Training Ground 4 [P]

[The Heron]

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A twisting deluge of strength swelled up inside the shinobi, powering his movements for lengths of time unknown, imbuing him with heavenly strength to provide sustenance for the beasts that plagued humanity. The tables had been set - the demands had been met. He had prepared his canals for the torrent of energy that would soon permeate them. He had readied his hands for the intense tango he planned to implement, improving their dexterity through sheer repetition. His mind joined his chakra pathways and his waiting hands in the realm of the complete, his visualization sitting pretty at the forefront of his thoughts, its sustenance as fulfilling as air, its quality truer than truth. Genesisi.

The earth rumbled and shook with each handseal, his chakra manifesting as titanic spirals of photonic power, existing only in the metaphysical as they spiraled about his frame, leaking into the atmosphere like the noxious fumes of complacency that… plagued humanity. Alone, the power could provide nothing but bravado - coupled with mental acuity, his strength could be properly manipulated, directed upon a set pathway. Energy pooled in his gullet, coated with mysterious substances that enabled chemical change at the most basic level. It swam around his insides, coating the lining of his stomach as the passage would serve as the arena of Suiton that would prove the difference between success and failure.

Just as his power reacted, so too did his hands, frolicking to the tune of might. Archaic symbols gave way to intense control over the power that afflicted him, enabled his mental acuity to grab reign of the raging beast within and direct it down the desired road. Swaying to a hidden, silent rhythm, his hands were able to summon the fortitude to command the elements born of Gaia herself, manifesting her countenance within the depths of his soul, directing her essence to do his bidding. He felt selfish at manipulating the heart of his world, but some things were unavoidable - his station required such blatant disrespect. As the strut ended and his extremities ceased their frantic posing, his chakra settled to a more manageable disposition, fully prepared to be directed into the avenue of his choice. In this case, Teppoudama was chosen as harbinger.

Another, separate episode of handy cavorting occurred, calling upon his Suiton affinity to relegate its time and effort to birth a bruising ball of expanding water in his gullet. Subsequently the liquid was inadvertently covered with the same additive energy conjured earlier, bringing about the cherished result that the genin hoped forth. A new, viscous fluid was born, black like the abyss with the sheen of a sun. Violently reactive to photonic kinetic energy, too much of the substance could spell trouble for anyone. His command of the substance would either label him a great warrior… or brand him a fool.

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[Matsu]

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[The Heron]

50/80

Teppodama spewed from his gullet, flying through the air as if propelled by jet. The mass of black liquid collided with the solid trunk of a wide tree, its girth great and wide. Crack! Seemingly solidified, the oil jet cracked against the wood, eliciting a violent sound that sent the small forest up into a twitter. The normal denizens of the brief woodland screeched and scurried, darting away from the monstrous sound as critters were want to do. Hiromasa simply stood his ground, surveying the damage wrought by the technique. On the surface, everything remained the same - the Teppodama gained no extra velocity, nor was it granted a greater degree of solidity. Instead, the benefit of Abura manifested in the aftermath, when he could accent the lull with a blazing inferno by way of either Katon or Raiton - either avenue was readily accessed and easily manipulated.

He chose Raiton, his hands clasping in a single handseal. The more chaotically aligned segments of his essences jumped at the minute surge, channeled outward to create a single spark upon a negligible drop of the oily, viscous obsidian fluid. WOOSH! The section of forest erupted in flames, the individual mounds of heat flickering upward in an attempt to latch onto the leaves above. The genin stood stoically amongst the inferno, seemingly unconcerned with the heat around him. His approaching mastery over the oceanic element insured relatively safety from the flames - a simple belch and the heat would find itself buried beneath crushing waves of pure azure hues. No - let the flames build. For now, he simply observed…

Such destruction born of a simple attack - how much mayhem could he insight with a more potent application of his energy? He regarded the flames for a few more seconds before he ejected another barreling ball of water to crash against the flaming tree, it’s eruption spewing over the small fires to snuff out their threatening lives and bring about a reinstatement of relative calm in the clearing. What had been his goal?

Ah yes - destruction. Abura Sairoku could be applied to any Jounin level Suiton Jutsu - he possessed two jutsu that fell into the realm: water collision waves and the mighty water dragon… which to use? There was certainly enough water in the area to power a dragon, and it could certainly become hazardous to his own health if he were to spout waves of oil - the substance could very well flood the area and bring about an end to his secret training area.

Water Dragon it is.

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[→ Alterity]

+10

[The Heron]

60/80

Suiton - Suiryuudan no Jutsu

Alone it was a manifestation of pure malignant impulses, capable of crushing the mightiest of men. It’s strength, in that aspect, was unaffected by implementation of Abura Sairoku. However, it’s hidden capability would be amplified by the substitutive jutsu - the threat of fire was apparent in the jutsu now, whereas before it’s only aim was to crush, now it could burn, if granted the right tools to effectuate such a happening. Now that his training had reached a climax, so to speak, he could harness those very same tools. What was once a purely kinetic force could rise above its restraints to greater levels of output, drowning, crushing, and burning subsequently .

His exhale marked the beginning of the end; hands clasped and danced, twining together in a legendary representation of the zodiac kings themselves. His opening array served to coat his intention with the oily, inky paint of Abura, molding his efforts to effectuate a totally different event than originally described within the base jutsu’s description. Water was not flammable, but through archaic manipulation, that water could be morphed into oil… and oil was flammable.

His dancing hands were accented by the chakra surging up through his pores, empowering his essence with the strength to persevere. The chakra drained into the process brought about by the handseals, robbing his reserves of further chakra. He used the water apparent in the area to power the technique along with his chakra - his suiton prowess had yet to reach the level required to utilize water jutsu without the physical presence of the element, but he was certain he was near that point in his mastery. Near enough to taste it… or maybe that was sweat?

