Koudo's Training [Open]

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Sand Blade
Rank: C
Skill: Ninjutsu
Effect: User forms their arm into a blade of sand.
Special: "Handseals:
Drawback: User can no longer perform handseals.
Dexcirption: User does a few handseals and focuses chakra to their arm of sand. Whichever arm they chooses, turns into a blade of sand. This sand blade is as strong as steel and extends the entire length of the forearm to the elbow, allowing it to still be bent for more mobility. The blade is 2 feet long and one foot wide, and razor sharp. This blade lasts three posts before turning back into a hand.
Limit: Karada Souran "C"

It was dawn, and the waves could be clearly heard from Koudo's small, run down shack. Living on the beach clearly had its advantages to him. It was the closest thing to his home land and to him it was and endless supply of training material. After a small breakfast, Koudo left his hut and made his way to the shoreline. It was an especially humid day, and Koudo could feel the the moisture soaking into his skin, weighting him down. "I hate this fucking air..." Koudo groaned under his breath. Once there, Koudo began his training. Reaching his hand deeply into the earth he pulled and collected sand along the side of his arm. To some it would look as though the sand was stuck to him as if he was covered in syrup, but to any shinobi who knew his blood limit it would look totally natural. The sand wasn't stuck to him but a part of him now. His chakra flowed through it and he felt the extension to his body resonate with his own natural feeling. This had all come to him one day when merging sand to himself. The sand that he melded with was just as malleable as his own body, he could control its density and mass. Maybe, just maybe he could fold it just like the smiths folded steel numerous times into swords of great strength and sharpness. It would take a lot of concentration, but it might work. He plopped onto his ass and focused on his newly expanded upon arm. Folding the sand back and forth, pressing harder each time, making it sharper and harder with each fold. After a minute of folding, it was finished. It extended from his elbow to the tip of his pinkie. A blade, one that shone in the sun like you would never think that sand could. He looked at his left hand, the one unchanged, and pressed the fingers against the blade. Sure enough the fingers came clean off. Most people wouldn't even dream of testing the sharpness of a blade on their own fingers, but the pain was manageable and the damage repair able. Koudo dipped his hand into the sand and pulled it back out. Voila! Four brand new fingers completely unharmed were attached to the hand.