Talking... [RP|Training|Open]

[Taro. (FINISH HIM)]

"WWWWWWWWWWWWWWWHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT?!?!?!?!"

"You were supposed to go to the exams, and like, use me to find them and stuff!" Sekkou exclaimed, amazed.

"I know. They said I was too late." Taro replied, depressed.

"You should have decked him right there! This is ridiculous, I was all ready to help you out and get my spotlight, and BAM! There it goes!"

"I know." Came Taro's reply.

"This is f**k**g ridiculous. You oughta get my sister to go and beat them up." Sekkou continued.

"Well, what am I gonna do? I'm talking like, 5 of them, plus the guy in charge up against me. They've gotta be at least B rank."

"Rrrgh. I'm just so angry, I just wanna-- RRMPH."

He bit into Taro's shoulder, out of control of his anger. His teeth did not sink in deep, but reptiles always chewed on whatever they had bitten. And the moving teeth inside his wound hurt. The chewing was not good.

"Ow - what the f**k?? Get the hell off of me! Aah! Stop it with the chewing!" Taro yelled.

Finally, Sekkou released.

"Uh, hehe, sorry about that." He said. Taro laughed.

"No problem, hehe." Taro said.

Taro had an idea. For revenge. For him and Sekkou.

"Hey Sekkou.. how long are those teeth?" Taro asked.
Sekkou looked confused. It was an unusual question. But he answered nonetheless.

"'Bout 4 cm... why?"

"Track that cheif. He touched me on the shoulder to stop me from going. You got the scent? Find him, bite him, run. It would help us both."

Sekkou smiled. He was off to work.

[Taro. (FINISH HIM)]

Name: Claw of the Komodo
Rank: "C", "B"
Skill: ---
Effect: When activated the claws of the Clan member grow slightly, about an inch, and they begin to sharpen and harden with chakra. At B rank a small sac beneath the nails forms and coats the nails with a bacteria that can cause quick death if gotten into the bloodstream.
Special: "handseals"
Drawback: Must strike opponents deep with claws.
Description: When the handseals are done, the fingernails of the clan member begin to grow and sharpen, thickening and becoming tougher than stone. These nails at B rank also are coated in a Diseased Bacteria that festers in an extremely small sac within the finger. ((Diseased Bacteria Added as Custom below))
Limit: Must be of the Tokagekuran, Must be of Lizardman rank, Must have had the ritual preformed.

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Sekkou had returned, smiling. Yet his teeth showed no traces of blood. Taro was curious and prepared to ask, but Sekkou explained everything before Taro could utter a word. Sekkou's tone was loud and greedy, though happy, like a younger sibling whom, however much you hated him/her, you couldn't stop loving him/her.

"Hee hee hee. He had no idea what hit him. It was hilarious when he discovered he was bleeding, he was freaking out. He didn't see me because I was camouflaged. Hehe. I didn't bite him though. I decided a scratch would be better, as my nails are sharper than my teeth, and plus my nails are quicker. Heh heh. You should learn how to use your claws. I'll guide you. I believe the handseals for you Tokagekuran are as follows..."

Taro had never had a say in this training, he didn't say he wanted to do it, nor did he know he could have claws. Even though Sekkou rudly engaged him in something he wasn't prepared to do, he followed along anyway. Sekkou was like that. Sekkou explained the handseals and everything else Taro needed to know. Performing the handseals one by one as Sekkou said them, Sekkou strictly allowed only 3 times before he had to stop the one by one.

Sekkou threatened that if he had to repeat the handseals 3 times when Taro'd forgotten or made a mistake, he would get a bite in the arm. Performing the handseals 5 times over without help - he narrowly escaped with 2 mistakes. Now it was the simple task of doing it faster. Handseals was like riding a bike. Once they're learned, you never forget. Though learning them can be a b*tch, because you'll often mistake them with ones you've already learned.

