Art and Confusion [T][O]

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Kuchisaki Seichuu (Mouth Control)
Rank: C-ranked,
Skill: Passive, Supplementary
Effect: Considered a type of training method (See below)
Special: ---
Drawback: (See below)
Description: The Sankuchi clan's chakra circulation system differs from normal people. There bodies Tenketsu (Aka chakra points) are located and are concentrated in different areas compared to others (while still containing 361 chakra points). This relocation of tenketsu alters the flow of there chakra within there body, leading to a rather unbalance system. It is because of this unbalanced chakra system that a Sankuchi can propagate a unnatural flow of chakra within there body and concentrate chakra into extreme amounts into on area (I.E Mouths), leading to the formation of there amazing and powerful clay bombs. Unfortunately, one is not innately born with the knowledge to control these differentiating flows of chakra. A user is taught and trained to teach there body to flow its chakra properly to there hand mouths/main mouth. If left untrained, the user’s flow of chakra may be directed dangerously within their body (being concentrated in one area to a far higher degree then another).
Because of this, there chakra can potentially bring harm, or even lead to the destruction of their own body (from the inside out). “Back fire” is the term used to explain an over flow of chakra into one area in the body, and being unable to remove said chakra at an equal rate. One could literally leave there body permanently damage, ruined or blown off.
With awakening and the addition of new mouths on the user’s body, this flow of chakra fundamentally shifts over and over again. The user must relearn “mouth control” a total of three times allowing for a balanced flow of chakra to each mouth (Once for the users main mouth, twice for the user's second mouth in there left hand, a third time for the user's mouth in there right hand. There mouths also learn how to move upon the users will just as any other mouth, molding clay and infusing chakra directly into the clay during mastication.
For those who are born with the rare "Fourth Mouth", their is no current way to train one's body to balance chakra flow to this mouth. This mouth is nearly uncontrollable by anyone in the Clan, even to the clans most powerful and wisest elders. Its volatile nature spells emanate death for anyone and must be sealed away.
Limit: Sankuchi Blood line. Three times learned max.
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The cool air of this year-wise new home of my own would coat my skin, a soft smile on my face as my eyes rolled across what scenery was visible. I'd sit with my legs crossed in the middle of a few trees, each of them three feet apart or so. Though this was the middle of a little forest, there was an intersection I sat in, just thinking about the clothing around my body. It seemed that the year I had spent within this place was more than I could've even thought of. It was unbelievable... I could never feel more satisfied than I was now... However, this was simply because no one had knew of my second mouth yet. The moment the wrong person stumbled upon my little secret, they'd be torn to shreds. Hehe, it seemed a little rude but it was just how I would get down.

I would inhale through the nose as I lowered my eyes and lifted my left hand, my cloak's long sleeve slowly sliding back to reveal. I would smile a bit larger as I looked to my hand, the mouth sitting in my palm opening and its tongue slowly extending. I guess I needed to train this...after all, I only knew how to infuse chakra into my clay with my one original mouth. My right hand would slide across the ground at my right and I'd feel around for a few moments before finally laying my hand on the Clay Pouch I had brought along. My family...I had known nothing...if anyone of the Toujitakumi had lived...all were within Stone..or were they? Was there some other desecendants of this family that I hadn't know of? *Tch* Possibly.

*Hm* More or less, I needed to continue. My right hand's index finger and thumb would be placed on the zipper of the pouch and slowly I'd pull, unzipping it and pushing my hand down within, I would feel around and grip a small chunk of clay and pull it from the pouch after squeezing it into a tiny ball. Placing the ball of clay at my left hand's palm, I would wait for the mouth to open and gently place it on the tongue. The mouth would close as the tongue retracted and the mouth began to chew down along it, my arm beginning to shake as my left eye twitched, chakra attempting to run through the hand gently. I would lift my hand up in front of my eyes, but only to chest level as I gripped my left wrist with my free hand.

Who would've thought that this could hurt? I didn't know how such acts could lead to pain...however, it was stated that my body was completely different from other shinobi's. We both had chakra networks but mine, my family's was a bit reconfigured. I just wish I could've learned about this ability sooner...like when things were going well...my brother had lost his life because of his stupidity..but that same stupidity was followed upon by myself. I could'nt help but crack a smile after seeing his face within my head. I would continue to focus chakra into my hand, gently, but enough to have things work out hopefully. The of my palm chomping into the gummy clay, each bite being heard by myself.

Holding my wrist stiff to halt movement of my arm, I extend my fingers out and the tongue of my little mouth would extend with the piece of clay resting still. I could feel the warmth of the chakra used, resonating from within. Such a beautiful piece of work...and I had been subject to have it. The heir to this clan would fall to my feet and I would take over...someday. The tongue would conceal itself again as my palm began to chew on the clay once again. My chakra was beginning to grow less painful as it traveled toward this mini mouth of mine... it was much appreciated; this Sankuchi mouth of mine.

