Remembering the past

[Runeska]

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.

[Elgar]

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[Runeska]

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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Aclime’s eyes opened for a brief moment from where he was sitting. The past held so many memories. Unfortunately, not all of them were so good. But as long as he didn’t currently have anything to do, he could afford to sit here for a moment and allow his memories of the past to set in

Next flashback______

Days had passed and turned into weeks, two to be exact. Once again, Aclime was outside with his father, except to day it there was no heavenly downpour. Instead, the sky was clear and filled with many differently shaped clouds, obscuring the sun from their view. Turning to his view, Aclime said, “Dad, what are we going to do today?


Instantly, his father formed the same few hand seals that they had went over last time for the Raiu Karasu jutsu. In a brief moment, the same bird shaped strips of lightning flashed before his eye before he realized what was happening. “Aclime, this jutsu doesn’t’ end where you have it at. It’s much more powerful then your basic one that you have right now.” But Aclime couldn’t’ see a differnence. His birds were exactly the same as what he’d been taught a few weeks ago. “Look closely now Aclime. Count the birds…”



That’s when he realized that there were actually ten, not just five. Instanlty, Aclime began to make the hand seals for the jutsu, pouring his chakra into his being for a brief moment. Initially, he managed to form the five that he’d previously made. Nothing was different about his except that their were fewer than his fathers. Dispersing the first few, he formed the hand seals quickly, anticipating learning more into this technique. Once more, the number of thunder birds staid at five, though he managed to create an extra spark for a second. This continued on for another few tries, each time showing very little progress toward reaching another thunder bird. He was slowly beginning to get very fed up with this whole jutsu, and the frustration was beginning to show on his young inexperienced face. In fact, just after he failed in performing the jutsu at its new rank, his face began to twist up in anger.


“Son, cool down. Focus and practice. It’s not as easy as it looks”


With his teeth grit tightly together, it was clear that the cool off would be trouble. However, after taking a few deep breaths, he felt himself calming more. After he could feel his anger subsiding, he looked to his father and said, “What am I doing wrong?



“You just need to focus and remain calm. An Akumu must know how to focus under the most extreme circumstances. You’ll learn more about that as you begin to learn more of our ways.” He stopped for a brief moment to pat his head before saying, “Now back to work.”


With that settled, he began to focus his direction around him more as he made his hand seals. Quickly, The original sparks that were his first birds formed again, with three more additions to there ranks. These new additions lacked proper form though and were just twirling sparks of electricity. He had to start over again The hand seals were quickly ran off after dispersing his prior failed attempt. This time, he held ten sparks around him, very closely. They were close enough to him that he could feel his hairs sticking up toward them. However, due to the lack of form, the extra bits of electricity dispersed. He wasn’t discouraged though, he just had to keep at. Before long, his hands began to form the hand seals once more. Instantly, ten sparks off electricity leapt up from the currents of air surrounding him. In response, he tried to focus as were forming, to create the bird like forms that held his complete attention. The strain was strange though. They were there, still somewhat vague, though capable of being controlled now. His face was tensed, ready to push it again.



“Aclime, why don’t you come sit down for a moment?” His father had asked him this question from the crease on his face. The focus was not something a seven year old was supposed to know. What surprised him was the next words to come forth from Aclime’s mouth.



“No thank you dad. I’ve almost got it” Still holing his birds in the air, he began to separate them by putting space in between them. They responded slow and sluggish to his call. The speed of the movement was comparable to a pideon waddling in the grass. With a wave of his head, he decided to desperse these again. He needed to start over.



“Tiger, Dog, Tiger!” he called out as he made the hand seals. With a bit of a delayed response, the birds of thunder appeared around him once more. He could judge their wingspan by now to be about a good two feet, though the image was wavering. Seeing fault in the design, he dispersed in a snap and formed the hand seals. This time, he could clearly see the resemblance to birds in its design. It was as flawless as anyone could expect from a seven year old. But there was a problem. He could help but be drawn toward his own creations for a moment. I mean, it’s a bird, it’s electricity, it’s both. How could he resist? With that same dumb wonder on his face, he reached out towards one of his thunder birds as if to pet it. As soon as his hand made contact, the bird dispersed in a small, but painful burst of electricity. Due to his small size, this caused him to stumble backward. It all happened so past too. His had looked away for only a brief second. But by the time he’d turned his attention back to his practicing son, he’d already dispersed about four of his birds by touching, or rather, falling into them. By this time, he’d lost enough concentration to drop all of his birds and disperse them without meaning to.


Unfortunately, this had inflicted some nasty burn marks from the electrical currents. What was he supposed to do now? Aclime was in pain, and nearly in tears. He would have cried, accept that he was taught that tears did not fall from a warrior’s eyes. However, his father could tell exactly what time it was.



“Alright Aclime, what about we go on a little walk and clean you up some?” What he basically meant was, let’s not bring this up to your mom. But how could he hide it? Even if the slight burn marks wouldn’t show on Aclime’s skin, he still had holes in his clothes. It was just an accident, and Aclime’s own fault. Perhaps she would see some humor in this instead of getting so flustered. But then he saw the tear being held back in the corner of his eye. He had a better chance getting Satan to go ice-skating barefoot. She’d be so mad. But then again, didn’t she always? Helping Aclime back to his feet, he sighed and said, “Come on son, that’s it for the day.”

[|Ayame Unbound|]

Learned.

[Runeska]

Assaku Sentou (Compression Punch)
Rank: C Rank
Skill: Tai
Effect: When the user slams their fist into the ground, Chakra is burst out from their fist and to the ground, This causes a geyser of hot steam to erupted out the ground in a straight line of 20 meter's, if hit by the this move they will get 2 degree burns on them.
Special: None
Drawback: None
Description: The user must concentrate chakra into their fist, when that is done the user slams their fist into the ground releasing all the chakra that was in their hand into the ground on contact. The chakra then becomes super heated in the ground with results in steam, The steam starts to expand and has only one way to go up.
Limit: Must have the first stage of Chaos.


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He continued to let his mind drift away again in past, though his mind had skipped a few years ahead of time, to when he’d first started learning the Kamyuja clan moves. He’d left in secret and sat in a forest just outside village. He probably shouldn’t have left the place where it was hidden, but he didn’t quite feel like showing his face anywhere. Besides, the area he’d chosen was hidden to the spying eyes of possible competition. By the time someone could penetrate this far into the forest, he’d certainly hear them and thus make an escape. Thinking for a moment, he decided to train in his blood limit, since he hadn‘t actually done such a thing yet. It wasn’t that bad a thing yet though. He was, at this time, only about 8.



Turning on chaos, Aclime began concentrating chakra into his hand. Nothing happened at first. He couldn’t get even one ounce to flow toward his hand, even though he was clearly straining. Taking a deep breath, he could feel something beginning to happen. His hand began to vibrate slightly, but there was no other effect. He started again, but the same effect answered him for about half an hour. He could since nothing, no activity, no chakra, no heat. It seemed as if he’d done nothing but waist time. Aclime decided to switch off chaos for a moment, to recover his chakra and try again.