Regardless, his ministrations coalesced to appropriate the desired change - a massive, careening sinewy shape with an obsidian sheen roared from the still water that flowed through the training ground, issuing a bellow of rage that shook the ground. It followed the course of its creation, twirling about in the air as if putting on a show before crashing into the earth, spewing its essence across the clearing. The genin made a move to ignite he creatures make-up, but thought better of it… that breath of oil would surely send the forest up in blaze…

What the hell. His hands danced again, and flames erupted.

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[The Heron]

This was the end. A secondary drain of chakra occurred to end the flames that licked at the earth as the genin belched massive waves of crushing force that washed over the entire ground, drowning several meters of the clearing in its depths. This was his strength. This was his power. Suffocating beneath the waves, the flames could absorb no oxygen to continue their hazardous occupation. As such, relative peace returned to the clearing, leaving the genin slightly upset; he loved chaos, and without it, his life felt just a bit dimmer. Never mind that he’d been about to set the entire forest ablaze; he cared little for the concerns of others.

Just for kicks, he enacted a separate showing of the strength of Abura Sairoku, reaching deep within his “bag of tricks” go withdraw a relatively harmless jutsu to manipulate through his archaic practices: the namesake of his country and the pride of his village - Kirigakure no jutsu. His hands tangled once more, their tango swift and brief, displaying the breadth of the genin’s dexterity. His chakra reacted to the dance, reaching up steadily to leak into the atmosphere, its actions colored heavily by the manner of chakra control implied by Hiromasa. Coupled with the composition altering technique of Abura Sairoku, the technique required a larger investment of energy, and further more, what once existed as a white mist arrived upon earth with a decidedly black tint that spelled disaster for whatever existed within its depths.

But how to take advantage of such a combination? He too was trapped within the mist… whatever strategy he devised, he would have to dig deep within the wells of his ingenuity to come about the conclusion. As it where, if he ignited the gaseous fumes, the explosion would murder him… unless of course, he possessed a shield to protect him from the blast… he remembered the shield he’d procured rather recently - Iwa Bengosha. Ah…

For now, a mud clone would be his safety net. The creation retreated ten meters to his rear, positioned behind a rather dense grouping of trees. The true Hiromasa burped fire, and the oil mist literally exploded, thought its strength was deadened somewhat by the abundance of water in the area. Still, the explosion was hazardous to his person - but his skill with Doton saved him, as he replaced himself with his Bunshin before he could amass any damage.

Mission complete.

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[→ Alterity]

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[The Heron]

Tetsu Tsume Kappatsu [ Iron Talon Activate ]
Rank: D
Skill: NinJutsu
Effect: This jutsu is especially made for Tetsu Tsume [ Iron Talon ]. It creates an electrical current that is designed to make the mechanisms inside of the gauntlet come together, or fall apart so that the user can remove them.
Special: Hand Seals
Drawback: This technique can’t be used for other purposes such as shocking opponents.
Description: The user forms the required hand seals and then touches the gauntlet. The electrical energy courses through the gauntlet and the user has ten seconds to slip it on before it lock onto the arms.
Limit: Requires Raiton no Jutsu.

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A night spent away from the training grounds returned it to its previous allure - the water had dried and the oil had been washed away by the current, leaving the area relatively untouched. With a clean conscious Hiromasa was able to reassume his previous stature and embark on another stretch of personal betterment. He’d start with more elementary principles; case in point, discovering how to activate the mechanism’s in his “Tetsu Tsume”, an obsidian claw that served as makeshift shield and grappler. It required the Raiton release to fully realize its capabilities, and quite luckily, he was moderately proficient in the art of lightning. And, personally, the applications of the claw intrigued him - no, it could not fire off beams of electrical energy, nor could it shatter the earth, it could, however, deflect blows from a sword, and it could claw the hell out of someone’s face; all things that appealed to the young Genin.

Thus, his training began as it always did - face deep in an instructional scroll, his eyes roaming the page with religious fervor. While his upbringing had been bereft of basic academia, he’d learned a great deal about the shinobi way of life - his ability to absorb and reapply information was inherent. But that preternatural genius was irrelevant at this stage - the jutsu was so plainly described and easily implemented that even a retard could successfully initiate it. All it required was a short set of raiton aligned handseals and a quick touch to the gauntlet; after which he would have exactly ten seconds to don the glove. Simple.

He began with the handseals, though not before he placed the glove very close by, closer even than arms reach. His fingers twined in an intricate, though brief dance, the more chaotic portion of his chakra rising to the occasion to imbue the various seals with the power needed to manipulate the electrically powered garment. His ministrations were executed with blinding speed, revealing his prowess with the simple hand signs; it was a helpful skill to have, less he face an opponent with greater sealing speed.

Handseals ceased shortly thereafter, leaving one of his hands crackling silently with invisible raiton energy. He reached out to touch the glove, imparting a quick, singular shock that jumpstarted the gauntlets mechanisms and started the timer. Quickly, he slipped his left hand in to the glove, wincing as it closed tightly around his fist and forearm, fitting as if a second skin. The gauntlet was blacker than the darkest night, and when he focused, the finger tips tapered off to aciculate barbs of obsidian death, claws sharper than that of the tiger. He gave the claws a test swipe, slashing the air in front of him. The atmosphere gave no visible reaction, but the keening whistle that erupted from the movement alerted him to the intense sharpness of the claw. Good…

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[→ Alterity]

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[The Heron]

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