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The pain wouldn't cease...it was decreasing, but it wouldn't cease. It seemed like my body could handle this...and honestly, this seemed to be the first time I've endured as much pain as this even though it was a very minor amount..or at least my mind was making me think it was a minor amount. My eyes could never stop shakily keeping view of the mouth within my hand chomping chakra into the clay, as where the chakra would come from the other parts of my own body. There was no need for handseals since this wasn't of the kind of technique and chakra being channeled was pretty much minor here as well. Light breaths would seep through my mouth and into the air around me while I continued to focus on my hand, this clay being infused with chakra.

I wasn't stupid, please believe it. I was using Sankuchi training chakra right now. Only the dumbest person would have the nerve or even skill, to use thei real clay for training. But just maybe. As watching the hand chomp on this clay began to bore me since nothing really entertaining was going on, I would slowly close my eyes while the pain of the chomping mouth kept me awake. Learning to control this mouth wasn't as easy as I thought it would've been... It seemed my age played a big part in the amount of pain and chakra concentration I could get among this palm of mine. As hard as it should've been for me to handle things, I'm hella grateful that I found out about my gifts a bit late.

The tense smell of the clay being chewed would rise up into my nose, my eyes closing for a few moments while my hand still gripped my wrist. It probably wasn't necessary anymore but I held onto it anyways, just in case. The feel of this mouth chewing wasn't so great, but if I was to chew the clay with my birth mouth it would be quite soothing I suppose. Now, to think more about the village I lived in to get my mind off of these small pains originating from my hand. It was pretty much unknown how long it had been here but it seemed as if it had been in place for a while. The trees had grown pretty tall and - Oh god...look at me! I was wondering some of the dumbest shit possible...

How did my mind stray onto something so ridiculous!? I surely didn't know but I did know that I had to stay focused if I wanted to harness the true power of my Sankuchi mouth today. The mouth would open wider than previously as it took yet another bite into the clay. Another bite, way larger then the last few. Breathing normally would be no problem since the pain was beginning to vanish from my body. It wasn't gone just yet, but it was moving toward so. I would lock my jaw before letting a yawn through my mouth and closing my eyes, releasing my wrist slowly to make sure that it wouldn't begin trembling again.

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My eyes would watch over my left hand as the mouth within my palm continued to chew on the piece of clay within. The pain would be like a pinch from a little girl, a mere child as of now. The chakra focusing however, it was still a bit hard. The trembling within my hand would continue again and my right hand would come up to grasp my wrist. I would lock my jaw as I did so for a moment just after letting a yawn out, and closed my eyes, a bit of heat beginning to flush over me. No one had yet decided to pour a bucket of water on my little Sankuchi parade, and luckily, there would be no one wanting to die. Licking my lips, I would open my eyes and look back toward my slightly trembling hand again.

Beginning to weaken its bites, the mouth within my palm would begin to tremble itself. It seemed as if it had gotten tired... Haha, I'd smirk before setting a bit more chakra throughout my arm, my heart beginning to up in rate. The mouth would begin to chew some more, embedding even more chakra within the piece of clay within its mouth. However, as it grew, there would be no explosive properties given to it, only the chakra...technically, this was a waste. However, it was for good purposes...this was the first time I had actually seen this thing in action and mayber there was more than one. Maybe there was another mouth that would grow within my right hand...

My smile would grow as I continued to look on into the mouth of the Sankuchi mouth while it chewed on the piece of battered clay. I wouldn't bother trying to shape this just yet since I pretty much wouldn't know what to make, but I would take the time to sit the clay within the center of my palm and tap it a bit, feel the stength it had been given, whether it would be tough or as it had been when I removed it from my Small clay pouch. This still rested at my right side, but there was no reason for me to touch it or even think about grabbing another piece of clay. What I had was enough and if it wasn't I would definitely know. Wasting no extra time I would command the mouth to continue on with chewing, the control of the mouth becoming lots easier than it had been when I started.

This training had been a deal of help to me. All this chakra focusing to and throughout the Sankuchi mouth helped me gain complete control over the tool; or should I say, Limb? I would bite my lower lip as I looked up toward the sky to think just how far would I be able to go with this mouth? It could probably lead to great things...and maybe one day I could even gain the skill to get where I had always wanted to get...within the home that I was denied the right to enter because of my brother. However, I needed to complete the now events and all the approached me without respect. Lowering my eyes back to the mouth, a few moments of examining would come to a halt as the final smile rose onto my lips and I spoke,

"Done..."

[Kama the Popcorn Kage]

OMG very well written.