After Sekkou's threats and strictness with the handseals, came the problem of using chakra to stimulate nail growth in a way that would make them thicker than stone, and sharp as a razor. Sekkou helped by explaining the process that his nails grow in, and all Taro needed to do was alter the frequency of his to imitate Sekkou's. Somewhat.

Stimulating nail growth with chakra was easy. The molded chakra entered the pituatary gland altering the HGH (Human Growth Hormone) in a way that would affect only the nails. This was, as much as Taro hated to say it, estrigin. This was hard. Choosing a hormone apart from one another. For the first few tries Taro could not extend his nails without making his knuckle hair grow. Soon, he was able to isolate estrigin from testosterone.

And so his nails had grown. Big whoop. They were an inch longer than they had been that day. They weren't sharp or nearly as thick as stone, but they were most certaintly longer. Taro couldn't figure out how to reverse it, so it would be off to find some scissors till he could return training this jutsu, because he couldn't thicken or sharpen his nails when they were already long.

"I could just bite 'em off for you." Sekkou offered.

"Nooo. Thank you." Taro denied.

[Taro. (FINISH HIM)]

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Returning after a fresh nail clipping and filing, Taro had practiced a bit on thickening and sharpening while he was away, but with no luck. He returned to where Sekkou had stood, which was a mossy rock at the bottom of a mossy slope. Vegetation littered the area. Perfect for practice slicing. But before you sliced, you need something to slice with.

"Sekkou. Been having trouble with thickening my nails, and sharpening them. Any ideas?" Taro asked.

"Well that's easy, just stimulate growth in layers, one nail over the other, and use your chakra to shape boundaries, so they grow up to a pointed little tip." Sekkou explained. Taro looked astounded.

"I really love havin' you around.." Taro said. Sekkou smiled.

So Taro did what Sekkou said. Would you expect anything less? Sekkou is a descendant from the family itself so it is wise to listen to him. Chakra would hurriedly rush to the pituatary gland, eager to stimulate growth in nails, abnormally layering it over each other, compactly creating a thick nail which, in the end result, combined with an inch length made it more durable than stone itself.

Chakra would be sent along the edges of the nail to form perfected boundaries which limited the inch length into a triangular formation, ending with a sharp point, capable of slicing someone badly, or in Taro's assassination specialty, slitting their throat. When you don't want to get your weapons bloody and make it look like it was you, that was perfect... Though wouldn't they notice your bloody nails?

Taro sliced a tree trunk. It went into the wood and sap got all over the nails.

"Uh.. how do I make the claws go away?" Taro asked.

"Use your chakra to isolate your nails, then stimulate more growth to the size you want." Sekkou replied.

Taro used his chakra to seal off his claws from the rest of the body. They would begin to decay after five hours, but Taro wouldn't leave them hanging there that long. Chakra once again seized control of the human HGH and allowed nails to grow to Taro's favored length, a millimeter behind the end of the fingertip. This was, of course, the length of many other's. Save those who bit their nails. Something Taro wouldn't want to do if he had claws on all the time..

Sekkou seemed satisfied. Taro was too.

[Okami]

+17

[Taro. (FINISH HIM)]

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One last tiem Taro randomly decided he wanted to dew it agayn.


After the handseals had long been performed, chakra would travel to the pituitary gland located at the center of the brain, stimulating the HGH known as estrigin. Narrowing downt the possible DNA traits to nail growth, he would speed it up by using his chakra to create additional hormones. His nails grew to a length of one inch, then layered over each other to create one compact nail. This occured on every single finger of each hand.

As the nails grew to their full length, chakra created boundaries on the edges of the nails curved them up to a point, a sharp point which had the same aspects of a razor, able to cut easily and slice with no drag. This was ideal for grazing skin or slitting throats, and proved to be a very useful technique for close combat. Taro preferred long range, but if someone happened to break through, this along with a few others would serve as a last stand.

Testing the abilities of the nails with the quick slicing of thin branch, the branch would proceed to hang onto the tree by a thread of fiber. Scared for its life, it would be done away with as another slice followed. Using chakra to seal off the chemical structure of the nails to the body's constant delivery of protein to help create the fingernails, new fingernails would grow and as they did, push out the old ones to the ground. This jutsu was complete.

