Team Mist (closed to Senju)

[Runeska]

Katon no Jutsu (Fire Release Skill)
Rank: "C"
Skill: NinJutsu
Effect: ---
Special: ---
Drawback: ---
Description: With this skill, or release, the user is now capable of using, and performing techniques that deal with the element of Fire. This means that any NinJutsu or specialized TaiJutsu that deals the Fire Release will need this in order to be performed correctly.
Limit: ---

0/10

Traveling around the capital for a while, Aclime would fine an area he thought looked ideal for a bit of training. Immediately, Aclime would drift off to an element he’d not spent to much time in, the element fire. It’s fire passion was something Aclime often struggled with. He himself often stood secluded, alone in his own world his passion only surfaced under certain circumstances. His hand trace over the delicate outline of a tree, where he’d pluck a single leaf off it’s succulent branches. The material would be traced by his finger tips as he slowly put a small amount of chakra into it. He’d feel the leaf began to heat up slowly in his grasp.

Flash back_________

His age was 10 at the time. His uncle was near him, goading him onward to learn the fire release. A single piece of paper was held in his hands. It was hard to concentrate on it and fire, being such a passionate element. The paper in his hand would be concentrated on intensely, pushing chakra into the very seams of while he tried to heat it to ashes. This proved very difficult though, being that the young Akumu didn’t have a natural affinity for this element. When he about to stop and give up, he was harshly scolded by his uncle Yutake. It was always him that seemed to fuel his contempt. But why from the very few family with the kumyuja blood in him?

Aclime couldn’t understand this, but from his goading, he went back to concentrating on the leaf in his hands. Chakra would continuously flow back and forth under his finger tips, delicately causing this chakra to traverse into every piece of the leaf. His concentration would go in depth enough that he could feel his chakra slipping and flowing in between the individual molecules of the leaf. His young mind would realize this, but not truly know what to do next. Continuously, his chakra would continue to move around faster and faster inside the leaf as he tried to gauge a reaction from it, but it all lead to no avail.

Suddenly, his uncle would scold him again, enticing him to call upon the darker side of human emotions such as rage, anger, grief, sadness, and fear. He was instructed to try expanding his chakra outward, and imagine it bursting into flames. His vivid imagination would begin working immediately, him seeing the flames dance before his eyes. However, this images were only behind his eyes, not before him. They were phantasmal, the yearnings of being done with this manner. Still, the leaf did heat more and more, gradually beginning to shrink in on it’s. The size was become small as it heat. He’d imagined his chakra bursting into flames. It would do such though. Instead, it would expand and contract quickly, moving the individual molecules of the leaf quicker and quicker. This was better than nothing, but yeild no affect that he could use. He felt like his uncles was more of a distraction then help here, so he tried tooning him out and concentrating more.


His concentration would heat the leaf more. This time, a small amount of fumes would form around the tips of the leaf. The delicate material would brown and shrivel, folding in on itself slowly like a burning piece of paper. This method was very slow though, and took a full minute to remove what little signs of life they could from leaf. His uncle would sigh lightly, showing that he was starting to loose his patients. Suddenly, he would grab Aclime’s wrist and yank him up into the air, forcing his arms to drop the crumpled leaf as his body lifted. A swift jab to the cheek, and he’d be thrusted back down to the floor.


“Not angry enough to get powerful eh? Well picture this. You have five seconds to burst this leaf into fire. You fail in this and I will take your sister away. After which, you’ll never see her for a long time. I’ll make her the fighter you couldn’t! You a disgrace not only to the kamyuja blood that runs through your veins, but the akmumu blood as well.” With that, he pushed a new leaf into Aclime’s hands and began counting. “ONE!”

Immediately, Aclime gripped the leaf tightly in his hand began to pump chakra into the fibers of its being. His renewed efforts would cause to material to quickly heat up, but his frenzied thought disrupted most of the chakra control. He heard the Yutake say two. He sounded serious. He usually was. “You can’t do it. Leave her alone!!!” Still, he’d continue the count, reaching three just as Aclime’s chakra output dropped enough that it no longer heated the leaf. Seeing as it appeared Aclime wouldn’t reach the point that he wanted, Yutake counted to four and began to turn away as if to fulfill his promise. Suddenly, something in Aclime’s mind and body clicked, or rather snapped in a rather violent manner. “NOOOOO!!!!!! LEAVE HER ALONE!!!!!” Suddenly, his chakra control solidified, tempering itself like steel. As a result, the leaf suddenly heated, much more than it had previously. His uncle whirled about and called out the number five, hearing his angered young voice. The leaf’s edges had browned, but nothing else had really changed. His expression was like fire though it carried this intense piercing sensation like needles of ice. It was due to Aclime’s raised voice. It looked like he was about to assualt him for raising his voice. However, once the very word left his lips, the leaf would catch with Aclim’s fury. The small object cease to exist, lost to and an instant burst of flame. The intensity of it was like an explosion, causing very little harm, but booming in his face. There was nothing left a second later when he losed his grip, fingers singed and sore, panting with his aggravated mood.