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OOC: Thanks ^_^

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“Concussion Bomb”
Rank: D-rank
Skill: Ninjutsu
Effect: Powerful wind released from a clay bomb
Special: Refer to “Katsu”.
Consumes 1 slot, for one mouth.
(Maximum size: small sized creature)
(Maximum amounts: 2 creatures for one slot used)
Drawback: Time and preparation. Does not harm
Description: After molding and infusing a piece of clay, the user may form any creature they wish from the clay (spiders, birds, etc. Small size). This clay creation moves about, fulfilling the users desires. Upon command, this clay creature burst violently, but in a non-lethal fashion. From the burst of the clay creature, a powerful wind is released instead of an explosion. This wind covers a radius of 10 meters, and can knock down any unsafely secured items, sway trees about and kick up little debris. When contact is made with an enemy, the burst may knock them off balance, or feel like the equivalent of a hard punch (if used correctly). Anything beyond 10 meters will just feel the strong wind
Limit: Must know "Katsu", Kuchisaki Seichuu (Mouth Control) at least once, D-ranked "Touji Hyu-zu" (Clay Infusion) and D-ranked "Touji Itonami "(Clay Life)

Finally, everything had settled down. The control over the Sankuchi mouth within my left palm had been given to me, finally and a bit of rest within my legs help for travel within the future. For a few moments I would let things flow over, and then times would need to come back into my favor - I needed to make up what I had missed these past years by learning as much as I could within this Family of mine. Now...finally I would get to work on true art. Who knows what I'd do without it... There was no point in even thinking like that, thinking about how my life would be without seeing so much artwork created and thrown all over the place because it was useless. I could remember clearly the first time I heard someone say that...only it was aboutsomething I had created..

*Pft* It took me two hours to make that damn macaroni owl and just like that, in the blink of an eye someone would say, "oh that's pathetic, useless! Fool." Boy oh boy did that kunai slice through his egotistic ass. ...didn't like his callage anyways... With a small grin rising onto my face, I'd lift my hand to my eyes, the Sankuchi mouth sticking its tongue out and showing the ball of clay to me. Things needed to up now. It was time to start creating bombs and what not. With a quick inhale-exhale, I would smile and clench my opened hand into a tight fist, the chakra embedded within the clay being manipulated at I began to shape the piece of artwork with my fingers. As this process grew, I would have the Sankuchi mouth open and take in the clay once more.

However, as the mouth within my palm chewed along the clay, it managed to split it into two parts and keep them separated while still managing to infuse them with the right amount of chakra while chewing. Of course with my assistance. Shaping the clay with its tongue, I would turn my open hand into a tight fist, the process of this technique still being made, pretty easy actually. As I waited, feeling within my hand that the control over this Sankuchi mouth had actually turned out well, I could open my tight fist and watch as the tongue extended and two small birds rested just at the edge of the tongue; a little bit less than a foot in size. At this time, I would close my eyes and think to myself...apparently this thinking would turn out to be an outburst...I couldn't help myself:

"GODDAMMIT!!! NOW THIS IS ART!!"

Now after calming myself down, I would be ready to see how this training of mine worked out. Closing my eyes for a moment I would assign these beautiful birds a specific personality you could say. The clay colored birds would then spread their wings slowly, and begin to flutter, slowly levitating from my hand up into the air. Continuous circles is what they would flutter their wings for. Circling around each other again and again, they would pretty much play...however, I needed to bring the art out of them. My hands would slowly come together, the Ram handseal being formed as I watched them ready for booming.

*Hmm*

The birds would explode in a non-violent manner sending a popping sound through the air and a pretty powerful wind rushing through the area (ten meter radius) and sending my sliding backward a few inches before lifting off my feet and bouncing into the body of a tree. Apparently, I hadn't thought things through too much and ended up being too close to the creation...finally I was able to create things as beautiful as this...and they were considered true art for the simple fact that art...

"Art, is the Beauty of a Single Moment."

20 - 1 = 19 Slots of Training Clay

[Kinz]

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“Grenade”
Rank: D-ranked
Skill: Ninjutsu
Effect: Creates a very weak explosion.
Special: Refer to “Katsu”.
Consumes 1 slot for one mouth
(Maximum size: small sized creature)
(Maximum amount: 1 creature for one slot used)
Drawback: Time and preparation. Very little destructive power.
Description: After molding and infusing a piece of clay, the user may form any creature they wish from the clay (spiders, birds, etc. Small size). This clay creation moves about, fulfilling the users desires. Upon command, this clay creature will explode, creating a small blast in its wake. This explosion is roughly the equivalent to 1/4 of an “Exploding tag”. Being caught in the explosion leaves very minor burns, burn marks and lacerations, but nothing to damaging. The radius of the explosion is roughly 1 meter in size.
Limit:Must know "Katsu", Kuchisaki Seichuu (Mouth Control) at least once, D-ranked "Touji Hyu-zu" (Clay Infusion) and D-ranked "Touji Itonami "(Clay Life)

Climbing up from the ground, pretty dusty and a bit battered, I would close my eyes as I dusted my clothes off to drown the pain out while it slowly faded from my body. I wasn't too sure right now, but I was to think my head was bleeding. I had the urge to rub the back of my head in an attempt to check this but I didn't really feel it was all so serious. If I knew myself the way I thought I did, I would grow lightheaded and halt this training within a moments notice if something was really wrong. My heart was pounding right about now, the danger that aroused when I set of those clay creations...woo boy did I put a bit of a hurting on myself. I had plenty of time and plenty of ways to get to know myself, my body rather; as I spent my entire life pretty much, just growing up as a regular shinobi.