[Captain M]

Learned

[Taro. (FINISH HIM)]

Shunshin training 0|20

It had been a nice day - sunny with little to no clouds. The ultraviolet rays twisted and writhed their ways into the rich soil freshly irrigated by the sea country's large amount of water. Taro had been sitting down on a chair in some village he'd found. Everything had been going nicely - no being annoyed by Sekkou or having to praise that ugly b***h Noriyoi and call her beautiful. Taro couldn't seem to register that she believed the compliments. I mean, she was a lizard! Lizards are ugly! Only half-lizards are sexy. Tokagekuran were half lizards.

These thoughts were interrupted as a small man - maybe 4'9" walked over to Taro, his group of local police blocking out the great flare that was the sun. Not wanting to waste many words, Taro's tongue would begin to pierce the lip's interlocking, wetting them and allowing the lips to open properly as vocal cords begun to vibrate, creating coordinated sounds that were Taro's next message. It was brief and simple, and straight to the point.

"Move."

The small man pointed at Taro, causing a puzzled expression to amass the young genin's face. The police instantly reached for Taro, but his reflexes were faster. Jumping from his chair and onto the back support of it, they would look like fools grasping just thin air. As they reached for Taro again, the same movement would be made with Taro jumping to the roof of the house he sat in front of. Proceeding to jump down from it, the chase was on. Taro sprinted throughout the civilians with confused faces, dodging and slipping through the crowded streets.

As opposed to the police, who virtually charged over everybody in their path. He sprinted his way down the long road and the police followed not 10 feet behind. Taro'd had enough - it was time for ninja hax. Shunshining once to gain a 10 meter advantage, more police appeared in front of him, coming from around corners. With both ways blocked by police, Taro shunshined up and over to the left - landing in the next road. It was all of the shunshin he could manage - now to run more. Taro had seemed to have the force of two precincts upon him, more and more groups of police showing from nowhere.

The eventual turnout of this would of course be Taro surrounded by a large amount of armed police. As they all dogpiled atop Taro, there was nothing he could do - pinned to the ground as he was. Sweaty men all over him. It was disgusting. Somehow he was still conscious. Conscious enough for him to see a glint of sunlight making it through the piled up men, revealing a man's crotch directly in the face. This was it. It ended here.

"GET THE F*CK OFF!!!"

Focused chakra to the heels of the feet would alter their frequency to become very high, an explosion of it turbo charinging his lower body muscles and allowing him to sail through the crowd in less than a second. The propelling was enough to send him 30 feet into the air - the maximum expected of shunshin. An abrupt stop in chakra flow would stop the boy from being thrown in the momentum of the shunshin, allowing him for maybe a second to be suspended in the air.

They would all be thrown apart from the shockwave of it, one had even snagged on to Taro as he made his escape, the poor man propelled far into the air. The man was automatically put 30 feet high up, and the abrupt stop in high speed shot him a nother 30 feet. He'd probably die when he hit the ground. Taro didn't care. It was probably the man who's crotch was in his face. Taro had landed with catlike grace, walking away, not stopped by any police. The entire force was either very hurt or unconcious lying in the grass.

God. It seemed the Sea country's saltwater pollution was worse than Taro thought.

[Captain M]

+10

Bad language though, I should give you +1 only for it.

[Taro. (FINISH HIM)]

D:

[Taro. (FINISH HIM)]

TEN OUT OF TWENTY D<


Walking amongst the outermost parts of a classic woodland found in Sea Country, Taro would soon stumble 'pon what appeared to be a campground, left a while ago by other shinobi, most likely ones that attended the chuunins. It was beginning to turn dark at the time, and as Taro looked about he couldn't help but think.. Earth. It was simply confusing. Why did trees grow? Why do humans breathe oxygen?