“Now, we can get started somewhere,” said his uncle, his voice full of malice.


End flash back_______________

A second later, the small leaf would burst into flames, the thought of that day bringing back that instinctual burst of rage. The ashes would scatter amongst the wind, leaving him in his current enviornment. It was a random secluded area on the sea island. He was he’d be alone here, except for his team mate. He must have passed the first exams, as had he. Yeah, Yoyo was a very intelligent individual. There still much more left for them to do before returning to mist.

[yara]

Kagemane no Jutsu, (Shadow Imitation Technique)
Rank: "C", "B", "A" Rank
Skill: NinJutsu
Effect: The signature move of the Nara family, this jutsu allows the user to control their own shadow and merge it with their opponent's shadow, combining them. This links the movements of the user with the target; the target is subsequently forced to make any movement the user makes. It is an extremely versatile technique, as the user can contract and change the shape of their shadow, potentially grabbing multiple targets at once. The degree to which the user's shadow can be stretched is limited by its total surface area.
Special: "Hanseals"
Drawback: Must Be Learned Multiple times in order to truly achieve something grand. Must hold Rat hand seal until the technique connects with the targets shadow.
Description: Using the shadows of other objects, the user can extend their shadow beyond its normal range. The amount of time for which an opponent can be held is limited by the user's chakra, since the user must constantly maintain the jutsu. The jutsu is also more difficult to maintain at greater ranges or for multiple opponents, since the user's shadow must be stretched constantly. At closer ranges, it requires considerably less effort on the user's part. Additionally, the target can force their way free with enough effort, though the amount of effort required to do so is considerable. There are two tables or understandings for this technique that consists of the Difficulty class of the User as well as the Opponent, and as to how far the user is capable of using this technique. When first learned the user is only capable of using this technique at a distance of Ten meters. Each higher Rank archived, the user is capable of extending the shadow another five meters. The user must first however, learn each rank a certain amount of times before then next rank is obtainable. The C rank version must be learned five times total. At which point the ditance is upgraded to "B" Rank training and now extends ten meters each time trained. This version must be learned 3 times total. The "A" Rank version, extends the range to Seventy meters, and every additional "A" Rank training extends it another ten meters. This technique caps out at 100 meters. The user is capable of making their shadow split and by doing so takes up the distance of the total form of the original technique. This means that if a user has this technique to where they can use thirty meters and wishes to make this technique split to three shadows the maximum distance is ten meters per shadow.

Difficulty on Escaping: Escaping the Kagemane is a tricky art for some, easier for others. Depending on your Stamina and Difficulty class depends on how well the opponent can escape the Kagemane. The Kagemane is held for a Certain time frame depending on Rank of the technique learned. "C" Rank can be held for 18 seconds before it breaks no matter what. "B" Rank 36 seconds, "A" Rank 54 Seconds. For every difficulty class the user is above the opponent, add another five seconds. If the opponent for every difficulty class above th user, subtract five seconds. If the Opponent captured is a Taimaster, subtract 15 seconds additionally. If the opponent is a Tai specialist, subtract 5 additional seconds. If the opponent is a Taijutsu No specialist, leave it as is. After doing the math, the amount of turns held will be apparent.
Limit: Nara Clan Technique

Learning second time out of five = C rank (20 TP)

0 | 20

tha FLASHBACK

”My names Nara Jouen. What makes you think you can come in here and just plan on learning the ways of our clan?” asked Jouen. ”Because I am Senju, and there is nothing I can’t do,” replied Yoyo. His entire figure was sweaty, he had been fighting the nara for quite some time, learning the way to manipulate his own shadow in the mean time. ”I see….. That means you can last more than the others because of your spirit. I can’t believe none of the clan members have survived like you. [to his clan members] You weaklings! You let another clansmen come in and take your light!?” yelled Jouen.

Yoyo wouldn’t let that count as an insult. He understood it completely. If in fact an outsider came to the Senju forest and was more of a burden within fighting than him or any of his clansmen he too would be upset with them. But as it went on, Yoyo would become the center of attention to the Nara clan. The men that had quit before him would watch as he completed his training. His shadow was becoming controllable, and fighting against the hardest trainer, Jouen Nara, was a plus if he was doing better than the normal fighting force.

