Red Eyes [T]

[Takara]

[Enter from Dances in the Wind]

Yasha Gensou (Demonic Illusions)
Rank: C
Skill: Ninjutsu
Effect: Allows the Onigami to fool other Doujutsu or any other chakra detection methods that read life or chakra and create “fake people” for them to attack.
Special: C ranked training allows between 1 and 5 creations. B ranked allows up to 15, and the A ranked creation allows up to 30.
Description: One of the unique powers of the Onigami is to allow them to trick any chakra or life detection methods in believing someone is there, usually by creation real chakra systems stationary in certain places. For those peering through their Doujutsu, the appearance of someone’s chakra systems or their chakra flow will be seen, and it’s impossible for them to discern real from fake. Once they strike them, the systems disappear. This jutsu is most effective under a visually altering jutsu, i.e., the Hidden Mist skill, because the victim’s will not be able to tell as well what’s real and what isn’t.
Limit: Must be part of the Onigami BL.

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With so little knowledge of the power in my devilish eyes, I had spent little to no time training my Doujutsu, ignorant of its power. Daily perusing through the shinobi annals of Kusagakure yielded me no further knowledge besides the elusive name of my Kekkai Genkai, and the documented nation of its origin..

Onigami - Fierce God, of Mizu no Kuni.

Using that as a reference generated very little information, so I decided to forgo books altogether and simply ask the shinobi who shared the same duties as eye. I sought out the older shinobi, those who were well traveled with weary gazes and permanently bruised bodies.

For a while, no one could provide an answer, and scarcely had even heard mention of my Doujutsu. I refused to end my search, however, and so weeks later, my persistence led me into the company of Yukata. The man was old and dying, with thin gray hair and sharp, angular features. His skin was riddled with liver spots, and more wrinkled than a rolled up shirt. The most notable thing about the ancient, decrepit man, however, were the two dull red orbs sunken in the center of his face.

“You are an Onigami,” I breathed suprisedly when I saw him. He was slumped in a creaking wooden chair in the parlor of a low-rate inn in the western sector of Kusagakure.

His tired face turned to me, a rebuttal on his lips, but when he saw my eyes... tears welled up in his own optics, but his age and failing health did not allow him to stand. “Never did I expect to meet another,” He groaned. “Not one so young, anyway. The world has forgotten our kind.” He wheezed.

I walked over to him, already feeling a kinship with him. This man shared my blood... he could very well be my grandfather!

“Your name, child?”

I considered giving him my false name, but decided against it. My mother had named me Izanami, and that was the name I would give him. I am Izanami,” I answered. “I have come to you-”

“I know why you are here, child. In the corner, there is a chair. Go and get it.”

I did so without complaint, pulling up a seat across from him.

“Activate your eyes,” he said, “and watch what I do.”

I watched, enraptured, with my Doujutsu active, witnessing an old man expel the most wondrous chakra I has ever seen. All around my, life signatures sprung up all over the room, even though I know that he and eye were the only living things within the establishment. He was able to grant a table a chakra signature, and do the same to the entire wall; what was this jutsu, that could create a true chakra system. Before she could ask, he began to explain the process.

[Takara]

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You have observed the difference between and Onigami’s chakra and a normal shinobi’s chakra, yes?” His spoke slowly, taking several minutes to speak but a single sentence.

“Hai,” I answered.

The chakra will allow you a plethora of abilities; most importantly, the ability to fool other Doujutsu. The technique you have just witnessed is a genjutsu, called Demonic Illusions."

He trailed off, raising a trembling hand to his chest. “The jutsu imitates the life found in here,” he said, patting his chest, “and gives it to an inanimate object to fool the sight of both the Byakugan and the Sharingan.”

“... How is technique practiced?” I asked.

“Release your chakra into the atmosphere,” he started, “and then use your connectivity with life to “... that’s it?”

“For the most part, yes.” Yukata answered. “Everything will come to you as you learn.” I nodded, before closing my eyes and allowing my conscious to retreat into the great glowing pool of chakra locked away in my soul. Like a white ocean surging around me, I fell into its depths, feeling the intrinsic difference between my own chakra and the more generic chakra of a common shinobi. My own chakra felt heavier, thicker, somehow, and more adhesive as well, if that n than what Yukata had alluded to.

The technique required more input than my connectivity with life and all its aspects; it needed insight as well, as I needed to visually replicate the chakra system in order to incorporate it into the jutsu. I did so by viewing my own chakra system, using the insight provided by my eyes to remember the exact build of the construct.

Then I allowed my chakra to vacate my body, driven by my design for it. Handseals were rendered obsolete for this technique. The chakra seeped into nearby obstacles; a chair here, a table there. The energy embedded itself in the first five objects it touched, carrying with it the intent of my actions. Chairs and tables developed chakra systems, or rather illusions of chakra systems, though the objects themselves remained unchanged by the jutsu. Against those same common shinobi who I marginally looked down up, this technique would be virtually useless.