After about five minutes of resting, he rose to his feet to practice again. Straining against his will, he could feel chakra slow building up into his hand. It was all pooling in his forearms, but wouldn’t channel any further. Concentrating, he tried forcing it to move further down his arm. The attempt failed, and he felt the chakra dissipating. He let it all go and began concentrating again. This time, he immediately pooled it up in his forearms, and didn’t simmer away. Using that, he tried to focus more on the chakra. His reward was very slow and tedious. First, he built it up and pushed it downward, the physical components of his arm resisting the whole time. After about a minute, he managed to get it toward his wrist. However, chaos had just ran out, and his arm began to burn as if he dumped it in hot grease. His face tensed up in pain momentarily, but it wasn’t enough to discourage his training

After he’d rested enough for him to use chaos again, he activated it, and began to channel again. By that time, his arm wasn’t sore anymore, not that he’d have felt it in chaos. Continuing his training, he forced an amazing amount of chakra toward his fist at once. It sparked for a second weakly and went away. He smiled once, sure that that was some kind of progress. However, it was only starting. Continuing from there, he tried to close his fist around the around the chakra. As soon as he moved a muscle, the chakra dispersed into the air around him. Disappointed, he reprimanded himself and started again.


This time, the chakra began surging toward his arm uncontrollably. Just then, chaos cut off, and his body returned to normal, causing the pain to finally reach him. It knocked him like a ton bricks. He however grit his teeth, and with stood the pain long enough to calmly sit back down. Immediately afterwards, he rose again and resumed his training. A few minutes had passed with the only results being that he’d managed to get a constant flow of chakra to his right arm. He could hold the chakra there, and build on to it. However, every time he attempted to harness it by closing his hand around it, the chakra dispersed, leaving him with nothing but remnants of a failed jutsu.


Knowing that it had to do with his control, he went back to where he started. He thought his problem was that while he was getting a consistent flood of chakra, it was happening too slow for it to be utilized. Concentrating once more, Aclime began channeling the chakra to his arm. Using all of his mental capabilities, the speed of the flow slowly began to speed up. It would have to suffice for the moment. Looking around the area he’d chosen to train in, he decided to take a small break behind a large boulder just a few yards off. Unfortunately, the break was due to burning out his chakra reserves.

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Training once more, Aclime tried pushing the limits of his control. It was still very hard, and staining. He realized this repeatedly every time chaos ran out. His arm would began to twitch and burn every time. In fact, at three occasions in the past hour or two that he’d been at it, he’d lost the use of his arm for a while after chaos ran its course. Channeling chakra towards his arm again, he could tell that the chakra was moving its path along his arm. This time, he had it completely flowing into his arm. It had only taken him two seconds to build the chakra up. He was quite satisfied with that much by this time. Seeing as the chakra held, and didn’t dissipate as it previously had, he decided to try closing it with his palm. He started doing so very slowly, just in case the chakra decided to scatter to the wind.



Closing his palm very slowly, he could feel the chakra beginning to compact into his hand. He tried to tighten his grip, and the tension increased more. It now felt as if he was trying to close his hand around a stone and crush it between his fingers. At first, it resisted, but held in his palm as his fingers began to tighten around the chakra. But soon enough, it stopped. He couldn’t put anymore force onto the chakra. The disappointing thing was that his hand was only halfway closed. He wasn’t even holding a closed fist.


Releasing his hold, the chakra slowly dwindled to nothing, so he decided to start all over again. As his built up the chakra, he slowly began to increase the quantity. When he had any amount that he was comfortable with, he flooded it all to his right hand instantly. Instead of trying to close his fist around it gradually, he instantly snapped his hand shut as if he were crushing a bug. He heard a loud whooshing sound, like area escaping a closed in space. His timing was very poor too. Just at that moment, chaos wore off. As it did, his right hand and arm erupted into more pain than it had so far. It was as if he’d shattered his whole arm. Every nerve muscle in every fiber of his arm was in so much pain. At first, it just felt like he’d been punched. That was only the first two second though. More than likely, his brain just hadn’t removed received the message yet.


After the initial two seconds passed without chaos, his arm tensed up and every muscle bulged up as if it would explode. The pain was excruciating as his arm began to visibly throb and pulse. Thankfully, the second stage of chaos regenerated quicker than the first, allowing him to reactivate it and escape the pain after a minute had passed. Back at it again, he tried channeling chakra toward his arm. It was just as difficult as it had always been. This time however, when he tried closing his hand around it, it compacted into his hand as needed and only a small amount actually escaped. He practiced keeping the chakra in his as his closed many times over, until chaos shut down and new pain arrived again.



The pain wasn’t as bad this time. He guessed that he was about ready to move on to the next step in his training, capturing the chakra and releasing it into the ground. After the pain subsided once more, Aclime channeled his chakra into his eyes in order to use chaos again. Now channeling chakra into his arm, he focused everything into compressing the chakra into a solid fist. As with his previous try, he could feel his hand giving way against the force his chakra exerted. He fought on however, slowly closing his palm and forming a closed fist. The chakra stayed inside, but was unstable, like a time bomb ready to explode in his presence. His hand was now solid and closed in a fist, he could tell that a vast amount of chakra was escaping. Aclime’s control finally slipped, and the chakra exploded outward, visibly scattering.



His hand flew wide open and for a second, some steam and smoke drifted off its surface. Knowing the amount of pure pain he’d have afterward, he decided that to continue on quickly and gain as much progress as possible. Slowly, Aclime flexed his hand to see if there was any functionality in it. Being that it moved, he figured it was well enough, and continued training. It was his fifth time after having the chakra explode out in the same manner, that he’d hit the first bit of pivotal achievement. With a small grin on his face, he watched the chakra resting in his palm, enclosed around his fist. There was nothing, no resistance, no outward force, and no charring after affect.



Seeing this as a turning point, he quickly crashed his palm onto the ground. As his hand struck, he realesed all the chakra within his hand in one quick fluent motion. As soon as it struck the ground he watched a small wavering pattern streak into the floor. As it passed by flora in the under bush, a small amount of steam rose out the ground. Any plant, aside from something large like a tree, instantly died as it passed by. The motion passed by in a second, like someone lighting a match to a fuse. Suddenly, a large spot of stream floated out the ground. It lacked the power and force he expected, but it was a tremendous leap forward. As soon as that happened though, chaos wore off. He had already exhausted his usage of it, so this time, he had to bare the pain. It was if someone had injected ethanol alcohol into his right arm. It just kept burning worse and worse, until his arm bruised up and turned purple. Once the pain had subsided, he tried to move his arm, and it wouldn’t, for the love of god move. When he touched it with his other arm, it caused a nasty spasm of pain. With that, he decided that it would be best to wait for a few hours. He closed his eyes and began to sleep off the pain.

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His eyes were still tightly shut, blocking out the influence of the world, all except sound. He could here the sound of crickets in the background along with the hoot of a few owls. Nothing that would put him in danger but something was rather wrong. Wait for… wait for it…

In a flash, Aclime’s eyes opened, the lack of sunshine and sound of nightly creatures betraying his trust. It was night! That meant he’d overslept, and his mom would be angry, not to mention he’d missed his appoint with his dad to train the akumu techniques they were supposed to be learning. Quickly, he decided to finish up, then head home.