As the end of the fight however, an amazing thing happened within the Nara clan. Both Yoyo and Jouen connected shadows at the same time. They struggled for control, trying to move each others body while the other did the same to them, and in around six seconds they’d both faint due to over exerting their chakra force. It indeed was very upsetting for the Nara’s, their sensei falling to one not of their clan, but it’d be victory for the Senju, fainting with a smile upon his face. From that point on, he’d let nothing get in his way, NOTHING.

tha END OF FLASHBACK

As the ashes blew forth from the grasp of his fellow ninja, he’d feel a sense responsibility. This to him meant protecting himself as well as his friends. The ashes reminded him of the frequent tornados that the village of mist used to get. They had the velocity of a hurricane, though its path never would reach the ground, and only the water making the scene of a beautiful sunset filled with havoc and chaos, the oxymoron of life. At one time Yoyo tried to take the shadow of a tornado and control it, though it only ended in him falling faint to the power of it. This at once, gave him the idea of becoming stronger in the shadow arts. With a few more steps he’d come in front of his friend, the sunlight blinding the real view from him, though he could tell it was his friend, the bloodlimit was activated. A Senju was capable of making any terrain his playing ground, and that’s the exact thing he’d plan to do. Without warning, Yoyo would then begin creating hand seals making the terrain his within his own structural creativity.

”Kagemane no Jutsu!”

[Zetsumei]

+10 Rune
+9 Yoyo

[Runeska]

Katon - Goukakyuu no Jutsu (Great Fireball Technique)
Rank: "C" "B" Rank
Skill: NinJutsu
Effect: The user is capable of performing a few handseals in which gives them the capability of blowing a large body of fire in size of a large sphere that has great fire proportions and explosive capabilities.
Special: "Handseals"
Drawback: Depending on the Rank, is dependent on how strong or how much the user is capable of doing with the Goukakyuu no Jutsu.
Description: The user quickly performs a few handseals. The user then places the hand over their mouth creating a small like circle. This technique in turn is then to help the user control the great flame. The use then blows out and creates a large fireball that twice the size of a normal human body. When the "C" Rank version is first learned the user is only capable of blowing out the Great Fireball that is cannot be moved or go anywhere else. This also means that the technique does not explode in a fiery explosion, but burns greatly to anyone that is caught within the technique. When the user learns the "B" Rank version then the user is capable blowing the Great Fireball into the distance, sending it away from the use it to hurl towards the very opponent. This technique is only capable of going into a straight line and this is capable of having the size three times the size of a human body. This technique when launched at an opponent then becomes dangerous because at this point the technique can explode causing damage that is even more devastating.
Limit: Must have the Fire Release


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Flashback_______

The malice still laced his uncles voice as he approached Aclime, who still seethed in his own stew of anger. Immediately, he struck the young boy in his cheek, sending him flying a few meters away. As he crashed upon the underbrush around him, he said, “Aclime, raise your voice, yell, scream in frustration. They’re all signs of anger now that you know you have them, the next step is make sure you keep them. But just know, anytime you turn you anger toward me, I’ll only increase the difficulty of the task before you. Now, you’re first fire jutsu. Let’s go with something classical, Great Fireball.” hand seals were formed then, ending after only about a dozen. Yutake’s right would form over his lips and from there, a massive fireball twice his own size formed. The ball would go forward about twenty meters, burning and incinerating trees throughout the area.


Aclime, still fuming would watch and observe anxiously. When his uncle finished, he took it as his turn to try. Immediately, his child hands ran over the hand seals, stumbling over them slothfully. When he finished a few seconds later, he mimicked his uncle’s hand motion of a cirlce, taking in a large exhale of oxygen, the life source of most fires. As his lungs filled with air, he felt his lungs heating slightly as the reaction began to take place, aided by chakra. When he began to exhale, the heat became unbearable to his throat. It was like hot lava, burning the lining inside. He was certainly un accustomed to the power of such techniques. As a result his attempt at creating his desired affect, his massive exhale became a few staggered coughs, expelling the flames down to the ground and around his feet. Yes, the power was there, sort of. Any bit of grass that touched the flames went up in smoke, an affect that was good. However, his uncle was less than impressed with his small level of control.


In fact, his uncle struck him again, this time in the gut. Aclime collapsed, gasping for air on the floor between his burning insides, and the blow from his uncle, he couldn’t tell which hurt more. A few chuckles leapt from his uncles throat, making the minor injuries sting as if salt had been poured upon them. Aclime stayed their for a second, attempting to catch his breath. That’s when his uncle chided in his ear again.

