Remembering the past
Sept 9, 2008 20:31:58 GMT -7
Post by Runeska on Sept 9, 2008 20:31:58 GMT -7
Raiton – Raiu Karasu (Thunderstorm Raven)
Rank: D, C, B
Skill: Ninjutsu.
Effect: Creates ravens of lightning to attack your opponent.
Special: Tiger, Dog, Tiger
Drawback: Must be learned multiple times in order to truly master. The swallows dissolve if they pass out of forty meters of the user.
Description: The user forms the hand seals, creating ravens of lightning around them. The ravens are roughly two feet in wingspan. The ravens are comprised of pure electricity, and discharge into a shock of electricity when they strike an object. Each swallow discharges with a D rank shock. The user can control the motions of the swallows completely. When first learned, the user is only capable of creating up to five ravens at a time. Each time learned, the user can create an additional five ravens. When the user attains to capability of creating fifty ravens, the technique increases to a C rank technique, allowing for an additional five per training as usual. When the user reaches the capability of creating one hundred twenty swallows, the training becomes B rank. The user can create two hundred swallows, total, before they max out.
Limit: Must have Lightning Release.
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Begin flash back_____
Standing before his father, Aclime stood outside in the rain. The leafy greenery, normally a breath of fresh air, was stunning and breathtaking under the deluge of the heavens. Aclime was only seven right now, having just passed the ninja academy exam last month. His parents had been arguing about whether or not they would really allow him to work as a shinobi. His mother was always the more protective one. She wouldn’t have Aclime put in such dangers as the ninja life, not this young anyway. His father was already an accomplished ninja though. The same blood ran through Aclime, so he had to be a natural. But to assure her that he’d do fine, his father decided to over see his training. Nothing could go wrong as long as he had a strong foundation.
This brought them to where they were now. “Daddy? Why are we out here in the ran? Won’t we catch a cold?” His soft little voice was barely audible, almost lost to the constant drip drop of rain drops plummeting down from the sky.
That’s when Aclime caught sight of his father. His massive frame stood to his side, making a simple few hand seals. Aclime tracked the hand seals, mumbling the symbols he’d identified. Tiger, dog, tiger, just three. What he was doing? Then he fathers head turned to him quickly. Just as he did that, a spark of electricity flashed before his eyes. Thinking it lightning from the sky, he quickly ducked down, thinking it the end for him. But, there was no skin charring shock from the flash. Instead, a few seconds passed as the rain and thunder continued around them. “Aclime, rise now. Don’t be afraid. I won’t hurt you, I promise,” his father said as those hands began to reach down toward him. Next thing he knew, he was hurled to his feet quickly, but gingerly by his father. His eyes were still closed from fear of the bolt of lightning. But the fear in his eyes quickly replaced itself with wonder when he opened them to see a bird made of thunder floating around him.
“Dad?” Aclime said as if it were a question, “what is it?” He reached forward to touch it, but his the thunder bird simply moved away from him, at which point his wonder became greater.
“Son, that is the first Jutu that I will teach you. Do what you just saw me do.” By that, he meant the hand seals, being that knew Aclime had watched well.
Thinking for a brief moment, Aclime said, “Ok,” and slowly made the hand seals of this order: Tiger, dog, tiger, saying each as he did it. He was by no chance, even remotely familiar with forming hand seals, even though he’d studied them well in the academy. After a few seconds, he’d finished the hand seals and allowed some of his chakra to leak out of his body. A brief second passed by, during which, there was a brief spark of electricity. That was all.
When he looked up to see his father’s demonstration, he said, “It’s alright, take you time and concentrate. I know you can do it.”
So without any other words, Aclime slowly did the hand seals again, concentrating his chakra more so toward a single area. When he did that, that same spark leapt up, only the spark was a brilliantly shinning bird of thunder. The wing span was two feet, about the size of a midsized swallow. Before anyone could say anything, his hand shot out and grabbed it. Immediately, he received a jolt that sent him off his feet. He was senseless for a brief moment while his body lay sprawled out in the wet grass.