From where he left off, he’d just gotten the last part of it down, except that it was too weak. He knew what he had to do now, and it be easier than the other parts of this jutsu. Channeling chakra, he turned on chaos again. He began immediately, channeling chakra into his arm. It took less time than it ever had before. As he closed his hand around the chakra and formed a fist, he noticed that it was also easier. He took a great deal of concentration as he began trying to trap the chakra into his fist. Quickly, he slammed his hand into the floor, releasing the chakra that he’d channeled into the ground. At first, he noticed that nothing happened this time. Then, he saw a small patch shaped rumble in the ground began to make a small eruption. It was more like a balloon had sprung a leak, the gas inside leaking out as if someone were deflating it with a thin needle.


It was a failure, so he started over. This time, he started channeling more chakra into his fist, releasing it with a large crashing smack to the ground. It released into the ground, making a large bulge form where it had struck. Suddenly, it blew out, spraying dirt and debris everywhere. A small spout of steam blew out, quickly cooling and dispersing. “That was almost it. May be just a little more chakra will do it.”

Desperation fueled his last attempt at his jutsu. He’d already been out here too long, and would have to leave soon, or face a hefty punishment. But the had to remain slightly calm, or else it would interfere with his control . So he pushed forward more chakra into his hand then closed his fist around it. When he struck the ground, he released the chakra with a massive smack. Instantly, he watched as it exploded outward and flew up into their air, a large wall of steam following just below it. It had to been really hot too, because Aclime was standing ten feet away, and felt sweat beginning to run down his forehead. That was it, for now. He’d have to return latter if he’d missed anything, but that was just how he’d saw his uncle Yutake do it the other day.

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[Runeska]

Ground Breaker
Rank:C-Rank
Skill:Taijutsu
Effect:
First Stage: Punching the ground with tremendous for causing the ground to be shaking and vibration at the surface of the earth resulting in a underground movement with in a mile making it very hard for everyone in the area to stand or move cause of the ground movement. (First turn or during the same time you did the move).
Second Stage: Next after the ground started to shake the ground split open causing some part of the area to collapse and others areas pillars of of the earth start to shoot up changing the surrounding of the area to a new place. (Second turn or second post.)
Special:None
Drawback:None
Description: At first the ground starts to shake violently after the user has sent their punch to the ground causing a small earth quake. Next the ground starts to open up and pillars of the earth start to raise from the ground standing 10 to 20 feet tall. All in a mile radius.
Limit:Only usable by the Kamyuja Bloodlimit

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Unfortunately, it had been another month. Aclime had just started tapping in his anger within. It was very brief, but he‘d just gotten the hang over dark chi. Soon Aclime could start learning as an actual clan member would. But for right now, he was alone again in his seclude area. He decided to attempt learning the ground breaker technique. Once, long ago, his uncle had attempted to teach him this move. But at the time, too much was going on. There weren’t any open chances. He only wished he had learned it. But now, there was too much going on with him having just starting the Akumu jutsus.



Taking a deep breadth, Aclime quickly began to clear his mind so that he could concentrate this, the ground breaker technique. In order to do the actual technique, all he had to do was strike the ground with enough force to cause an earthquake, yet a small one. It didn’t sound too hard, upon first thought. But as he first lifted his hand into the air, he’d see the true difficulty in a mere moment. When he first struck the ground, the earth gave no way and the grit beneath his foot didn’t move. Because of that, the full force of his attack was transferred directly to his own hand The shock hurt a lot. It jolted fully through his right hand and shook through every joint of his right arm. Such a large flaw in his technique could be the only reason for a mishap like this. Quickly, he yanked his arm from the ground and held it to his body for a moment. It pulsed once, twice, thrice, all in pain. But he shook it off. He couldn’t afford to baby himself like he’d end up doing.



A few seconds passed, Aclime decided to give it another try. This time, he would take the time to visualized what he was doing. He took a few breaths of air as he waited. Then it was time strike. With a sudden heave of his body, lunged his right arm back a bit and then brought it downward, cracking it down upon the surface of the ground. At first, there was no motion or splitting anywhere in the ground but gradually, he could feel some kind of motion building up beneath him. The seconds that passed were short. The first tremor was felt after about five of these short seconds. The problem was they were all very short and ragged motions, like a child pulling a shelf that they couldn’t yet reach. First they reach for it and missed altogether. Then after a few seconds, they’d tip at the very edge, unable to move any higher. After sitting just at edge at that shelf, the edge of success, the child would finally accept their limitations and sit down upon the floor, defeated. That was exactly as his technique had just acted. It started out doing nothing. A few seconds of stoic settling occurred, after which, his technique took sudden hold as if to make progress, only to stop short of his goal.


Concentrating once more, Aclime put his right arm slightly behind further back than the rest of his body. After standing there for a moment, he shifted his weight backward to boost the momentum of his fist. Then with a large gesture , he threw his whole upper body down fist first. Immediately, his fist cracked down on the floor, releasing the force of his attack upon it. This time, there was a quick jerky movement beneath the ground. It wasn’t enough to throw him off balance, but it was a noticeable shift within the ground. He couldn’t help but feel as though he wasn’t even near completion yet, however, after a few seconds passed, the ground began to split apart slowly. The crack started at the spot he’d hit and began to stretch out, eventually moving out of his site. Could this be? Was this the rest of the jutsu?


Suddenly, a few parts of the floor shot up while others sunk down slightly. The difference was only plus or minus a meter, meaning that as he did this, the ground either collapsed a meter and created a meter tall pillar. Either way, that wasn’t the full strength of the technique. This would only cause a slight hindrance to someone he fought. What he had to do was much more frightful and powerful. After few seconds of waiting, the ground began returning to normal. After that, he got ready to try again. Standing back in his form, Aclime had his right arm back behind him. This time, he threw his whole body forward as he struck. When his fist actually struck the ground, it was after jutting it forward with such force that the air whistled for a moment. Instantly, his fist cracked through the ground, the pure force of the technique causing a large pillar to leap from the ground before, as if to protest to his torment of the earth.

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All and all, it was nothing to what he needed. Something that completely shifted the battle field, that’s what he was after. With this thought in mind, he brought his quickly shifted the weight of his body all toward the air. In what appeared to be on cataclysmic action, he violently threw his arm toward the ground, nearly loosing his balance right after his hand hit the floor. Immediately, their was a tremendous tremor that rattled the ground beneath his own feet. It was actually quite unexpected at first. It was quite more than he expected to get on this try. He tried to keep his balance and stand, but it was a fruitless effort. He’d made it impossible by the way he’d thrown his body into the floor. There wasn’t a balance, and he fell, clashing down to the floor after only three seconds of attempting to stand on his feet. Another few second passed by, all which he spent on the floor. Suddenly, the ground began to crumble under his back. Instinctively, he tried to roll up to his feet, but his motion was just too slow. In anticipation of the hit, it felt like time slowed.