“Good,” Yukata wheezed. “If you would do the technique once more?”

I immediately embarked upon the jutsu again, reaching into the depths of my soul to withdraw a set amount of chakra to power the jutsu. A breath of air left me as I envisioned the chakra systems that would penetrate the various objects scattered about the room, and another joined it as I pushed the chakra out of my body. It moved throughout the air in a much more direct path than it had before, as now I had a much better understanding of the jutsu. The chakra carried the imprint of my vision with it, and as it found sustenance latched onto the objects, the imprint too was imparted upon the material, invoking the creation of Demonic Illusions.

The technique had actually used only a marginal amount of my vast reserve of chakra, and as such, upon completion of the technique I was immediately ready to move on, feeling no fatigue at all, not even a miniscule amount. Yukata felt differently, however - the man left me with a tattered scroll that carried within it the techniques of my family. When I left, I took the scroll with me, holding it close to my heart.

That scroll... it was all I had of the family I had never known.

[Masakuni]

+20

[Takara]

Recognition
Rank: D
Skill: Ninjutsu.
Effect: The user can identify if they are under a Genjutsu or not by expanding their Chakra.
Special: "Handseals"
Drawback: The user must remain still.
Description: The user follows the basis of the Genjutsu of expanding their chakra, but this time just around them to localize any disturb the chakra may have, if so then they can realise they are under a Genjutsu. The technique only works with Genjutsus of lower level than the version of the technique. The "D" version only works with "E" Genjutsus, the "C" with "D" or lower and so.
Limit: Must be part of the Onigami Bloodlimit. Must know Tasukeru (Seeing Life)

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I left the inn in a slow saunter, my vision of the world skewed by a certain slant of light. My feet carried me on a whimsical path threw the streets, eyes searching for a shinobi to provide assistance with my training. I would need the help of a genjutsu user for the particular technique I sought to learn.

Recognition. The technique was contained within the scroll granted to me by Yukata. If properly trained, I would be able to cancel any genjutsu technique that would seek to effect me. In this world of shinobi, it would serve to be a very useful skill. It required me to expand my chakra to localize and disturb the chakra of the genjutsu, causing the technique to crash and the genjutsu to fail, in most instances without the knowledge of the genjutsu weaver.

There! I found myself before the Grassy Knoll, a shinobi exclusive pub in the center of the village, not far from the kage’s offices and various other shinobi governed buildings and businesses. I entered into the establishment with bated breath, hoping that I would find someone willing to lend their expertise to my training.

“Can I help you darlin‘?“ A voice sounded to my right. The voice was deep and raspy, as if the source of the voice was a frequenter of cigarettes and alcohol.

“Perhaps.” I spoke, using the skills learned during my childhood spent amongst whores. There were dozens of components that factored into seduction, and it was the smallest of those that I put into action. I tilted my head, arched my back, and made myself seem even smaller than I was, effectively transforming into the “beautiful-demure” archetype.

“Are you a genjutsu user?” I asked.

“Nah. I’m all... hand-to-hand.” He said, and I could feel his leering eyes. I could still feel them even as I walked away, leaving him there alone. It took only a few minutes for my request to spread, as the man complained to his friends of the “little kunoichi“, and from there it spread to almost everyone. Alas, a woman approached Takara, an older woman, with a hard, steely visage and frizzy white-blonde hair.

“What do you need a genjutsu user for?” she asked, wary.

“My eyes.“I spoke, activating my doujutsu for but a second. “I need to learn how to see through genjutsu.” I added on by way of explanation.

“... okay. I’ll help you. When would you like to meet up?”

“Now.”

I lead her outside to the back of the establishment and instructed her to weave one of her weakest genjutsu. She did so, calling into existence the academy level Bunshin no Jutsu. Any idiot could ascertain the difference between the original and these elementary bunshin, for the simple fact that they shed no shadow, made no sound, and had no substance. They were simply visible ghosts.

With a mere thought and a subtle redirection of chakra, I activated my doujutsu. Another world was opened to me in that instant as my eyes absorbed everything around me. To combat the genjutsu, I released a thin wave of chakra from my being, expelling it from my body whilst remaining absolutely still. Considering how weak the genjutsu was, it was easy to discern the chakra in the air that caused the illusion The energy rolled from my body, extending to the score of bunshin surrounding my training partner. Their forms wavered, blinking between visibility and invisibility before fizzing out, dissipating into nothingness.

[hotaru]

+10

[Takara]

Thank you!

