of this deity, but why? Surely he had enough sense to allow her to explain the situation she was in without just blurting out random suggestions. How would she have killed a Sansutomu anyways? Most did not fall to ones who were not strong enough to kill them, and this cowardly girl surely did not look the part of a random killer. Plus, why would anyone want to take their eyes anyways?

”I just told you moron….Its Arial. I guess…my parents gave me to them…what the hell else do you expect me to say!?”

An rigorous look overtook her now. He was now standing dead in front of her with a blank expression on his face and snot dripping from his nose. It almost seemed as if he had gone to sleep on her, because she talked with such a sweet voice. Anger fueling her disappointment for the young sansutomu standing before her rushed her to throw a punch. Swiftly sense was knocked back into the young rain shinobi, but at a late cost. Face met with mud, and instinct was now thrown out of proportion because no one could have predicted that movement.

”Damnit! Why did you hit me!!? What the hell is your problem anyways!?”

Angry as ever, rubbing his cheek to calm his nerves down a bit. His nostrils poked up and his eyes bent down, the look of stupidity upon his face. She giggled a bit, holding the cigarette in her hands so she would not cough. For a second, he thought about whining, but he was much more mature than that, especially in front of a female within his bloodline. Taking out a malboro smooth, and kneeling to light it with her cigarette without her say so. It was normal for him to do so, because asking was too overrated and he had no time and needed to calm his nerves.

[Zetsumei]

+10

[The Irredeemable ZaG]

Zaguto was lost, the wind was stinging in his eyes and chilling his bones, he knew he had to get back home our the hurricane would take him, he was fighting an upward struggle as he trudged down slick and muddy roads, trees were bending to get in his way and every know and then a branch would be ripped from its home and fly dangerously close to him, he felt like an idiot to be caught in this weather, he was looking for someplace that couls offer some shelter so he could rest his numb legs, a big rock or a tree thick enough to be uneffected by the angry storm, thats when he saw something something he'd never expect, two people standing in open ground, they seemed to just ignore the destrustice force of nature around them, yet at the same time be a part of it, a chill that came not from the icy wind crept up his spine, some one would need to have a very dangerous mind to withstand the destruction around them like that.

His legs began to buckle, he lost all feeling in them, 'Bloody hell no, i need to get out of here.' he shouted inside his head, but his legs would'nt move, he toppled and managed to grab a tree that had leaned over the road, he bent over and starting rubbing his legs, desperate to get some feeling back into them, he'd never been in a storm like this before nor seen two ninja so able to shut out the chaos around them as the two out in the rain, he could'nt tell if they were ame ninja or not, he was trying to focus so he could see if they had noticed him or not when he noticed their eyes, chaotic and shining blue they reflected the storm around them, 'Those two ar'nt normal.' he thought to himself, his own white on black eyes darting between the strangers and his senseless legs, he knew he was'nt in the condition for any trouble with other ninjas frendly or not.

[– red]

-- I’m the truth

“I’m cool, but heat it like a Jacuzzi.”

Navy waves, crushing into tides with lightning surrounding it’s center, all surrounded into a small round vessel. The storms eye stared into it’s reflection, the two illusions appearing to be solely in deep thought. Though, Hannibal, the deity had nothing else to say, the female surely had nothing to respond with. Strong winds pressurizing each and every square inch of the village, though they had become stable, one with the storm. Flickering light bouncing off ocular nerves, it’s reaction to the sun spot that had reached over them at one second, foreshadowing some hope.

”I’ll go get us something to eat, what are you having?

She asked.

”Organs please…”

Hannibal said jokingly. Eyes narrowing into the rear, it was code between the two, seemingly someone else had been able to travel through the storm. Wondering if had been another Sansutomu, a roar shot forth though he stood at a far range with the back turned to a foe.

”Come and join us, if you can!”

said Hannibal jokingly, with Ocular vision just seemingly being able to travel to an even further level.

Hard training into the second stage of his eye, but it would prove worthy in matching. Extreme measures needed to meet the deity if any other level of power was going to be achieved. Aqua rays shot through most of the hydrogen which filled the air, it surely had taken its full capacity at the moment. Growing potential in his eyes, slowly becoming even brighter than Arial. Surely her flame died out long ago, but Hannibal only wanted to grow, and it seemed she wanted to see what he was about. If another male was approaching, surely the instinct of the sansutomu was to become the alpha.