Then it happed. VROOM!!! CRISH!!! CRACK!!!!!! Just as he was almost to his feet, fillers began to shoot up. The earliest to do so smacked him in his butt and sent him rolling forward. Unfortunately, that wasn’t the end of it. As he rolled forward, his body continued to go forward further than he should have. That’s when he realized that his motion was downward and picking up speed by the second. His eyes focused forward, then whirled behind him to see the ground nearly forty feet above him. But that distance was too much. In order for him to create pillars so high, he’d have to….. Then his eyes shifted around him for another second. The air that surrounded just seconds ago was nowhere to be found. It was replaced by solid rock and dirt on all four sides, as if he’d been buried alive. He had to have fallen down in syncline. But the thought didn’t have too much time to take hold. Before another second could pass, the sound of moving earth shook below and around him again. Suddenly, his back was plastered to the bottom of his earth whole as it he felt a sudden upward movement.



With the solid clumping sound of the earth leveling off below him, he was tossed a few feet in the air. He then crashed back down, head first, unable to move for the time being. The ground around him was somewhat leveled in comparison to what it had been just moments ago. However, all over, it was easy to tell how disturbed the earth was with the dirt misplaced all over. The grass was also sectioned off as if someone had cut it into turf. Aclime, poor Aclime, still laid down on the floor, too shaken to move. His vision was suddenly fading and blackening into nothing.

[|Ayame Unbound|]

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His head swam in his dizziing shock for a moment. He didn't bother to even move, until he hear a voice over his head.

"Aclime! Rise now!" The voice was harsh, full of disspointment and anger. "So this is what you do in your free time? I expected more from you!"


Instantly, he recognized the voice as his uncle Yutake. He was always pushing him to train, and for him, it was double. Regardless of what was required as an akumu, he always found himself needing training in his blood limit. And when it was the Akumu, it was the Kamyuja, Yutake made sure of that. "Uncle, I was just.."


His narrowed sharply, striking some fear into Aclime as if he'd been slacking off. "You know what happens you slack off?" The question hovered in the air for a second.


"I wasn't slacking, I was practicing ground braker!" He yelled out, cutting his uncle off in defense."


Then his eyes narrowed as if they were saying for a matter of fact. "Show me..."


He panicked, as he often did with his uncle around. He was just always so edgy. However, he quickly arched his hand up into the air then craned it down into the floor. There was a slight rumble in the floor, nothing to be excited about. He hoped it would work. It's failure right now would detail some sort of punishment or harsher training. And so the silence was broken by the echo of his punch until it too faded. The ground then shook for a second and dropped a little bit, but there was nothing big to be concerned about.


"You Liar! Lying brings about anger Aclime, anger for the truth and justice. Doki no Gekido!" That line, wraith of indignation, was something used on Aclime whenever Yutake suspected him of lying. He believed lies brought about weakness, something he wouldn't accept of Aclime, his nephew. He leaped at Aclime, reaching the cuff of his neck. Before Aclime could react, he was hoisted into the air and thrown a distance away. That distance was cleared in another few seconds as Yutake prepared to teach him a lesson for what he thought was lying.



Suddenly, a bit anger gripped Aclime voice as he quickly recovered from the spot on the floor he was thrown too. "HOW DARE YOU! I SAID I WAS TRAINING!!!" Just after saying, he arched his hand back into the air. Yutake continued to rise toward him for a moment, but it was halted. All of his anger at being falsely accused accumlated for a brief second as he unleashed it all in one thunderous punch to the ground. Instantly, the ground reverberated violently, causing Yutake to halt just to stand his ground. A few seconds later, the ground began to split and diverge into sinkholes and pillara, the max size, twenty meters either way.


There was no escaping it. The range was far, reflecting Aclime rage at this moment, is own Doki no Gekido. How could Yutake simply dash his efforts and accuse him of slaking? He'd see now. The landscape was totalled. The boulder that had served as a marker for him slowly broke to pieces as the ground tossed it about. Through all of this, Yutake managed to find a spot where he was unaffected. Then as the ground began to settle, he approached Aclime who was still bowed over on the floor.



"That's right Aclime. Let it burn! This is what it means to be a Kamyuja. You are truly unstoppable only when you are angered. And that anger must be channeled as it is your most valuable weapon. Indulge in it, and you'll become a god in your own right..." The words trailed off from thier.


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Aclime mind cut the memory there. There was nothing else to be gained from that part of this memory. It would only inspire anger that he didn't need right now. But all the memories. How sad it was that most of them ended towards this nature. Was there really nothing else to his life before he'd been put to rest? He closed his eyes again to rest within the light of day, away from the shadows of the past.

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Nenshou Fushi (Burning Knuckle)
Rank: C-Rank
Type: Tai/Nin
Effect: When hitting the open with this they feel as if they have just been badly burn but their is no burn marks on the enemy.
Special: None
Drawback: None
Description: The users fist is surrounded by chakra then ignites into what looks like a flame that but it isn’t the same as the a regular fire. Inside of it you can see a black flame,
Limit: Must be in the Kuroi Akumu. Last for five turns

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It was his Akumu Training once more. He’d fallen far behind. Despite the fact that he normally had decent chakra control, he couldn’t help but fail at these moves so far. All the other children training these moves were so fierce. He’d have to take his time until the that nature made it easy for him.



Taking his time to focus his chakra, he tried to push it toward his hands. It wouldn’t budge though. The chakra wouldn’t even circulate extra or make any kind noticeable movement toward his limbs. Concentrating deeply, he began to pour all his will power toward his hands. He was concentrating for as much as ten minutes, no progress being made in between. Then, after about half an hour, he began to feel a small trickle of chakra begin to form around his palm. It wasn’t enough to do anything with. The small amount of chakra that only covered a part of his hand wasn’t nearly as much as he was hoping for.


To remedy his problem, he started over again. This time, as he began to mold his chakra. He made sure to channel as much as he could to ensure that he actually had enough to channel towards his attack. As he started, he could feel the increasing surge of chakra gradually moving down his arms, pooling up into his wrist, then eventually into his palms. Just as it reached there, the chakra abruptly stopped, leaving a stinging sensation in his arm. For this, he had to re-channel his chakra, and perhaps channel it a bit faster. That speed of course, couldn’t be gained on a single try.



Aclime took a deep. This was the first Jutsu that everyone knew, except him. He began to slowly channel his chakra toward his arms. He really should have tried for speed, but instead, he went for quantity. He figured that after he’d gotten the quantity of chakra right, it would be easier for him to speed up the flow than to do it vice versa. At first, he continued with the same amount of chakra as when he started. It wouldn’t increase much, and it began to infuriate him as his patience was by now growing dangerously short. However, he continued working at the chakra. He just had to get it.