Making my way across the little training area of mine, I would retrieve my Small Clay pouch which had been laying on the ground, and re-attach it to my right hip, just a little on the front side of second Large Clay pouch. Now, I needed to get a little more comfortable...things weren't going to get any easier from here on out. My open cloak would be dropped to the ground, sending a bit of a small gust outward in a circular radius from its landing point. My black t-shirt would hang just a bit over my three Clay Pouches. Pretty muscular arms could be seen and the next thing to be seen would definitely be a bit of explosion...or at least a dud of such. Swallowing, I'd take my right hand and pull a bit of clay from within the pouch again, and place it at my left hand's palm.

The tongue of my Sankuchi hand would extend and take in the piece of clay before beginning to chomp down on it. As the process of clay creation took place, I would begin to focus chakra throughout my left hand and through the Sankuchi mouth, giving it something to feed into the piece of clay within its own as well as my grasp. It would take some time for the clay to be infused with the right amount of chakra, and molded into the right piece of artwork, but this was something that I could definitely withstand. As the Sankuchi mouth continuously wrapped its tongue around the piece of clay within and chomped vigorously down onto it immediately after, I would channel more so, my fire style chakra and slightly mix it in with my earth style chakra.

This would hopefully bring out the explosive within the clay while not making one element stronger than the other. This was just hopefully however. This time around, it seemed as if this creation took more clay than the previous and indeed would only be able to come along with a single creation since this small amount wouldn't be enough to create two crafts. I would tighten my jaw as I lightly breathed, my thoughts somewhere else, but my chakra and body completely focused on the Sankuchi mouth within my palm. The chewing noise it gave off was minor, but it was something that would grow annoying....if you weren't a Toujitakumi that is. A small smile would lift onto my face as I brought the clay creating hand into a tight fist.

Only a short amount of time would pass before I opened my hand to take a look at the small bird that rested in the center of my hand atop the closed Sankuchi mouth. It was pretty much enough for me to handle, but was it true artwork? I would find out momentarily. The clay colored bird would be less than a foot in size however did pack a bit of a punch that would aid me in the end of all things. It was time to find out if this was art, and I was ready to be within the crosshair of my own technique right now. With a deep breath I'd lift my arm a bit and the wings of this bird would spread. Not more than a second or so would pass and finally the bird would begin to fly.

It was completely smart to wait until the bird had gotten some sweet distance away before detonating it of course. This was the moment of truth now...hopefully thing s would turn out as planned and I could continue on with my day. The bird would be a pretty reasonable distance away by now and both my hands would rise to my chest, moving slower for things to happen with every move.

*Hmm*

As ths seal was performed and the chakra was meshed within this clay creature of mine...my chakra frequency would quickly jolt outward and cause the small clay creature flying through the air to explode in a Grenade like manner. A large orange and red cloud of smoke would appear floating through the air within the result and yet I would still seem satisfied...a small smile rising onto my face.

19 - 1 = 18 Slots of training clay left

OOC: Kinda crappeh maybe..?

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“Flash Bang”
Rank: D-ranked
Skill: Ninjutsu
Effect: Creates a clay bomb that can blind its enemies.
Special: Refer to “Katsu”
Consumes 1 slot for one mouth.
(Maximum size: small sized creature)
(Maximum amount: 1 creature for one slot used)
Drawback: Time and preparation. Non-lethal
Description: After molding and infusing a piece of clay, the user may form any creature they wish from the clay (spiders, birds, etc. Small size). This clay creation moves about, fulfilling the users desires. Upon command, this clay creature will explode, leaving a blinding light in its wake. This flash of light is similar to any normal “Light bombs” but somewhat weaker. The flash only covers a 5-meter radius, and blinds its enemies for less then 3 seconds, and slightly dazed afterwards for 2 seconds. The explosion does not harm enemies what so ever.
Limit: Must know "Katsu", Kuchisaki Seichuu (Mouth Control) at least once, D-ranked "Touji Hyu-zu" (Clay Infusion) and D-ranked "Touji Itonami "(Clay Life)

My artwork was brilliant, it was the most explosive art known to man... And those who would dare defy it would pay with their lives and maybe even more than just that. I couldn't say that killing was fun...but it was something that greatly entertained me at points. Watching someone fade from this world was more than anyone could think and surely it was beautiful to me. However, there was a ton more pieces of art that I would create, starting with yet another boomb. A flash bomb that it. I would move my right hand across the small pouch holding my training clay and pull it from my belt and place it on the opposite side near my second pouch, this one being large as the one on my right hip was. The pouch would still be unzipped and ready to be dug down into for clay.