“Now now Aclime. You must rise. I’m not done toughening you up yet.” To the sound of his voice, Aclime guessed that he must have been standing right over him Handseals would be formed as quick as he could as he attempted to catch his uncle off guard. He then proceeded to use the chakra he’d molded. In between his gasps, he controlled himself enough to inhale deeply. Immediately, he pointed his head upward as he turned around, hand cupped to his mouth elliptically. Flames would expel from his mouth, the likes of which easily would have swallowed his accursed uncle whole. With his angling, the flames shot directly upward. The canopy overhead would catch in a large flame, though only where the flames had hit. His uncle was no longer standing there though. Had he been hit?

End flashback


Aclime watched as his fellow mist nin appeared before him. The left eye became dormant for a moment as he said it would before flickering back to the normal silver. When he saw the hand seals run, he began to do the same, believing that it was time to reawaken a skill that had lain dormant for who knows how long. A leap would propel him backward as he inhaled, landing about 10 meters away. A small spar would be need to prepare them for later combat, so he was sure Yoyo would have no problem dodging his attack. When he landed, his mouth opened, expelling fire in the shape of a large ball. This would move forward somewhat sluggishly, being the lower tier of this move

[yara]

flash –

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”You must push forth your shadow as much as you can. If you don’t, there is no point in you even learning this technique. The further your shadow goes, the better you’ll be able to manipulate it. Now, TRY HARDER!” yelled Jouen. Yoyo had only gotten halfway to the technique. There was in no way he was able to make enough of an effort to push forth the shadow even more, or so he thought. As the two tracked each other down in the Senju forest, they’d know more about how each other worked. And within this small version of a friendship they’d begin to relax more, thinking about the way the techniques should have been learned instead of the way he had to learn them. For instance, Yoyo had learned it the opposite way in what he should have done.

By pushing forth his shadow using chakra, he should have been pushing forth his chakra on the ground to therefore grasp the shadow and manipulate it easier. This transition into more power would come fast for the Senju for he was no joke. The forest provided much shade for them both, but the sun spots emitted from the tree scenery would definitely throw both of them off, and like a puzzle it would become more challenging for them both to beat each other. ”Your doing great, but your also tiring me out. Now, I will take you down!” yelled Jouen, running up a tree with his last hand seal using the shadow to run down the tree in order to catch Yoyo within his own trap. Though, for the Senju, he had much more to him than just simple stupidity, he had much more wit about him than the nara thought.

Of course, the illusion that Yoyo was standing still within a shady spot would give him off though only the swiftest of ninja would have known it were a clone, wooden at that. As he caught the clone in the kagemane however, Yoyo would have been doing the same thing from the ground behind the tree, catching his friend within the kagemane. His silhouette was miniature compared to his sensei’s shadow but that didn’t stop him from being creative within his own criteria. ”Guess I got you this time…” said Yoyo smiling. ”Well I’ll be damned…You put up a good fight Senju…” said Jouen, nervously shaking to get out of the shadow. Yoyo by this point had mastered the first version of this technique.

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Aclime was swift, swifter than him to say the least but that didn’t make him any more intelligent than the average shinobi. Yoyo was not to be taken lightly, he had much to be proud of, and his opponent was grave enough to jump in the air. At this point, he blocked out the sun, and the sun would have reached out at least three meters, and since he had jumped ten meters he would have been within the 35 feet range that Yoyo had control of. However, when he landed, his shadow would have been at a standstill and his opponent would have been caught in the kagemane. Though, a grand fireball would become visible, coming right towards him if Yoyo had not leaned back a little, making the ball shoot at an incline, missing him completely. ”Your going to have to do better than that,” Yoyo claimed, smiling, having caught his opponent in the kagemane if nothing interefered.

[Tenkai]

+10 Runeska; add it.

+10 Yoyo; {19/20}

[Runeska]

B ranked version
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Aclime would watch as his body moved outside of his telling it to, causing the intended trajectory of his fire fall to change. That was strange, to say the least. What could have caused that? He didn’t know, having never heard of such a thing before. It was not to take a hit as his intelligence, rather he’d never had such a technique used against him before.

Flashback__________

The craned back position of Aclime’s head and back would would have burned his uncle to ashes, had it hit. Unfortunately for him, his uncle had foreseen him attempting such a thing, and would have shunshined far to the left, affectively dodging. However, Aclime’s naivety would have left him believing it was over, and that he wouldn’t have his power obsessed uncle to deal with. Instead, a swift and steady blow to the back of his head would fling him past a tree as his uncle’s figure loomed before him. His eyes glaring, he’d say, “I really didn’t think you’d catch on this fast.”