After about fifteen minutes, his ready to kill the first person he saw. That meant his frustration was robbing him of his senses, he had to pull it together. Lucky enough though, he felt an odd pulse in his mind, as if someone had opened a gate, allowing chakra to flow at an almost unchecked rate. He could feel the it increased marginally, and when he felt that, he pushed for it even more. Slowly, he continued pushing on his control of the chakra, forcing more through his arms. Eventually, he had enough, he pushed it further, until it was moving toward is hands. It now covered his palms, but he still had to focus it around the rest of his hands. But would be easier with his head cooling? Not a chance. For perhaps the next hour, he tried forcing the chakra to cover his palms completely. Slowly, it started to cover the back of his hands in a thin sheet like layer. Then, it began to cover his fingers. Soon, his hand was completely covered, but not densely. It was like a thin membrane of chakra. He could already tell that he didn’t have enough to focus into his attack.



By now, he probably should have rested. However, as soon as that thought crossed his mind, he saw images of the other clan members getting far ahead of him. He couldn’t allow that. Concentrating, Aclime began to pull chakra from the rest of his body into his arms. Once there, he attempted to pull and yank more of it towards his hands. The process was slow, and took a full minute or two. He could feel the chakra pooling in his wrist again. It left a good feeling, doing this, as if he were holding some sort of unfathomable power within his limbs.


But he thought for a moment, what would he do with that power? If he knew what he would use it for in years to come, this moment would make him sick to his stomach now. He shouldn’t have stopped to think though, the wait had dulled the power once more. He had to take another few minutes to build it back up, he hadn’t managed to increase its amount too much. It was still increasing ever so marginally though. But gradually, he could feel the chakra increasing, then spreading, until it appeared a little more dense. Still, it wasn’t enough, so he continued pushing and concentrating. After about a minute, it had grown into a mass of two inches around either side of his hand. He considered it enough to try and light it, and so started focusing on it.


He imagined it suddenly bursting into a sparking flame, and the power that he weld with it however, nothing happened. He then notice that the chakra had dispersed whilst he wasn’t looking. For this, he had to concentrate over again, then discovered what his problem was. It appeared as though every time he began to try to ignite it, the chakra would disperse like gas in the wild winds. To solve this, he concentrated wildly, until his chakra appeared solid and strong. It took an extra ten minutes of doing this, most of consisted of powering more charka toward his hands. It worked however, and as he ignite his chakra into flames, it leaped up, as if it were alive within its own right. It was marvelous to behold. The flame was a solid pure black, filled with such mystery and power. The second was short live though. The fire died after just a few seconds. It would last any longer. Aclime was about to practice more, but he realized that it had burned his chakra dangerously low. It was now dangerous for him to continue training anymore. He decided to rest, but he refused to close his eyes or nod off for even a second. If he did, someone would just so happen to walk by and accuse him of slacking. Chances were, it would be Yutake again.

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Ten minutes of relaxation, a mere power nap. Aclime resumed his personal training just after this. He was determined to learn the move quickly. From here on, he wouldn’t break until he began to feel weak. Only under these conditions did he feel he would accomplish his goal. Then even at that time, he still had more to do. Starting at where he had to focus his chakra, he began to move great masses of chakra toward his arms. His main goal right now was to increase the flow of chakra until he could move the chakra in a single movement. After accomplishing this, should he have to restart the flames of his burning knuckles, he wouldn’t waste as much time and chakra. Continuing with his technique, he began to build up more chakra into his arms. He hadn’t yet bothered to channel it towards his hands yet. He didn’t quite believe that he’d achieved enough speed to consider it decent progress


As he started again, he began to pull on the chakra as he hadn’t yet tried. This sudden change however, was too much too soon. He could feel a massive lump of chakra moving toward his arms, but his chakra network wasn’t quite conditioned to move chakra at this rate. As a result, his concentration snapped, and he had to begin again. This time, he made a small amount of chakra, and began to pull it slower. He succeeded in this amount, not even having a small problem transporting it through his arms. With that much done, he decided to pick up the speed with it more. He attempted this several times. Every time, he attempted to decrease the time it took for him to summon up the chakra. He did this by gradually pulling on the smaller amounts of chakra he had conjured. Once he had managed to cut the time down from a minute to five seconds, he increased the amount of chakra.



Once he increased the amount, the time also increased. He found that there was so much unbelievable tension restricting his chakra that he couldn’t move much faster than when he started. However, he continued working at it, slowly pulling it at, then restarting, then pulling faster. The result was that in the relatively small amount of time that he was there, the amount of chakra he could move double. And once it double, he cut the time in halves. He was now moving the chakra at a satisfactory rate with a satisfactory amount. He was now ready to start with his fire again.



Aclime began to channel his charka once more. As he expected, he was able to move the chakra much faster without loosing a significant amount. Holding the chakra within arms, he released it all into his hands, and bound it around them to keep it from escaping. Quickly, he ignited the chakra. It erupted into a black flame in just a second. He was able to hold the flame for a few more seconds then the first time he tried, but he could tell that he still had a bit longer to go. His flame wasn’t quite sustained. He could see it waning weakly, like a dying candle. He tried to strengthen the flame, but ultimately, it failed for the moment. He’d have to redouble his efforts in just a moment. Things didn’t feel too good though. He felt like he was being watched. A quick look over his shoulders revealed nothing to him, not even the bird and wild life.



Still, Aclime was getting closer to his goal so to stop now would stop its speedy approach. Each time he did the technique, it was less strenuous on him, and became just a little easier. So far, today’s work had been very successful and progressive, but now he was at the crucial part. He had to sustain a flame of chakra around his hands long enough fight someone of equal or greater strength. He already could start the fire, but it never lasted for more than a few seconds. So, he decided to start off from right there. It was his time.


Beginning rather fast, he quickly channeled his chakra into his arms. It took a relatively short time to do this, only about five seconds. He felt the chakra moving through his arms, down his wrist, and into his palms. Using his practice technique, he quickly released the chakra in a short burst from his hands. It was a large amount. Of what he had accomplished so far, this was the first time he’d gotten a decent amount of chakra without taking too long to do so. As he released he chakra, he entrapped it around his hands, compressing it to stop it from moving anywhere.


Next, he attempted to ignite the chakra as if he were lighting a fireplace. The response was instantaneous as his chakra suddenly burst into and deep black flame, giving off a weird coloration to the clearing around him. He stood there, watching the flame in silence, a solemn concentration stretching his face tight like plastic wrap. Even as he stood watching his own flame, entranced by its deepening mystery and power, he was straining to keep the flame up. As it stood, he’d already passed his previous time of two seconds. He was now resting at five, a very minimal time. It probably gave him enough time launch a single attack, just one punch. It was unsatisfactory at most.