I surely needed an ally of some sort since training alone like this wasn't but so much fun. I wouldn't intentionally allow this person to know of my trait, but if he was trust enough and found out I wouldn't grow that urge to just, kill him like I would anyone else. I was a complete mystery...yet I wouldn't let people attempt to get to know me...that's just how a shinobi such as myself rolled. However, I would lower my left hand down into the clay pouch slowly while the mouth within began to open, the various teeth within being revealed to the inside of the tan clay pouch as well as the clay. Pushing my hand down a bit more, the mouth would take a bite out of the clay and take it within it's mouth, beginning to chew it while I myself began to send chakra throughout my left hand in the process.

The chomping down on the clay would continue as each bit sent chakra into the clay, infusing it within like saliva did anything that would enter my own original mouth (ewwww). My hand would have been lifted from the pouch and pretty close to my face, I would watch as the mouth did its job, my eyes glowing at the sight of such work. What were the chances of a shinobi like me being born into a family such as this one? Surely this was a question that couldn't be answered, but there was some kind of explanation for this somewhere. I could feel the chakra building within the clay little by littler, giving it that powerful bang that it would always have when dealing with a Toujitakumi. The abilities we acquired were beautiful along with the extra mouths we came with...

Just the sight of the boom resonating from such a small creation would get me all riled up like a little bafoon with a bunch of sugar in-hand. *Pft* Candy wasn't something that a shinobi such as myself could deal with. Ridiculous to even think about having any. However, the chakra within my Sankuchi mouth lightly built within the clay would have it surface among the tongue and a tight fist would be clench momentarily. My right hand would be placed over this as I opened my hand again and began to fiddle around with the piece of clay, shaping the correct points to look the way I needed and wanted it to look. I would slowly lick my lips as the piece of clay turned out to look a bit like a dog. A small dog. Lowering the clay figure to the ground a moment after I closed my eyes and concealed it to assign an alignment for acting, I would form a single handseal and enlarge the dog to about six inches in size.

Such a cute little thing wasn't worth having unless there was something that would make it last...we all knew what that something was. With a smirk, I would continue to hold this seal and send it off within the distance, my eyes narrowing as the distance between us increased...and then, boom. I channel the chakra used and detonate the thing sending it off in an explosion of disorienting light. However, it would last long..in fact within the next few seconds it would clear and my sight would return... However, it pissed me off that I was stupid enough to be caught within the flash bang thrown out.

[zuka]

Learned.

Doez I know chu?

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Touji Hyu-zu (Clay Infusion)
"C" Rank
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Now everything was pretty much cooling down to a pretty cool state. Slowly but surely, my eyesight would return to me, a bit fuzzy at first, but it would indeed return to me. Thoughts of what the future would and could bring flooded my mind, my eyes enclosing as I decided to take a moment to think on them. Would I still be here, in Mist? Would I still be alive...physically? There were so many people I looked forward to meeting that were within the Toujitakumi and were living well...a great life, free of the thought that they wouldn't ever decide to leave behind... They were crazy if they would decide to forbid their abilities and live a normal life...or maybe they were just desperate for a change. Nevertheless, the Sankuchi were gifted with the ability to create the most graceful of art.

People never understood the true meaning of art, or what art really was. They were always to be babbling and rambling about how art was this or art was that. *Pft* Losers...however, I needed to place my mind on what was needed right now. Adjusting my sight to what was available to me at the moment, I would glance down and lower my Sankuchi hand down into the pouch at my left. Revealing its to the inside of the bag it would once again take a bite of the clay that rested within. Chewing at the crafting tool, I would begin to force chakra all throughout the mouth, infusing it...well trying, to infuse it all into the clay it had began to chew at. My eyes wandered off for a moment, gazing toward the slightly vast amount trees and then back to my hand.

My body, being different from the average shinobi, would allow myself to pump a way larger amount of chakra throughout my arms and into my hands to use it within the clay to give it its explosive property, however it was alot different than doing this for a D ranked technique...I had been born with the ability for such, but now that I was upgrading things didn't seem to be coming so easily. Not a matter, I would continue on, my palm chewing continuously at the clay within its mouth and my chakra being pumped throughout my arm. With each bite that would be endured by the piece of clay, a bit more chakra would be pumped into it and attempted to be evenly distributed throughout so things would work out the right way.