Speaking of oxygen - or rather, oxidization, the process in which metals rust, Taro noticed a rusty, leftover kunai from the campers. And if it were a cartoon, a lightbulb would appear, hovering bright and a slight "ding!" would be heard. This, signaled an idea within his brain. Pulling his own kunai from his pouch, he would clasp it, and shunshin 3 times.

Making sure he'd wasted all the shunshin he could do without screwing himself, it'd be time to train a fourth. Tossing his kunai a good distance, his trained shunshin would be used to catch it. Although, as the metal blade left his hands, he'd wondered if it was a good idea to try this in a forest. He was in a clearing, though, so it didn't matter. Or, at least, he had hoped it wouldn't matter.

Chakra would rush to meet its deadline, exactly T minus zero seconds to reach the heels of the feet. Leaning forward a bit, the chakra, each and every molecule, would burst, the matter coming from it being pure energy. The energy, when propelled in a small radius at large numbers in its specific location, would push Taro forward at insane speeds. Fast enough to catch the kunai that was still in flight.

The sudden burst of chakra was so fast that, it appeared that Taro was simply teleporting from one spot to another. Being in mid-shunshin was always confusing. You could never see anything, adrenaline rushed like you were on a roller coaster, but stopped as soon as the shunshin stopped. Which, wasn't a long time. And, of course, it was always hard to regain footing.

Being taught shunshin in the academy was tough. Every kid had his own problem. Taro's was that, he would always fall flat on his face as he came out of the shunshin because he would lose his balance in the middle of the whooshing state. Not this time.. this time, Taro would catch the kunai and re-holster it. As long as things went proceeding to plan.

Remember how Taro pondered whether or not it was a fine thought to try this in an area covered with thick foliage? He was wrong. The shunshin would be caught short by a low branch colliding with Taro's pectoral area. He would fall, well, not flat on his face but his back. The kunai would hit the trunk of the tree moments later.


"Well.. I'm not paralyzed.. so it worked. Somewhat." He would mutter to himself.

[Arashi Zetsumei]

lol learned coolness.

[Taro. (FINISH HIM)]

Name: Horned Hide
Rank: C
Skill: ---
Effect: Creates many spiky horns on the joints and along the forearms of the user. Sharp spikes capable of doing damage in Taijutsu combat.
Special: "Handseals"
Drawback: ---
Description: Upon activation of this jutsu, the joints of the user and the forearm of the user grow 1-3 inch spikes depending on the person. These spikes are strong and sharp and are very good for defense and even attacking using Taijutsu.
Limit: Must be of the Tokagekuran, Must be of Lizardman rank, Must have had the ritual preformed, Must know "Dragon's Purified Scales" of C rank.

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It was night in the sea country, and Taro, who, violating some sort of law by lying on top of some person's roof, laid stargazing. Space. The wonders of what stretched in that endless void, what crazed life could flourish, or if there was no life.. was it all just a boring collection of rocks? Thought stretch and spread through something that had a larger capacity than every universe in existence.. the mind of a young genin.

/FLASHBACKORZ

The 11 year old, frail and headstrong child watched his caretaker, as the clan decided whether to kill him or let him live, was chopping hard boiled eggs. But she wasn’t using a knife. There was none available. No, she was using the spikes that protruded from her joints at the top of her hand. Taro had watched her intently as she activated the jutsu, figuring one day it would aid him. Maybe… It would help him escape the hell of a life he was living. The horns upon the skin glided silently through the eggs.. and for a moment, Taro pictured himself doing the same to a man’s throat. Whoa, talk about violent. The kid’s only 11.

Later that week, on his own time, where he could roam around the village do whatever he’d wanted, he stood up and tried it on his own. He could tell his caretaker had focused chakra to help create the sharp, horn like matter over the joints. So he did the same. Focusing the little chakra he had learned to mold in the academy over the joints of his limbs, he would coagulate the chakra masses to form a durable structure atop the skin.