Taking a deep breath, Aclime decided to start over. He was sure to concentrate everything he had on the flames. It took about twenty tries, but did in fact increase its strength, and thus made the technique better. He couldn’t consider it mastered just yet, so he continued repeatedly. Every time, he could feel the flame growing stronger, to the fact that it longer waned in the open. Still, the time was low, only being about six seconds. For this, he concentrated directly on sustaining the flame. He watched it like a hawk, watching it flicker, then strengthen for a brief second, although it flicked off. That was about ten seconds worth of the flame. It still wasn’t enough yet. He continued training once more. Every time the flame extinguished itself, he restarted and concentrated hard. After every subsequent attempt, the flame’s time extended for another second and grew stronger. After about thirty rounds with his black flame, the flame stopped growing. It held for about thirty seconds, the flame standing proud and strong. Durring those thirty seconds, the flame never flickered as much as once. Aclime could tell that it was at it’s limit now, but he still tried push it more. This time though, the flame stood for a full thirty seconds then simply burnt out. When he tried to hold it longer, it simply began to hurt him, meaning he was forcing the jutsu when it could go no longer. He stopped promptly, at the limits of his chakra and the move. But then something alarmed him. The unnatural silence was broken, by a ruffle in the grass, a sound mostly identifiable with spying eyes

[|Ayame Unbound|]

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[Runeska]

Phantasm Fist
Rank: C- Rank
Skill: Tai/Nin
Effect: The user is able to hit the enemy so hard when the fist or foot comes in contact with the enemy 5 inches around where the user hit the opponent cut's start to appear in the area.
Special: None
Drawback: None
Description: The user focus a certain amount of chakra into their Fist/Kick and while they do this they the chakra rapidly circles around faster and faster, When the user hits their opponent the chakra is then released within the opponent and then spreads out in a 5 inch radius and then shoots out the opponent body. This is what causes them to get cut up badly.
Limit: Must be in the Kuroi Akumu clan

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His eyes opened once again. How long had he lain here sleeping? He probably should have gotten up to do something by now, but his mind had been stuck on the past. Even now, hid ming began to move backward through time again. It was set toward the next few moments from burning knuckles, but it’s not what he saw.

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Aclime’s mind skipped forward to like the next week. Luckily, he’d not fallen behind in his akumu training. There was something else he’d learned between then and this time that had actually put him ahead of the others, if only for that day. But now, he had to learn phantasm fist. Choosing the trunk of a dead tree as his target, Aclime marked a spot to hit that was equal to where he would strike a person.
From here, he started. He began to channel his chakra, slowly pulling on it from the rest of his body. He forced it toward his hands. The increased flow of chakra began to hurt at first, but it began to travel down his arms and into his hands. Once that was done, he rushed toward his target, and punched it. The bark of tree splintered just a little, but that was from the pure force of the attack, nothing more. It hadn’t really did anything to the actual tree. He could tell that much because as he pulled his hand away, he could see a slight imprint from his fist. All the tree really showed was the crude, box-like shape of his knuckles with spaces between them for the individual fingers. He had accomplished nothing. He didn’t expect to, not yet. This was merely his pre field test, to show just how much training he needed on his technique. From this point of view, it was a lot. While the technique required chakra just like burning knuckles, it also required that he do something different with the chakra.


Holding his hand at his side, he began to channel his chakra toward that hand again. This time, he increased the chakra flow more, causing slight pain to his arm and hand. It didn’t matter though. He had to bide through for the more pain he gained in his training, the less he might acquire later. Continuing, he made the chakra envelope his hand, then he closed it in a tight nit fist. There was so much chakra on his hand, that he could visibly see it for a moment before it began to fade away. That’s not what he needed. He needed to hurry up and attack before the chakra faded. This way, he could see if he was doing the right thing with his chakra. From his spot, approximately five meters from his target, he began to rush forward with a burst of energy. When he reached the tree, he planted his feet firmly on the floor and jabbed at it with all his might. His hand began to rip through the air with all the force he put behind his fist. He was already too late though. The chakra had left his hand, but his hand made contact with the tree anyway. When it did, Aclime’s hand cracked against the trunk loudly, causing a nasty echo in the area that carried and lasted for a full five seconds before it was lost to the other sounds around him.


Aclime was frozen in place, his fist, through the first layer of bark on the tree. When the echoing died, he removed his hand. There was blood on the tree, his blood. This meant he hadn’t done his move right, or made much of any progress with it in the least. The imprint in tree was the exact shape of the whole front of his fist. When he stopped to observe his fist, he noticed the large chunks of wood around the knuckles. He could also see a few possible splinters sticking around. The actual fingers were pretty bruised. The skin had been peeled away in the force of his attack, causing mild bleeding. It was only mildly painful, or so he‘d tell himself for the time being. Aclime began to channel his chakra toward his hands. Once it was there, he observed the way it continued to whither away from his hands. Even when he concentrated all he had, it continued to leave his hands like dripping water.


Taking up all his concentration, he began to move as much chakra to his hands as possible. Once it was there, tried doing something with the chakra that would cause it to stick to his hands. While doing this, he still had to maintain the chakra that was there. He figured that if the chakra were trapped there, he could actually use it. Since he wasn’t burning it like before, the only thing left for him to do was cause it to move. When he moved it at first, it ended up dissipating and leaving his hands. The motion he tried projecting was a forward one. Once he had channeled the chakra again, he tried pulling the chakra backward. That didn’t work though, because it had the same affect as drawing the chakra back within his body. At last, he fell upon a way that seemed to produce the most effect. In a moment of frustration, Aclime had pushed and pulled on the chakra enveloping his hand. After doing this for a second, the chakra began to swirl a bit. It then started circling around his hand.



What he noticed was as he did that, the chakra lasted longer then it previously had. Seeing that, he decided to try the technique again. Pulling up his palm, he began a rushing attack toward the tree. Once he reached it, he tried jabbing at the tree with his fist. His knuckles cracked into the dead tree bark and sent a bit of it flying. He felt as if the punch was slightly stronger than usually, but more so, there another thing he decided to worry about this time. After his fist had struck the tree, it sent a tremor of pain up his whole right arm. The pain stemmed off the fact that his hand was already bruised and bleeding slightly. After this, his whole hand was covered in blood, lots of it. His hand was twitching in the pain that he had caused to it on his own. But observing the tree, he could see a few odd lines along the trunk. Around the imprint of his hand, there were about 8 inch long marks in the trunk from where his fist had made contact. He made a bit of progress, but now had to stop. Thanks to his own brash nature, his hand was in too much pain to continue. The meat was actually showing some from the skin which was about gone. Quickly, he wrapped his hand in the bandages he kept on his forearms to stop the bleeding. After it was wrapped, he tied the bandage and let out a deep sigh. Now that that was all over, he commenced to what any normal person would have done when it happened. He allowed himself to make a few gasps at the pain from his hand. It relieved a bit of stress, and allowed him to get it off his mind. Now, supposedly, Aclime was supposed to be able to use this with his feet as well. That’s where he decided to take the next part of his training.

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Moving back to his spot before the tree, Aclime began to channel his chakra again. This time, he began trying to send it to his feet. That was much more difficult then moving toward his arms. His arms were slightly more used to it. His legs were fresh to this part of the training. When he began to move the chakra toward his legs, he felt the resistance. It was nearly straining. Even after he’d took the time to channel it slowly, very slowly, the physical components of his legs were resisting the flow of chakra. So he had to do this part in broken sets of training.