This clay needed to be given its property without mistakes...art was flawless...well art was flawless and couldn't be topped...by not a damn thing. I was eager, cocky, sometimes self-centered, but I could back it all up with my ability to create mass explosions. The number of things that would fall before me whether it be another person or another object of some sort was unpredictable...incredibly excruciating to even think about. An enemy that would appear the fool of the day would fall to the reality, the fact that art was the most powerful thing eye and influence-wise, but it could, and more than likely would...blow their mind... *Chuckle* I couldn't help but let out the small chuck of air, my eyes squinting and my hand slightly trembling. As it had before when I was first learning to control the Sankuchi mouth.

It seemed I'd have to take things a bit slow here, but nevertheless complete my training. This task would be handled in a matter of time...

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Touji Hyu-zu (Clay Infusion)
"C" Rank
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Cooling myself down, I would look at my left hand, my eyes closing as a small sigh seeped through my lips and entered the air. My tongue would slip out of my mouth as I licked my lips and then lifted my right hand over to my left hand. I would grip my wrist and hold it tightly to make sure things would work the right way... Holding my wrist probably wouldn't make the results for my attempt at this clay infusion rise but it would probably help me focus more on the clay infusion than the trembling my hand would probably be doing again. Taking a good look at the mouth within my palm would give me a moment more to brainstorm for a faster way to get through this technique, however nothing came to mind... Sadly, I was once again stuck on getting the technique done pretty much on my own and by nothing but experience.

A frustrating sigh of annoyance would rush through my mouth as I began once more to pump chakra within and throughout the Sankuchi mouth within my palm. The mouth would begin to chew at the piece of clay resting within once more and begin to attempt pumping chakra with each bite within the clay. The light bites that were currently being given were enough to batter the clay but were also enough to push the needed amounts of chakra within it slowly. The process of Infusion would continue and my mind would stray... This feeling of immense power being built into just one piece of material, one tool could be felt throughout my body incredibly.. the feeling seemed so unnatural, like this thing was coming from a completely different place. Either it was this, or I was beginning to feel a little too awkward.

The fact that I ended up here within the hidden mist village didn't bother me, it was the simple fact that I couldn't return to my true home...I had to stay within this place which I indeed had began to adapt to but it just didn't seem like this was enough at the moment. Maybe this was because I was simply missing the things that would usually occur within the home of Earth. I wasn't sure, but this was really beginning to affect me and my training... Just because I didn't want it to didn't mean that it wouldn't...I was old enough for my wants not to hurt but surely I was old enough to show myself the way through this complicated session of training. My eyes were pretty much open entirely and facing my hand and the Sankuchi mouth doing its job...

It just seemed like I was staring into a pit of darkness...like nothing was in front of me, my eyes shooting through a moment of blind sight. Though I was experiencing this awkward moment, I could still feel the Sankuchi mouth in my palm chewing at the piece of clay remaining inside and attempting to infuse chakra within it...I could tell that progress was being made, my right hand still around my wrist.

OOC: >_> | <_< No..Iizuka.. willing to make a guess?
Feels like a crappy post to me, buh guess guess

[zuka]

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Guessing is for nubs.

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Touji Hyu-zu (Clay Infusion)
"C" Rank
20/30

The sudden blank vision would clear, my sight returning and the clump of clay within my Sankuchi mouth still being chewn at, chakra being infused within it with each bite. This was supposed to distribute bunch of chakra forcefully deep within the piece of clay, evenly distributing it throughout to give it its powerful explosive property. My chakra was explosive...my art was explosive...my life would grow explosive. My eyes would drift down to the mouth in my palm and I'd lick my lips pretty proud of what I was beginning to pull off. The chakra pumping was beginning to grow easier and easier...just the way I liked things. Challenging was fun, but when there was time to be made up, easy was the perfect way to go. And since there was time to be made up...easy was what I preferred.

My tongue would slide through and over my lips and then quickly back into my mouth again, pretty much dormant. Sankuchi warriors weren't to be underestimated, but they were always the type to underestimate another person. The worst thing that could be done was disrespect their art...well disrespect my art...others probably wouldn't take it so seriously but I was sensitive of my creations. All of them were worth a bang and soon....plenty within the shinobi world would know this. Plenty would fall to my feet and plenty would have their lives turned to shit should they cross my path. A small smirk would rise onto my face as I thought these things..the idea that they were so serious barely enough, entertaining me. I would tighten my jaw and watch the palm mouth take another bite into the clay.

As this happened I would pump a larger amount of chakra through my palm. The clay would absorb the chakra like a dry rag and soon come to show its properties. Just looking at the hand within my palm gave me this feeling...that I was talented somehow...so, so talented. *PFt* Indeed this was true, I was talented and many people wanted to be....it was just the fact that they weren't fit for such a thing that they seemed to fall prisoner to a civilian life such as...well I don't really have any examples in mind but...my point was to be proved I guess. The teeth within the mouth in my left palm would go biting again and again down into the clay, delivering chakra with each bite...I could feel it completely now, it was pretty much complete. There was nothing that could hold me back now...