The same hand seals would be formed in his uncles hands again. This time though, he would still for a moment, as if to put extra emphasis on himself. When he inhaled, his cupped hand would produce another flame. This one looked a bit different than previously. No, a bit was an exageration. It was massive, dwarfing the previous appointed strength. It was aimed directly at him too. Quickly, formed the same hand seals he had previously. He took a moment to inhale and take in oxygen, heating it within his lungs before he cupped his hands to mouth to expel it. Suddenly, he blew outward, with all his might. The heat inside his lungs would loom up his throat, still inrriating him with the heat it caused. Once it reached the outside, it would be launched ferociously, flying forward in a glowing orange blaze.


Unfortunately, the two blazes were incomparable in power. His was like a hobbit trying to fight an orc. Sure, it could be done, but it required a great amound of finese, something he’d yet to realize. When the tow fireballs finally collided, the collision would shoot flame sideways, mostly from his attack. His uncles was easily pushing through. In fact, a second later, Aclime’s fireball collapsed in on itself, becoming nothing more than a speed bump in the path of greater power. What was he supposed to do? Sit there now, and take the force dead on? Not him.


Aclime tried dodging to the left, using a shunshin to get out of the range. This placed him just a meter of the range. That fireball however had hit the tree he was near. It would instantly exploding in a grandiose blast. Though he’d dodged the fire, he couldn’t get from the explosion. He’d be thrown from his feet roughly, landing on his back further away.

End flashback______


Aclime tried moving his arms, legs, or rather any part of his body for that matter. It all failed. Interesting technique, to say in the least. “So Yoyo, what manner of ninjutsu is this. I believe I’ve never heard of this one before.”

[yara]

19/20

OOC: (you have to do 60 training points, not 50)

”It’s called the shadow possession technique, otherwise known as Kagemane,” responded Yoyo. His opponent inevitably had been caught, in no way he could have made hand seals at this point. He could feel his chakra surging through his body, at this point he knew his shadow could become more potent by training, using his opponents body, but now he’d have to focus, he had to hold half a hand sign with his left hand in order to keep the technique going, and with the other he’d proceed to tickling himself, as would his opponent.

[hotaru]

meh +1

[Runeska]

Is that plus one for me too?


Flashback


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The pain in his back would plaster Aclime to the forest floor for a couple of seconds. Durring that time, he’d analyze what had just happened. Apparently, the two were not of the same power. His uncle’s attack was .5 times bigger than his own. Did that mean that the power gap was only about that big? No. As he lay there, questioning himself and his ability to think, there had been another something that the young kamyuja hadn’t accounted for. His age didn’t allow him such knowledge off the back, but it seemed that the upper level of this technique was extremely explosive.

That’s when his uncle’s voice would raise above the sounds of destruction all around them again. “Aclime, you barely stand on one leg with such laughable power. Now, rise to the challenge or face the consequences. The consequences in mind could have been anywhere from killing him, berating him with a harsh punishment, or taking his sister away as the original promise had been. Of the three, he believed it to be the last one that he’d do. And of course, Aclime’s twin was like the other half of himself. This meant that he took that threat more serious than his own singular life. Such was his habit.


Again, Aclime would begin to form hand seals, attempting to speed up more so than he had used them before. When he finished the hand seals, he slowly inhaled, absorbing a greater supply of oxygen than he had previously. This, he hoped would allow him the power to launch a much stronger attack than he previously had. With he be correct though? He didn’t know, nor would he till after he exhaled. Holding the last hand seal of the jutsu, Aclime allowed the chakra to flow into his lungs as it mixed and melded with the air. As he did this, he felt the air heating as previously. When his body could hold no more air, he released the last hand seals and brought a hand to his lips. The hand would cupped into a circle, guiding what would come towards the proper form.


Finally, it was expelled all at once in a single exhale. His body would heave for a moment as flames would dance it’s way up his trachea and to his lips. The fire passed between his lips, roaring loudly. The orange glow revealed itself at nearly the same size as it previously had been. It passed forward toward his uncle, who was still standing about fifteen meters away. When it reached him, Yutake would simply body flicker, causing the whole mass to miss and continue flying through the underbrush of the forest. Multiple plants and such would turn to ashes, dying before the fire which engulfed them. The fire ball continued forward until at last, it hit a large boulder. The boulder, being the only non flammable thing it had hit, would withstand the blast. Without anything to burn, the stone blocking its forward trajectory, it would explode. But the blast wouldn’t even rival that of his uncle’s. Aclime gasped for breath for a moment as the last bit of fire left his lungs. His uncle wasn’t pleased, but the anger inside Aclime wasn’t going to allow him to simply simmer down.