Each horn was produced one at a time, starting from the fingers down. They formed over each knuckle, of each finger. It was tiring work. Focusing chakra masses, coagulating them, making sure that the created entity was perfect in every way for slicing. It was not easy. Perhaps it was easier for someone of older age and experience, but not for Taro, He’d hadn’t even crossed the path where he was allowed to do these kinds of techniques of his clan. And it the chance that he would, was in the hands of the elders. If he would live long enough, that was up to the clan to decide. It wasn’t fair.

Finally, each and every joint would have a small horn sitting atop it. It was made of chakra and the material used in your fingernails. However, the sharp tip and edges made it a very good defensive procedure. Say you’re going to get a punch to the face. When you block it, the opponent gets a nice surprise. A good ol’ stab in the fist. Sure to throw them off and leave an opening, if anything. Taro was just about ready to test them out.

The second he moved, one of the horns on his arm fell off. Then came another. And another. Taro didn’t know what was happening – every one he struggled to make were coming off in seconds! Falling to the ground, obsolete and without purpose. He tried to keep them on by pressing his hands on them, but that didn’t help. Within a minute or so, such a small amount compared to how long he spent, his small, 11 year old body was entirely naked of his precious blades. Hmph.

He had realized that what he had done wrong was he had failed to use the chakra to create a temporary, ethereal glue to keep the blades atop his skin. Without it, they fell limp. The glue kept the horns in place, too, so when fighting they wouldn’t move or become rotated or whatever else might happen at close combat. Taro wasn’t even one for close combat. But, of course, you always needed that one backup plan. Just in case, by any chance, no matter the odds, you get someone in your face attacking you.

Who was Taro kidding. He wasn’t ready and he knew it. What he needed to do was practice molding chakra, maybe get some extra lessons from his academy teacher, study his caretaker some more (by asking her for more hard boiled eggs) and then he could come back to the very same spot he stood right now, forget his failure and get up and try again. If you never fall, how will you know what getting up there is like?

[Taro. (FINISH HIM)]

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/flashbak agayn


He'd done as planned the day before - He got some extra lessons after class this day, practiced molding chakra as his caretaker boiled the eggs, and showed up in the kitchen on time to watch his caretaker slice the eggs. What she had done was form the horns, then use the chakra glue to seal it. It seemed there was a large amount, as the seal glowed before settling into invisibility.

All he had to do was recreate the horns he'd had earlier, then seal 'em down and hack and slash. Maybe turn on Kung Fu Fighting and show off. Just enjoy, you know? But he'd have to be careful. An elder sees him and he's done. The clan doesn't allow him to know this... yet. Just 5 more years and he'd be of lizardman rank. But he wouldn't know if he'd live those years.

Focusing chakra to his joints and forearms, combining the chakra with the keratin that flowed in his blood, it would coagulate to form a coordinated mass which would refine and harden itself to become sharp and durable. This time, they all were made at the same time. And pretty fast, too. Fast enough to make Taro look like a puffer fish. Haha.

Now, before they all fell off, chakra was molded into a highly dense liquid like entity, which sealed the horns onto the skin temporarily. It was an ethereal glue, so it was invisible when chakra was not coursing through it. Think of solidified chakra. It wouldn't be very visible, would it? As the glue hardened the glow faded, and soon, Taro was a walking weapon.

He slashed a sapling to test it. The sapling was dense and of course it wasn't exactly easy, but it worked. The sapling had a gash in it and was bleeding sap. He inspected the horns he used to slash it with. No rotation displacement, no nothing. It had worked perfectly. Taro's ears picked up the sould of rustling in bushes nearby. Quickly deactivating the jutsu, the horns were sucked back into the skin. That was new.

The rustling turned out to be nothing, but it was always nice to be safe. If Taro was caught, the order on his death would be confirmed. He envied the kids who could live without worry. He, however, had to live on the edge, always alert just because his eye color was different. Well! Blacks and whites have different colored skins, and they-- Oh yeah. Taro's thoughts ended solomnly. It was time to go back home.

[Tenkai]

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