"Done."

The tongue would extend forth, delivering the piece of clay to the start of my fingers and then retracting and closing. I would look at the clay and smirk bigger, my eyes gleaming, filling with sucess...how much more was there for me? Hm?

[Kuro]

Learned.

[Oienka™]

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"Touji Itonami "(Clay Life)
"C" Rank
0/30

Well, there it was. A clump of clay ready to be molded, shaped into something more. Just what I wanted the thing to look like wasn't the only thing I couldn't figure out... I needed to figure out how I was going to make the thing a bit bigger than the standard sized; "D" Ranked sized clay that I had previously been working with. This pretty much just meant more chakra, but it was nothing that I couldn't handle. There wasn't time to stall anything so right away I would begin, proceeding with my Clay training. Sculpting would begin. With the piece of clay within my palm, I would bring my fingers in over it, lightly squeezing down onto it, imprinting and sculpting neccessary parts with my fingertips. I wasn't too sure how the size thing worked, but if all went well, I could get it to grow just where I needed it.

Removing my fingers from the clay, I'd take a look down at it and bring my right hand over, pressing down onto and pulling certain parts of the artwork to fit my rare liking. Sadly, there was no room for flaws, and even if there happened to be any, I wouldn't allow them to make their way throughout my artwork. A light sigh would run through my mouth as I continued to press and pull down onto the clay, my finger prints being smeered into it. But due to the color, it was near impossible to spot them. The piece of clay rested pretty light within my palm, the chakra embedded within not too ready for exploding, or so? I mean, I wasn't done sculpting yet, and I was no fool. I would never have something so hiteous explode. A small grin would form on my face as I continued.

This clay was proving a bit difficult to sculpt but I would get used to the idea of this. It was nothing that Shirou Toujitakumi couldn't handle. Like I had said before, I was going to be going places...making things...changing this world of shinobi. Tools is what we were considered...tools that would be left around to be wet and slowly rust away until we can no more be used for or by people..well I would be no tool. I would try as best as I could to live my life as a true Toujitakumi, killing any who would consider me a toy, a weapon. This was just the truth...but the truth hurt. My onyx pupils weren't like anyone else's.. I was a unique shinobi with very important abilities. Those who would defy or look down upon them, would be without hesitation...slain like a dragon.

My shining eyes would lock upon the clay within my left palm as I removed my left hand momentarily to take a look at what was at hand. Things were pretty much going well, but this wasn't done. It would take some time and there would be nothing to take any away from me. This clay within my grasp look like a battered piece of meat, protrusions coming from every other side and heading into nothing but...thick mist. My jaw would be tightened and I would place my right hand back over what was here. Lightly I would continue on, my fingers pressing down onto the light colored piece of clay. By the amount of pressure that would slowly come along that needed to be applied to the tool for sculpting, I could tell that this thing had more clay melded together within the clump.

This would mean more effort in creation, and a larger creature. Things were seeming to work well, to go as planned, but hopefully there would be no downfalls. I'd lick my lips as I continued on pressing my fingers and pulling pieces of the clay from this place of my hand to the other, creating art as best as I could. The determination that built behind my pupils were growing drastically, but the more and more I focused on this the more the thought of failure came into mind. Determination wasn't supposed to include failure anywhere within...yet somehow I managed to bring it along with the crew. The lump of clay would continuously alter from here on out, and I wouldn't stop making it do so until I was done with this part of my training. Soon, I would be the greatest Artist within all of Mist and slowly, the shinobi universe.

[Oienka™]

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"Touji Itonami "(Clay Life)
"C" Rank
0/30

My hands would never cease movement, my eyes still peering down at both of them in the works as I focused as much as I could and tampered along with the clay within my grasp in an all out continuous attempt to create another great work of art. The clay would continue being molded and the way things looked as I continued to have it do so made me feel like I would be done here sooner or later, thoughts about failure or not...this thing would be taken care of in a matter of time and no doubt, the hopes I threw over my body like the two thin cloaks wrapped around me at the moment, I would get this thing done...and not a damn soul could stop me..not here, not now and definitely not ever. My body was acting on its on right now, or rather just my hands.

The battered clay would alter in appearance with every moment my fingers pressed down into it. With every press and pull the piece of clay would grow just a bit bigger and look more like what I had in mind. A small smirk would climb onto my face as I watched my clay work its way to what I was thinking and the thought in my mind was pretty big for such a small creation. Knowing that this wouldn't be but so big I'd have to cope with what ended up being the end result and hopefully it would be built with that exact same bang that all the other few creations I had managed to come up with did. Wait, there was no need for hope. I was Shirou Toujitakumi, things would work out without doubt...I could do this and there was no rest in sight until I finished.