End flashback


“Kagemane you say?” he replied as he attempted to fight the control. It wasn’t quite a manner of strength, but he couldn’t move either way. That’s when Yoyo held a hand seal with one of his hands. The other moved toward the boys own body. Aclime’s hand did the same, despite how much he fought it. Aclime felt his nerves twinge a bit at the sudden loss of control as he began to tickle himself. A few stifled breathes would be made as he said, “Alright, so you’ve got me. Now what?” Surely, a technique like this couldn’t stand indefinitely. He wondered now long Yoyo could do such.

[yara]

exit

[Runeska]

[Exit]

[Runeska]

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Flashback______

Aclime’s eyes wisped to the side quickly as he saw his uncle move. He knew he had to move now in order to keep things pressing onward. However, he was still slightly winded, and bit disoriented. His breathing was extraordinarily shallow. That didn’t stop his eyes from view where his uncle had landed. Moving quickly, though rather stumbled, he crept forward, trying to keep him insight. That’s when he saw his uncle forming hand seals. “Aclime, our two techniques are not the same. Can’t you tell, mine is using up much more chakra. You must do the same. If you can not, then I’ll have to end my dear nephew.” Sure, he might have used words that seemed regretting to do such an action, but the tone said otherwise. Aclime decided to move along as quickly as he could. Win, he couldn’t. He simply wasn’t designed to. I mean really. A ten year old taking on someone about their mid thirties, a trained akumu warrior, and a kamyuja. He was engineered for failure from where he stood.


The hand seals Yutake rolled from his finger tips would continue for a second, after which he’d cock his head forward with his hand cupping to shape the flames. Needless to say, Aclime moved as fast as he could to attempt to confuse his uncle’s aim. Suddenly, that same blast of fire came flying toward his direction. Immediately, he’d leap upward into a tree, and attempt to use the elevatoin to jump further away. It worked, as the fire ball continued to speed past him. Aclime would begin to run his hand seals for his supposed jutsu. His body would sore onward as the explosion died down behind his back. Landing, he’d take in a deep breath, infusing it with chakra from his body as the conents of his lungs expanded to accommodate the breath.


Now, he was nearly ready to shape in his new attempt. The breath now inside his lungs, he held the last hand seal for a moment as he tried to add extra chakra to his lungs and thus there. Suddenly, the effort began to heat the air inside his lungs to the degree in which he had to get rid of it. His right hand would quickly shoot to his lips and curl into a cup as he prepared to fire. His current position placed him far enough out of his uncle’s range to not be struck by the aftermath of the explosion. Although in his head, the time was passing by painfully slow, that was not the case. Anger had unlocked andrenaline. He had not activated chaos or any such thing, but with the adrenaline in his system, it sped up his perception, allowing him to see things a bit more focused and slower. Through this means, his head turned to face his uncle and unleash his blast of fire. Yeah, about ten seconds in his head had really only been about three or four.


His uncle was still poised from launching his fireball, so as Aclime opened his mouth, it appeared as though he was set to at least hit him. The luminous orange ball would emerge from his lips, propelling at a terminal velocity due to the extra chakra he’d put forth into the attack. Even now, seconds after he’d used the attack, he was still trying to size it up his his uncle’s. His right now was comparably stronger than previously. It was somewhat close to the size and range of his uncle’s great fireball. His uncles was likely fifteen meters tall. His was about thirteen or so. The problem was though, is anger had clouded him up a good deal, easy for a ten year old. Instead of compacting the chakra and letting the explosive power simmer itself, the ball was pretty rough and malformed. This caused it to nearly fall apart before it even had the chance to strike. When his uncle noticed the mass moving toward him, he chuckled and hopped over to the side. The mass of heat would continue onward in a rather haphazard pattern, catching the trees near him. The first few would be burned to embers. After that though, the ball would explode in a small puff, though it would seem more as if the flames had simply scattered to the winds.



Fire would simply seem to engulf a few of the small shrubbery and plant life in the area, but with the scattered remnants of fire becoming a storm of embers, it would only singe the trunks of a number of trees. Yutake, for all purposes was not only unharmed, but spent almost no energy avoiding the attack, due to the uncontrolled fathomed fire. More power than previously, sure. However, the process left Aclime’s throat hoarse from forcing the fire out. He needed to focus more, especially now that he was dealing with an element that was new to him.