Recognition
Rank: D
Skill: Ninjutsu.
Effect: The user can identify if they are under a Genjutsu or not by expanding their Chakra.
Special: "Handseals"
Drawback: The user must remain still.
Description: The user follows the basis of the Genjutsu of expanding their chakra, but this time just around them to localize any disturb the chakra may have, if so then they can realise they are under a Genjutsu. The technique only works with Genjutsus of lower level than the version of the technique. The "D" version only works with "E" Genjutsus, the "C" with "D" or lower and so.
Limit: Must be part of the Onigami Bloodlimit. Must know Tasukeru (Seeing Life)

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With the technique destroyed, I allowed myself to scan my surroundings, taking in the environment around me. By the door there sat a stacked column of greasy boxes, and next to those rested empty crates that had once upon a time transported sake. There was a small light that hung over the door, with various light attracted vermin flying around it. To my back was another building, meaning that Katira and eye stood in an alley in the midst of Kusagakure. Had we not been kunoichi, we’d surely be stupid.

“Is that all?“ Katira asked. I’d discovered her name shortly after the Bunshin’s had been dispelled, and she began to understand the implications of what she was witnessing. Standing by the light under the door, I was able to better witness her visage. She was pretty, if a bit aged, like a fine wine. She wore a black suit under a green flak jacket - probably an old chuunin vest, if the ragged state of it was any indication. For a fleeting moment, I imagined her as my mother, but the image died before it could be born.

“No,” I replied. ”Try a D ranked jutsu this time.”

“How exactly do your eyes work?” she asked, nosiness rearing its ugly head.

“I don’t know,” I explained, shrugging. “I only recently discovered my kekkai genkai. The genjutsu, please?”

She nodded her acquiescence, weaving another simple genjutsu. A chill crawled up my spine, and it had nothing to do with the lowering temperatures. Indeed, everything around me seemed to become sinister. Shadows became the outstretched claws of unseen ghostly specters. The wind became the breath of Death on my neck, it’s buffeting my body simply his hands trailing along my arms. Even Katira struck a frightening image, as the shadows lengthened on her face to give her an entirely inhuman appearance.

I did not have to discern whether or not I was under a genjutsu - that much was a given, considering I’d asked the woman standing across from me to execute the technique. Since that step was deleted from the process, I only had to release my chakra and, using it like corrosive acid, destroy the chakra emanating into the air that effected my senses so.

Without moving, I release waves of chakra from my body, summoning the energy deep from within my being. Both plentiful and bountiful, the chakra surged forth like the crests of raging waves, seeping out of my form just as liquid seeps into cloth. My chakra didnÕt have to spread far to come into contact with the foreign chakra born of Katira’s genjutsu. It latched onto the energy like a lion biting into a bison, but instead of simply cutting into the chakra, it dissolved it, seeking to destroy it and end the effects of the genjutsu. The process was instant, though in that breadth of time I could feel the strength of the technique lessening.

The shadows retreated to become what they had always been - just shadows. The wind once again was simply wind, and it sort of tickled as it blew strands of hair against my neck. Katira lost the gaunt look that her genjutsu had caused, returning to her normal, plain and yet un-plain appearance.

[Takara]

??/20

I was pleased with my success, but the perfectionist in me would not allow me to simply leave it at that. It took but a moment for me to decide that I would try the technique at least once more; all I would need was to procure Katira’s agreement. Considering that she had agreed to help me, a stranger, I knew that that part would be exceedingly simple.

“So did it work?“ Katira asked. I was growing tired of her repetitive questioning already, having been in her presence for only the span of thirty minutes. She questioned everything, and investigating everything, and it was quickly wearing on my nerves. My eyes rolled in their sockets, the juvenile gesture serving to ease my growing annoyance.

“Yes.” I answered. “But I would prefer another rendition, just in case.” I said.

“Alright.” she agreed. “But after this I’ll have to head back to the pub. I need a drink.”

“Whatever,” I griped under my breath, though from the slight furrow of her brow, I surmised that she had heard me.

She began a short set of handseals, and I struggled not to brace myself for the technique. I would need to allow it to take full effect even with the knowledge of its occurrence, less the time simply become a massive waste. I couldn’t feel the chakra effect my brain - couldn’t feel it sink into my cerebrum and alter my thoughts and manipulate my senses. All I noticed was the colorful pattern that manifested next to Katira as she stood by the door. The colors were of a spiraling variety, encompassing every color of the rainbow. They drew and held my attention completely, so much so that I didn't even notice Katira, and she stood only a foot away from the swirling colors!

Immediately I released a wave of chakra, pushing it outward from my still body. That was a drawback of the technique that I was rather wary of, but it could not be avoided. Like a growing bubble, my chakra spread further and further outward, almost forming a dome like structure around me. Once my chakra came into contact with the chakra of Katira’s technique, it attacked the chakra, cutting into it like a thousand tiny knives, breaking it down and turning it into nothing. With the chakra of the technique destroyed, the spiraling colors died fading away into oblivion.

I breathed a sigh of relief. It would seem that my previous rendition of the technique was not a fluke, and I truly understood the process of the ninjutsu. I would call upon Katira on another day to continue this lesson, but for now, my attention would be afforded to another avenue. With a waving and a parting thank-you, I was gone.

[hotaru]

20

[Takara]

[Exit to Dances with Wind]