Taking his time to focus his chakra, he tried to push it toward his feet. It wouldn’t budge though. The chakra wouldn’t even circulate extra or make any kind noticeable movement toward his limbs. Concentrating deeply, he began to pour all his will power toward his legs. He was concentrating for as much as ten minutes, no progress being made in between. Then, he suddenly began to feel a small trickle of chakra begin to down into his legs. It wasn’t enough to do anything with. To remedy his problem, he started over again. This time, as he began to mold his chakra. He made sure to channel as much as he could to ensure that he actually had enough to channel towards his attack. As he started, he could feel the increasing surge of chakra gradually moving down his waist, pooling up into his calves, then eventually into his ankles. Then as it reached there, he began to move it into his feet, so that he could try to circulate it. When it reached his feet, it began to dwindle, then it began to fade. Next thing he knew, there wasn’t any chakra in his legs or feet, and he to channel again. For the next half an hour, he took the time to channel his chakra repeatedly toward his legs, and into his feet. Every time, the speed sped more as his legs got used to the feeling. It took a while, but eventually, it took nearly no time at all. By this time though, he was tired, and at the ends of his limit. He decided to keep going though. Channeling his chakra toward his legs, he forced it into his feet. Once it was there, he immediately began forcing it to circulate by pulling and pushing in both directions. After it had began to circle at a decent pace, he decided to try and attack the dead tree again. Pulling up his right leg, he pushed off the floor with his left. That propelled him a little closer to the tree. Quickly, he spun half right, and landed a heavy kick on the tree. He heard a slight splintering sound, meaning that his technique was working some. He made a small grin, one of satisfaction, and began to go again. After channeling his chakra, he moved it toward his feet and began to strike with his right leg. He heard the slight splintering sound again, and checked to see how much damage he had done. What he saw was that in each spot that he had kicked, a few extra cuts showed on the tree. They were quite small though, and would make too much of a big difference. As he thought on how to increase the damage, he believed that if the chakra were stronger, it would hurt more. The only way to do this though, was to increase the velocity of the chakra, then perhaps release it into his target.



He decided to try it this time. Aclime began to build up more chakra into his legs, forcing it into his feet once it was there. Slowly, he began to force the chakra to move a bit around his legs. He began allowing more to circulate slowly, increasing it every few seconds. After about thirty seconds of increasing the amount of chakra at and around his legs, he began to increase the circulation a little bit. However, the amount of spin on his chakra caused it to dissapate quicker. After about only three seconds of spinning, the chakra had faded away to nothing. This meant Aclime had to start again. And so, a few seconds later, he began to channel the chakra back to his legs. It still took a painfully long amount of time for one attack. Once the chakra was back, he began moving into his feet, then circulating around his foot. The circulation was slow at first, but he gradually began to speed it up. The chakra seemed to stick to his limb a little better now, but it was still dropping, and fast. Quickly, Aclime pushed out a little more into his feet to make up for what he’d just lost. Then, he began to circulate the chakra again. Slowly, he began to picked up the speed on the circulation until it began to swirl rapidly. Suddenly, he felt as if the chakra was now containing itself around his foot. .


Before the chakra had a chance to dissipate, he began to the make the chakra circulate around his foot again. After moving it toward a high level of rotation, he rushed toward his tree target and kicked at the side of it. He heard a dull thump from his foot as it struck the side of the tree. It was a very hard blow, much stronger than he intended. The force sent a vibration throughout his whole leg, causing his face to scrunch up slightly. Immediately afterwards, he heard a slight cracking sound. After the pain from his foot subsided, he observed the spot on the tree. He could see that along the whole area he kicked, there were a few cracks, minor ones. They weren’t up to the level of strength he was looking for. He then realized that he hadn’t actually released the chakra yet.



Channeling his chakra toward his legs again, Aclime increased the amount of chakra that he had been channeling. It took much longer than he had been expecting. When he finished the channeling process, he began to slowly circulate the chakra around his feet. Quickly though, he began increasing the speed until it had reached a dangerous rotation velocity. Aclime kicked at the tree with enough force to part the air with its force. When the foot the struck, he released his chakra into the tree right along his striking area. It nearly strained him doing that, but he was rewarded almost instantly with the sounds of greater progress. When he struck the tree, there was no initial sound at first. Then a second passed, and the tree made a loud splintering sound many times. He looked at the spot on the tree and noticed that there were a few two inch cuts along the area. His foot was starting to go numb from striking over and over. At least now, he knew he had made some kind of progress.


Continuing on, he channeled his chakra and began the process again. Once the chakra had been channeled, he pushed it toward his legs and eventually to his feet. Once it was at his feet, he began to circulate the chakra. First slowly, but then he sped up the circulation. Taking a deep breath, he managed to maintain that circulation for a few seconds. It had taken him about fifteen seconds to complete the whole process. Altogether, it was way too slow. But now, all he had to do was strike and release the chakra at the same time. Concentrating deeply, he rushed toward the tree again. Once he was in front of it, he lifted his right foot and kicked the tree in the side. As he kicked, he let his grip on the chakra go and released the circulating chakra into the tree. Immediately, he heard a splintering sound in the tree. Lifting his other foot, he continued on to kick again, releasing the chakra as he made contact. Immediately he heard another splintering sound. Before he could examine his work, he fell backward, exhausted and leg sore. After a minute, he rose back to his feet and inspected the tree. He could see that along each strike, there were four three inch cuts in addition to what the kick itself had done. Unlike with a normal kick, the cuts when below the tree bark. There was no other reason for this to happen it had to mean that he was getting closer to finishing the technique.


Beginning again, Aclime quickly began to increase the speed that he channeling the chakra at. At first, the increase in speed caused a drop in the performance of his chakra. After about half an hour, the speed had gotten slightly better, but the performance was still greatly hindered. He continued to practice channeling the chakra quicker to his legs until their wasn’t much of a delay time. Now, he had reached a marker of about three seconds. Now he tried to rekindle the power he’d just had. Channeling his chakra again, he increased the flow and pushed as hard as he could. His will strained against the flow, being that he was going much faster than he was used to. However, all went well so far. Next, he quickly circulated the chakra at a high velocity as he forced it out his foot. With a bit of force, Aclime kicked the tree in the side and released the chakra he had been circulating around his feet. Instantly, he heard the splintering crack again. This time, a small chunk of wood flew off the tree. Observing the marks, they were about four inches long. That meant he didn’t have much longer to work. Channeling once more, Aclime surged his chakra into his feet quickly, only using about two seconds to channel the chakra. Then he raised his foot to strike that tree while simultaneously circulating the chakra as fast as he could. When his foot struck, he pushed the chakra into the tree. He managed not to lose any of the chakra in the transfer. Immediately, another chunk of the tree fell off as it quickly splintered in another area. This time, the cuts in the tree were a full five inches long. But after he hit the tree, he lost his footing in fell. With out thinking, he put both his hands beneath him, forgetting that he’d hurt one of them earlier. To his surprise, there was no pain on the bandaged hand. It had stopped bleeding and what not. That meant he could continue training with his hands.