End Flashback

[Runeska]

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Begin Flashback


More harsh cackles of laughter erupted from Yutake’s throat, serving to do no more than irritate and berate Aclime more on an intimate level. Still heaving, Aclime would begin forming the handseals for great fireball jutsu again. He was lacking his better sensibility. He knew he should have stopped and rested to gain his breath again. A few seconds would pass by rather slowly as his hands passed over the last seals for his choice attack. He’d grown accustomed in this short amount of heated comabat to mold a larger amount of chakra into his body. However, under this rage, would he do it properly? Finally, he’d inhale, a very difficult maneuver, for Aclime’s previous miscalculation would have caused his lunges to retain smoke. For that reason, a larger amount of the oxygen he would have breathed in was never received.

As what oxygen Aclime come suck in reached his lungs, the chakra in his body began to mix and meld with that air, and together, he’d try calling the fire release again. Before he knew it, his body would begin to heat around his chest, and it wastime to try his attack again. He felt really odd and lighter than previously though, which he thought meant he was perfecting the move. This scenario was far from true, as he’d see in a moment.


With a swift exhale, Aclime would blow with his full force toward his uncles direction. At this time, his right hand would be cupped around his mouth, forming a guiding circle for the attack he’d chosen to use. Of course, it was the only fire release move he had ever attempted, but it was still his attack. The young kumquat’s maw would become a glowing a terrace as the fire formed at his lips. His push would allow it to take form. The size would be grander than previously, beginning to form into the full fledged great fireball jutsu. The size of the orange mass was about another few feet than it had been seconds ago. This much was by pure effort though. His mind had nearly nothing to do with it. It was still off from the purest concentration it could have reached by perhaps a few meters. The glow of it would elluminate to a degree which cast a large amount of light and shadows about the immediate vicinity.

As soon as this fireball formed, it would begin racing forward. The path and trajectory would seem right, but still Aclime would feel off, as if he’d done something completely wrong with his attack. His uncle only stood there smilling, about fifteen or so meters away. Why didn’t he move? Or try to defend? Surely, even if his attack wasn’t at it’s full force, it would still completely decimate the physical components of his body. That’s when everything seemed to start going wrong. Aclime’s vision would start to dimin to a dull graysish color. The only thing that seemed to actually stand out was his fireball. He could feel the heat from it even as it left him. The orange glow in his eyes soon became the only distinguishing thing in his sight as everything slowly began to turn black. A few seconds later, would hear something that sounded like a bang. Was that his jutsu? Had it worked as it was supposed when it transcended to the next level? No, not even in the slightest. The bang he heard was more like pure blunt force exploding forth with fury.

Before that though, he saw his uncle move, or did he? His uncle left an after image and body flickered toward Aclime at an impressive speed. The fireball would engulf some of the trees and continue moving onward for another twenty meters before exploding. That boom would be far more grand in his ears the first bang he’d heard. However, the first was far more closer The explosion from his fireball was in fact an explosion this time and not just scattering flames. However, it was still small, in comparison to what Yutake had done previously. Now, that still left an air of mystery in Aclime’s raging mind as to what was the first bang. Suddenly, an immense pain would erupt from Aclime’s stomach as he felt himself go air borne. His vision blanked and his head literally swam in this sensation. Needless to say, it was his uncle striking him in the stomach, using the speed of the shunshin to propel his knee into the young child’s gut. The oxygen in his lungs was existent at this time, and so he’d pass out after landing on the floor a few meters away.


Now on the floor, there was nothing left that Aclime could have done. His mouth opened up as his head cocked backward. While he was out cold, the smoke in his lungs left as his body naturally solved the problem of having no oxygen

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[Runeska]

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Begin Flashback

Aclime would have been out for about fifteen or so minutes before awakening to find the forest put out of it’s blaze. That’s not to say there was no damage done. On the contrary, parts of the forest here lay in ashes. What remained however, had been doused in water, which was evident due to the moist spots appearing all around. Slowly, Aclime began to regain his awareness and with that, he rose back to his feet. He couldn’t see his uncle anywhere, but he could tell he wasn’t too far off. Having been out for a while, Aclime felt a lot better back on his feet now. Perhaps he could have dealt with not being knocked out cold, but he was thinking a lot more rationally now, at least for a ten year old.

This was a good chance to gain control over his new element some more. He would take a few deep breaths, attempting to shake what lingering bit of bit of anger he had from himself. That’s when Aclime began to form his hand seals. They were slow and steady, him not wanting to screw up any further if he could help it. After all, within this small amount of allotted time, he was supposed mold enough chakra for his fire ball. It was at the very least obvious that he hadn’t done that. If he had, he figured that fireball would have held itself together more. Yeah, he actually had to think on this for a bit. The last fireball had a great deal more power. But it lacked control. He couldn’t figure out if it was his uncle to that caused him to pass out, or himself.