Immediately, his father pulled him up by his arms, laughingly lightly. “Yes son, you almost had it. But if you keep that up, you’ll learn not to touch with me having to say a word.” After Aclime was back on his feet, his father did the same sequence of hand seals again. This time, five birds appeared and a burst of lightning. “Focus more until you can make five, then we’ll go home for lunch.” After that, his father moved to sit under a tree. From there, he watched Aclime practice his jutsu.
Aclime’s tiny hands fumbled around the seals for another few seconds, creating the necessary hand seals. Once he was finished. He saw a spark of electricity leap into the shape of a swallow. Their were four other bird like shapes, but they were less defined then this one and he couldn’t get them to move. Remembering how he had to use the academy techniques, he slowly began to concentrate deeper as he began form the hand seals again. Slowly, the other five bird like shapes he’d made moments ago morphed and became identical to the first one. Before he could anything though, the shapes dispersed and fade, leaving him feeling a little exhausted at the chakra output. He ignored this and did the hand seals again, captivated by the flashing forms of the jutsu.
Another few moments passed as Aclime continued to experiment on with his technique. The rain and thunder around him became non existent, even though it boomed loudly and soaked him from head to foot. Over his head again, he could hear his father calling out to him. When he returned, he was simply told to focus just a bit more. When he asked why, the explanation was that his birds were all a bit small. That’s when Aclime looked up and realized that except that one first bird, all his others were only about a foot long. Quickly, he dispersed the first few he’d made in order to start over. In his excitement, he acutally began to do the hand seals slightly faster. In response, the electricity from his jutsu sprung forth and simultaneously created the birds of his desire. Each were two feet in wingspan, the five hovering near him. Without being told, he began to force these swallow of his to do small acrobatic stunts in mid air such looping and cutting each other off until his father came by his side.
“Alright Aclime, It’s time to go.” He reached out to grab Aclime’s arm, but he dodged.
“But I don’t want to go yet!” he pleaded, backing farther into the greenery.
“Now now Aclime, you mother would kill me to see you like this. You’re soaked and we don’t get you out of those clothes, you’ll catch a cold. Then you’ll be stuck in bed for a week.” Aclime didn’t favor that alternative much, and quickly came to his dad who then began to walk back home.
Rank: D, C, B
Skill: Ninjutsu.
Effect: Creates ravens of lightning to attack your opponent.
Special: Tiger, Dog, Tiger
Drawback: Must be learned multiple times in order to truly master. The swallows dissolve if they pass out of forty meters of the user.
Description: The user forms the hand seals, creating ravens of lightning around them. The ravens are roughly two feet in wingspan. The ravens are comprised of pure electricity, and discharge into a shock of electricity when they strike an object. Each swallow discharges with a D rank shock. The user can control the motions of the swallows completely. When first learned, the user is only capable of creating up to five ravens at a time. Each time learned, the user can create an additional five ravens. When the user attains to capability of creating fifty ravens, the technique increases to a C rank technique, allowing for an additional five per training as usual. When the user reaches the capability of creating one hundred twenty swallows, the training becomes B rank. The user can create two hundred swallows, total, before they max out.
Limit: Must have Lightning Release.
0/10
Begin flash back_____
Standing before his father, Aclime stood outside in the rain. The leafy greenery, normally a breath of fresh air, was stunning and breathtaking under the deluge of the heavens. Aclime was only seven right now, having just passed the ninja academy exam last month. His parents had been arguing about whether or not they would really allow him to work as a shinobi. His mother was always the more protective one. She wouldn’t have Aclime put in such dangers as the ninja life, not this young anyway. His father was already an accomplished ninja though. The same blood ran through Aclime, so he had to be a natural. But to assure her that he’d do fine, his father decided to over see his training. Nothing could go wrong as long as he had a strong foundation.
This brought them to where they were now. “Daddy? Why are we out here in the ran? Won’t we catch a cold?” His soft little voice was barely audible, almost lost to the constant drip drop of rain drops plummeting down from the sky.