Before he began, Aclime untied the bandage to get a good view of his hand. It already begun to scab up. He figured it was good and began to channel his chakra. At first, the process was slow, but after a moment, he got a decent amount chakra at his hands. The speed of the process was hindered by the fact that he’d cut of his training with his arms a while ago. Now he had to recondition himself. For the next ten to fifteen minutes, he continued to channel chakra into his arms and release it to his hands. Every time it reached his hands, he stopped and restarted. Six seconds was as fast as he could make it go at first. As he continued to work at it, the speed sped by a fraction of a second every time. Before long, he had it at two seconds. That was an improvement, but it wasn’t’ fast enough. That was enough to continue on to the next half of the training. Channeling chakra to his arms again, he quickly began to force it to his hands again. Once it was there, he allowed it to flow across his hands. Liker earlier, he could tell that the chakra was already about to dissipate. To prevent that, he began to circulate the chakra around his hands. The circulation was slow, so he spent the time to increase the rotation. After a moment though, it wasn’t enough that chakra dissipated. Once more, he started the channeling process and blocked out everything in his surroundings. Once he was done channeling, he took all his will to circulate the chakra. Instead of starting slow, he immediately increased the velocity of the chakra’s circulation. After a moment, it seemed to hold right and properly. He took that moment to strike at the tree. When he hit it, his initial reaction was the pain in his right arm. It wasn’t bleeding anymore, but it did appear to be very sore. Examining the tree, he could see that his punch had caused a single large crack to appear on the suface of the tree. It wasn’t as great as his kicks were. He still had more work to do


Aclime thought that adding more chakra to his attack might work, so he started again. The process took a little shorter, meaning that his hands were getting used to it again. It was only about two seconds by the time he added the quick rotation the chakra. Punching very hard, he released the chakra into the tree as it struck, which had hadn’t done a moment ago. Immediately, he saw an improved response. A loud splintering sound began. After examining, he had the five inch cuts lining his punching radius. He would have stopped here, but the move was too slow and took too long to do in succession. Channeling his chakra again, he worked at increasing his speed in not only his hands, but in his feet as well. He continued this for about an hour. During that hour, he practiced channeling, circulating, and releasing. Each had no improvement until the final stretch of his training. Suddenly, he could tell that his attack was taking less time to prepare.



With renewed vigor, Aclime began to use his move again. He quickly channeled the chakra into his hand the circulated it into a swirling torrent. He then jabbed and released it, causing 5 inches cuts to appear in the area he struck. He then repeated the process five more times, each taking less, then switched to his feet again. After about half an hour, he could land a blow with either feet or hands as if he were making a normal attack without chakra. Every attack left the same number of bruises on the tree. Unfortunately, his limbs, not only the bruised one, were so sore from the training that he barely wanted to move. But at least his jutsu was finished, at last.

[zuka]

Learned.

[Runeska]

Ridairekuto
Rank: B Rank
Skill: Nin
Effect: When the user is hit by any form of ligthning (Includes jutsu's or natural) the user is able to make the lighning go threw their body and by channeling thier chakra is able to redirect the lightning threw their hand anywhere they wish but must be a quick action.
Special: None
Drawback: If used to 5 times in a row the user's hand's start to get electriacal burns making it impossiable for the use to close their hand.
Description: When the user know's that they are about to be hit by lightning they start to channel their chakra threw their body to imbress the impact, when they are hit the chakra then quickly lead's the lightning their the open channel way then made to send it out threw their hand.
Limit: Lightning Release Skill (Raiton no Jutsu)





The rain was horrid, drenching the land and turning it into slush. The clouds over head were black with rage, heavy in lightning. To stay here too long would definitely be asking for death. Why was he here? Why had he taken the time to walk from the Akumu village all so that he could be stuck out in this whether? Why of course, to train amongst mother nature herself. He even brought out his Reuna to train with him. She doubted his ability to actually stand out here for all this time, but this would show her in the end.

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It felt like the memory was about to fade, but it was just a large gust of wind that blown by.
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“Come now Reuna! You didn’t think I’d do it. I told you I was prepared to do something big!” Aclime had just climb the top of the large hill on the outskirts of the village. His sister was behind him, still skeptical the whole time. They were 14 nearly a week ago, and he’d stepped up his training since.


“Aclime, you’re insane! Listen and go back home!” She began to make hand seals to launch a bolt of lightning at him. It had taken a moment, but she when she was prepared, she hurled it at him.


He stood there adamantly, watching the lightning jutsu form for a second. When she released it, he stood still, as if it wasn’t even a threat.. It didn’t matter if it would really strike or not. Either way, it wasn’t time to move yet. Reuna’s eyes widened up as her jutsu began to get closer to him. Her eyes were saying move, but he ignored every bit of it. Suddenly, the jutsu hit. He knew immediately that it was a failure. The was a nasty jolt of electricity that went through his boy. His eyes widened a bit, but other than, there was no outside reaction. Really, it felt like his heart had stopped for a brief moment. His body was warm, the current heating up the fluid inside his body. Only a second had passed since he was hit and the charge hung around his body for a brief second. While the charge was still on him, he began channeling his chakra throughout his body, trying to cap off the charge from his vital organs and such. That attempt had failed too. He’d likely prepared too late and instead created an adverse affect that trapped within him. If he didn’t let it go, it would like damage his insides.


He released a short burst of chakra from himself, attempting to create a safe path for it to finally leave. However, the sparks danced around him for another moment, lighting his body dazzling array of light. Finally beginning to feel pain, he flung out his right hand. Instantly, the dancing sparks around him were cast out his body, though not in the desired way. It was like a field of lighting was forming. Another second later, it expanded outward and dispersed. Steam drifted off his body as the remnants of the jutsu faded.



He began to heave out in a large breath. That was only a c rank jutsu. He couldn’t handle it. Seeing his haggard breathing, Reuna quickly ran over to him. “Aclime? You alright?”


All he could say was, “Don’t worry about me. I’ll be fine” He shook it off and forced himself to stand. He’d just recently came back from a mission that took a lot out of him. He had to fight a user of lightning. The fight was almost a disaster. If it hadn’t been for Reuna’s quick thinking, well… He didn’t want to think about it, not like that in any case. He’d rather use that fuel his training, his strength and progress. So what the clan was violent and feared as fighter, killers, and assassins. It didn’t mean he couldn’t protect his own. He stood back his full height, still a laughable 5’ 2” compared to many of the boys his age. “Reuna, keeping going.”


She merely nodded and put the distance in between them again. As she prepared to launch her jutsu again, he moved the chakra toward every part of his body. He had to blanket himself in protective chakra less he be shocked again. And it was off, speeding toward him again. This time when he struck, he moved the chakra from the rest of his body and attempted to draw the attack inward. It worked, slightly better. He’d managed to avert shock toward most of his vitals. It still hurt as it still coursed through out his body. Maybe he should have tried something else. The second lasted long as he attempted to redirect the lightning jutsu with his chakra and failed. Just as like a few seconds ago, it generated into a localized pulsing current around him. The amount of the shock was becoming too much again, so he released his chakra and through his hand out again. The force of the releasing current forced him back a few steps where he nearly stumbled. But he held his ground and stood, ready to take the next bolt.