Staff not wielded but prepared for any situation. The battlefield was his, the Deity controlled it’s transition and it’s movement. The eye was something that valued over most things in the clan, and putting it to test was first priority. A smirk crawled onto the soft platform of a face, eyes diagonally transitioned to spot his next target, if there was to be one.

[Zetsumei]

+10

[The Irredeemable ZaG]

Zaguto's head shot up, 'Hell, he saw me.' he thought, he could move his legs, he looked down what had some semblence to a road, 'I i do try and go there i could be attacked, but if i dont than i'm still lost and stuck in a storm...' inside he struggled if he should run away, 'But it's rain country, so they must be rain ninja, so i'm safe right.' he thought, hoping the assumption to be true, but the fact was he was far from any shelter and if they could withstand it then they were his best bet on outlasting this storm.

with that thought, he let go of the tree and began plodding through the slick, muddy ground towards the strangers, still going over in his head what he should do, slowly he got closer to the two, he could now tell that one was a guy and the other a kunoichi, her eyes were like an element in itself, the effect very unsettling for Zaguto, it also annoyed him, he having what his peers called a purly vestigal kekke genkai, meaning he had the potential but was never able to reach it, and deemed a flunk because of it, seeing a pair of ninja using a dojutsu filled him with repressed envy, all these thoughts in his mind somehow made the thought of approching them dominant over the urge to run and his body less numb as he got closer to them.

when after what seemed a month of painfully cold walk he reached the two strangers, he noticed that the guy had what looked like a metal lightning rod, or what could pass as one in this storm, Zaguto suddenly realised that these two could be less frendly than he hoped they were, he kept his head down so he would'nt make eye contact with either of them, his hands slid into his pockets and he got a grip over the weapon scrolls he kept in there, cold and frozen stiff as he was the last thing he wanted was to be found off guard by a pair of eye users in a hurricane, 'Bloody hell what a day.' he thought

[– red]

40 -- 80

Cowardly. When one would rather put their hands into their pockets than try to grab hold of something during the violent storm, then something had to be wrong. Observing closely, the kekkai genkai picking upon the trail of the shinobi, a blue veil of strings followed the shinobi who was approaching. Arial picked up on the significance of the stance also. Paranoia overwhelmed itself over the Sansutomu, though the only thing Arial was doing had been observing. Her eyes seemed to give off radiance, as if to calm the storm a little but the hurricane still crept upon every inch of the village. Wind was having it’s own effect on the ocular level, though now that lightning had begun to strike the ground, it now seemed that it was going to blur the vision a little.

”Stay strong…”

The little bewildered voice mumbled. It was a calm tone and in the situation it was hard to understand. Though heeding the warning quickly, Hannibal’s staff was pulled from his back at the top of the pole and now it stood as a lightning rod. Tossing it into the air, and completing hand seals. ox, rat, bird, dragon in the exact sentence. The animals shifting through the delicate instrumentals, which were his fingers. Holding his left hand out and his right hand, the shinobi would catch the staff in his left, and watch as an orb began to form in his right. Nodding to Arial, and only a mere four seconds had passed by before he had created the unseen movements. Now standing to the front of the storm, as his opponent walked forth from his left side.

The orb itself began to resemble the earth. Watching it more understandingly, the earth would become blackened with rage. Lightning circled the planet like rings, and swiftly power shifted into the power of the hands of Hannibal. No smirk on the face, but complete concentration.

“Care for a spar? I would not normally ask in the situation, but I see your already getting ready…”

Hoping to put fear into the heart of the former rain shinobi, boldness fueled through his voice. Eyes shifted to the sides, utter fixation on the body that lay before him, awaiting that response. Great power stood within the eyes, as the world rotated and it’s gaze was somewhat of elegance. The slow rotation of the earth could cause anyone to fall for it’s beauty now.

The true existence would stand as confusion for the one dazzling his being. Even though both rain ninja, competition would still stand between the two. Colossal power, shifting through both ends of the battlefield and not one seemed to be scared of the other.

‘Benevolence. Ignorance is blissful, but my taste is for knowledge. I am caged in like an animal, but in this storm I must leak havoc among the village for it is my only time to do so. Starting with the rain ninja to the side of me. With his blood I will create a symbol. And now with my beast getting closer to exiting, I can now do what I want to right now, in my other state of mind. It’s either kill or be killed…..right?’

[Zetsumei]

+10

[– red]

-- exits.