That’s when Aclime caught sight of his father. His massive frame stood to his side, making a simple few hand seals. Aclime tracked the hand seals, mumbling the symbols he’d identified. Tiger, dog, tiger, just three. What he was doing? Then he fathers head turned to him quickly. Just as he did that, a spark of electricity flashed before his eyes. Thinking it lightning from the sky, he quickly ducked down, thinking it the end for him. But, there was no skin charring shock from the flash. Instead, a few seconds passed as the rain and thunder continued around them. “Aclime, rise now. Don’t be afraid. I won’t hurt you, I promise,” his father said as those hands began to reach down toward him. Next thing he knew, he was hurled to his feet quickly, but gingerly by his father. His eyes were still closed from fear of the bolt of lightning. But the fear in his eyes quickly replaced itself with wonder when he opened them to see a bird made of thunder floating around him.
“Dad?” Aclime said as if it were a question, “what is it?” He reached forward to touch it, but his the thunder bird simply moved away from him, at which point his wonder became greater.
“Son, that is the first Jutu that I will teach you. Do what you just saw me do.” By that, he meant the hand seals, being that knew Aclime had watched well.
Thinking for a brief moment, Aclime said, “Ok,” and slowly made the hand seals of this order: Tiger, dog, tiger, saying each as he did it. He was by no chance, even remotely familiar with forming hand seals, even though he’d studied them well in the academy. After a few seconds, he’d finished the hand seals and allowed some of his chakra to leak out of his body. A brief second passed by, during which, there was a brief spark of electricity. That was all.
When he looked up to see his father’s demonstration, he said, “It’s alright, take you time and concentrate. I know you can do it.”
So without any other words, Aclime slowly did the hand seals again, concentrating his chakra more so toward a single area. When he did that, that same spark leapt up, only the spark was a brilliantly shinning bird of thunder. The wing span was two feet, about the size of a midsized swallow. Before anyone could say anything, his hand shot out and grabbed it. Immediately, he received a jolt that sent him off his feet. He was senseless for a brief moment while his body lay sprawled out in the wet grass.
Immediately, his father pulled him up by his arms, laughingly lightly. “Yes son, you almost had it. But if you keep that up, you’ll learn not to touch with me having to say a word.” After Aclime was back on his feet, his father did the same sequence of hand seals again. This time, five birds appeared and a burst of lightning. “Focus more until you can make five, then we’ll go home for lunch.” After that, his father moved to sit under a tree. From there, he watched Aclime practice his jutsu.
Aclime’s tiny hands fumbled around the seals for another few seconds, creating the necessary hand seals. Once he was finished. He saw a spark of electricity leap into the shape of a swallow. Their were four other bird like shapes, but they were less defined then this one and he couldn’t get them to move. Remembering how he had to use the academy techniques, he slowly began to concentrate deeper as he began form the hand seals again. Slowly, the other five bird like shapes he’d made moments ago morphed and became identical to the first one. Before he could anything though, the shapes dispersed and fade, leaving him feeling a little exhausted at the chakra output. He ignored this and did the hand seals again, captivated by the flashing forms of the jutsu.
Another few moments passed as Aclime continued to experiment on with his technique. The rain and thunder around him became non existent, even though it boomed loudly and soaked him from head to foot. Over his head again, he could hear his father calling out to him. When he returned, he was simply told to focus just a bit more. When he asked why, the explanation was that his birds were all a bit small. That’s when Aclime looked up and realized that except that one first bird, all his others were only about a foot long. Quickly, he dispersed the first few he’d made in order to start over. In his excitement, he acutally began to do the hand seals slightly faster. In response, the electricity from his jutsu sprung forth and simultaneously created the birds of his desire. Each were two feet in wingspan, the five hovering near him. Without being told, he began to force these swallow of his to do small acrobatic stunts in mid air such looping and cutting each other off until his father came by his side.
“Alright Aclime, It’s time to go.” He reached out to grab Aclime’s arm, but he dodged.
“But I don’t want to go yet!” he pleaded, backing farther into the greenery.
“Now now Aclime, you mother would kill me to see you like this. You’re soaked and we don’t get you out of those clothes, you’ll catch a cold. Then you’ll be stuck in bed for a week.” Aclime didn’t favor that alternative much, and quickly came to his dad who then began to walk back home.