Regardless, as the hand seals continued to roll on, his body would begin to mold chakra, pooling into the locations that he need it. This would be his lungs, esophagus, and his mouth. Finally, he finished with the proper hand seals and began to inhale. His inhale was deep, lasting for a full three seconds. His diaphragm would expand as his lungs grew larger. The air inside his lungs would immediately begin to mix with the chakra previously molded, condensing and set into heat once the katon release was activated. He had to move quickly at this point. Just as the oxygen in his lungs heated to the degree which would have caused instant flames, he blew outward to rid his body of what would have become caustic fumes.


The hands of the young kamyuja would break away from the formation of hand seals in favor of cupping around his mouth. There, the circlular shape would guide the formation and aim of his fire ball as it began to form. The mass of it would loom up his windpipe then launch out his mouth. The oranage gleam would set everything a blaze with as the bulk of it began blowing from his mouth. He could see right now just how gargantuan his fireball was a this point. The form would a be a large glowing orange ball nearly fifteen or so meters large. This large ball of fire would begin to move forward with what could only terminal velocity. It would travel forward, ingulfing numerous trees in nothing more than the pure impact the furious flames temperature contained.


Fifteen meters forward, the flames would cease moving forward, but why? His massive force of fire couldn’t stopped by a few trees, right? Normally, that would be right. However, Aclime had just passed the point where his flames would do nothing more that engulf. Here, he was almost at par with his uncle. He’d yet to know this yet though. Instead, his only witness of what power he’d amassed would be the display before him. An explosion of vicious glory would cause all other forms of movement to cease except the ebbing tide of destruction. Trees would literally explode in large lumps of wood, splintering in every which direction.

[Kama the Popcorn Kage]

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[Runeska]

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Slips and chunks of burning wood would fly towards him, stopping just short of his feet. Aclime would be a bit short of breath, heaving greatly yet not at a point where he might collapse. His fist would cup tightly around himself as he tried to control his breathing. Almost there… or at least he thought. It was the first explosion his fire had created. He head to be getting close to it by now. After about ten passing seconds, he took one final gulp of air and continued on his own again. His hands would move in a frenzied motion reminiscent of a dance as he began to mold his chakra within his body into something distructive. His charka wouldn’t move, not until the twelve seal had been formed. But when it did move, the motion would be fast and fluent


Chakra would gather towards his lungs, esophagus, and even his lips. As his lungs began to get hot, he’d inhale deeply. As the wind would pass over both lips, it would slip down his windpipe and into his lungs where the heat would catch onto it and heat it even more. With in tow seconds, his lungs would have been filled and he’s stop inhaling. However, that didn’t stop his chest from expanding outward. The heating air would bounce around quicker, with great fierce intensity. This was because the heat trasnfer in them was heating the very molecules from the oxygen he’d swallowed. At some point, the air stopped being just air, and became pure thermal energy it was at that point where it was time for him to act.


Aclime’s eyes would open up sharply and point to a tree nearly twenty meters away. Instanlty, his mouth would open, the flames clearly visible from the depths of his throat. His right hand move to his lips and cupped to a circle. Then in one massive expulsions, the air would blown from every bit of his body. This air however would have been pure fire. His hand had helped in forming the fire into the form of a sphere except for the long trail of fire tracing it back to his lips once fired off. It was simply magnificent though. The bright orange red blaze flecked shadows all about the forest as its illuminate glow surged in power. It’s size was massive, in comparison to anything he’d done thus far. I might have just left his lips, but even now, he could trace what would be it’s path of destruciton as at least fiftten feet high.


Following the course of his attack through visual contact, he’d watch as the blazing inferno devoured many small trees and shrubs in it’s path. There wasn’t too much that could stop it. It’s velocity continued forward unitl it hit a bit of a wall. That wall would have been the original tree it had been aimed for. The tree was very old and the truck was at least three meters thick. The moment the tree met the great fireball, it went up in flames. It wasn’t a quick flawless act of incineration or a slow succulent burning of licking flames. Instead, it was a devastating explosion of fiery death. The tree litterally blew apart, sending flaming flinters around other trees. Smoldering chuncks of what had been the tree would fly into the air before raining down below. Where the tree once stood, it was nothing more then crater, a small bruise the size of a mosquito bite on mother earth. Smoke would fly upward, blocking out bits and pieces of the light from the canopy of trees over head.

[Captain M]

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