This would be done the correct way and my art would be flawless as I had always thought it to be. The smirk on my face would do nothing but grow larger as I continued on sculpting the chakra between my hands. The image visible behind my eyes would show the beautifullest winged creation of all, however, there wasn't much I could do at the moment that would bring this out. I could only create something smaller as of now...this training was to have one's art creation size grow. I did see the point of such training, but if I was as gifted as I was beginning to think I was, this training was pointless. Like a fool, my cockyness would blind me and my actions here would state the obvious. No doubt I was having just a bit of trouble with this...which could've obviously meant that I wasn't all too skilled.

"Hmph."

Let someone other than myself tell me that and see what happens. It was of some deed within me that just urged me to kill those who knew of my little clan trait...and I would do so as long as I wanted this to be kept secret. There were those of course who I could trust...that word was one of the many that weren't too serious to certain people, but if one would take the time to observe and act correctly, maybe it would become something serious to them...and then again, maybe it wouldn't. I'd tighten my jaw as I continued on motioning my hands and fingertips around this clay, small wings now visible. Another step complete. If one was to take a look at what was within my grasp they would catch sight of nothing more than a battered body and a pair of wings...I was close however, close enough.

My hands which would hold this beautiful piece of art would slightly tense up. I had been doing this for a few moments now non-stop...I needed to rest my arms...however I would keep telling myself that there was no time for such acts. I'd tell myself this so much now that I would eventually come to think it was true until I finally realized that rest was the most important part to training...for without it the body wouldn't work correctly. I'd release a light sigh as I continued on sculpting what was within my grasp and then halt all movement within my hands for a moment as I thought. Someone out there was begging for death...I know there was someone out there just aching to be killed...or maybe this was just that feeling that ached me to kill speaking....

Who knew...who cared? I surely did know however...it made me laugh.

[zuka]

+20

[Oienka™]

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"Touji Itonami "(Clay Life)
"C" Rank
20/30

With a final glance at my hand which had been shaping the clay here, I'd give a light nod and then a sigh of relief, noticing that it was finally ready. If it wasn't then I'd just call this here go a little test drive or something of the sort. The figure within my grasp would be something different, nothing of the ordinary and nothing someone would spot anywhere around, or this was simply a thought that it could be found no where around however. With closure of my eyes I would take another deep breath before fully examining the piece of art within my hand. The feeling of completion just suddenly overwhelmed me, making me just want to halt with training as of now... the down side to this, I couldn't, there was alot of work I needed to do to make up what I had missed in these years.

With my eyelids pulling up off of my eyes, I would plant them back onto the clay creation in my palm. Rigid wings on the inside and smoothly curved along the outside, these wings just as big as the creation's body. A slim random body looking as some sort of blouse or dress you could say, the eyes...well there were none, anything along the face? Nothing. Surprisingly, it had taken such time to create something with no true features other then the detailed wings and body... was I seriously slacking here or was I just...doing, just this something? I wasn't suree which way things were rocking but they didn't seem to be rocking in a horrid direction, at least right now they didn't. However, with my tongue sliding across my lips I would plant the creation along the ground and smirk.

Now was what I had been waiting for...the size of this creature had better been bigger or I was going to be terribly pissed out here. Both my hands rising to my chest, my pinky and ring finger of one hand rolling in toward my palm and then making contact with the opposite hand, the Ram handseal successfully formed. With a grunt, I would channel the chakra within the dormant clay creation and a cloud of smoke would erupt. Of course the amount that erupted was nothing of grand so it would clear momentarily, and the moment it did I watched on in a bit of awe, amazement at a creature a total size of four feet. Eyes widening, this was definitely progress...of course it was a dud but still, it was amazing. Licking my lips again I'd close my eyes and let a sigh run.

"And there you have it. Hm.."

[Uchiha, Shichiro]

[ Enter ]

"That's a bit... Odd."

The cerulean optics of the boy gazed carelessly upon the man standing within this forest, himself crouching, perched within a tree. His fingers ran smoothly over his chin as he contemplated the current events, watching as the man before him brought the doll to life. A cloud of smoke erupted about it as his hands curved into their signs, obviously dispensing chakra into the toy. As he did so, it would grow swiftly, coming to the approximate size of a few feet. More so than it originally was.

His voice would come forth, finally, from that leafy shroud, speaking unto the man before him. "That's a nifty little trick. But nothing special. Doesn't appeal to my taste." Within his cover he would smirk, peering through the thick canopy as he would drop down from his place of hiding. Landing easily upon the ground, he would lean himself against a tree, folding his arms as his eyes scoured over the Sankuchi. Looking now around the setting, he would speak again.

"Name's Shichiro."