Sano's First Training

[sano]

Heightened Touch
Rank: "C" Rank
Skill: NinJutsu
Effect: By having a heightened sense of touch a user can concentrate their chakra along their fingertips concentrating along the oil of the fingers to where the user guids their fingertips over ink created lettering so then a user can gain the ability of reading without the knowledge of brale.
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Drawback: If the writing is smugged it takes more difficulty for the user to read. If there are no ink smuges or really if something was not created with ink, then the user will not be able to read.
Description: The user concentrates on their chakra as they push it down to their hands. Doing so the user concentrates on their chakra to gather, to wrap around the oils that accumilates against the fingers, as this happens the user guides their fingertips over bits and pieces of the lettering. The oils act like a reader as they move in and out of the skins as the brain waves capture the feel. Within the mind of the user they capture vibrant pictures that enables the user to somewhat "see" the letterings within the mind.
Limit: Shitakuma Technique

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Sano silently made his way to the roof of his house and sat down atop the slanted tiles. His hands gripped a large scroll in his hand. His hands moved to feel every bit of this scroll his world narrowed down to the scroll, even his heightened hearing seemed to have shut off as he concentrated on his contemplations. He was still so far from truly being a member of the Shitakuma clan. It was in his blood to be one of them yet all he could do so far was see somewhat through his hearing. He still had much to learn and his father had expressed such. Now that Sano was a gennin the time to learn the academy basics was over and he needed to take the time out in order to focus on jutsus that would help him survive in this world. With this scroll his father had given him his first step onto that road. As Sano unraveled the parchment his hands only affirmed what his father had explained to him. The scroll was drawn in plain ink, no brail. Therefore, Sano was unable to read it as he was now. However, that would hopefully soon change. On the scroll was information on how to perform a certain jutsu that would give Sano another method of sight. In order to read the scroll his father had presented him with both a test and knowledge. He had explained to Sano a jutsu that Shitakuma members used in order to translate regular ink words into something even their blind clan could read.

His mind was sharp and Sano’s memory seemed to rewind recalling the words that his father had spoken almost perfectly. The explanation by itself had been somewhat confusing and Sano hadn’t been exactly sure if it would work, but his father would not lie to him about something concerning the clan and he was eager to continue with his growth in the shinobi arts. He exhaled and inhaled slowly calming his body. Even on the slant of the roof he was able to remain perfectly still not even the occasional breeze rocking him on the uneven footing. Such things like height and falling didn’t bother someone who couldn’t see just how far he would be dropping. When he felt that he had become relaxed enough to truly concentrate he began calling forth the chakra that pitted itself in the center of his being. He willed it to come forth. As he felt his body become warmer he shifted that pulse of chakra from something that spread completely throughout his whole body to pushing it towards his fingertips.

What he was doing was no easy feat. Sano had to not only make sure that he was keeping a firm control over the chakra so that it pooled only at his fingertips. However, he had to get just the right amount of chakra to form there. If he attempted to call too much it would be too difficult to keep it steady long enough to read the words given the very small space he was trying to push it in. If Sano concentrated too little an amount then there wouldn’t be enough chakra for him to even pick up on the words. When Sano felt that he had formed enough chakra at his fingers he attempted to wrap it around the oil that gathered there. He would need the oil on his fingertips to help formulate the images that he would then read as he poured them over the scroll. He felt his eyebrows furrowed as he fought against the need to spill more chakra down to his fingers. His breathing was helping to steady him and soon he thought he had a good enough grip over the oil on his fingers.

With all the steps done in order to complete his task he let himself see if he succeeded. He placed his fingertips atop the scroll. He wasn’t sure how far he would get before the jutsu was lost on him, but he would do what he could for now. He began to move his fingers across the scroll the oil picking up on whatever was on the scroll and translating them to images. Sano’s mind seemed to fill with pictures of lettering as if someone where transmitting them directly to his brain. He marveled at it as he did his best to keep his concentration and keep moving his fingers.

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Sano’s hand continued its course along the scroll letters soaring into his head and then his mind deciphering them as words were filled out and then soon after whole sentences were being created. The experience was both fascinating and a bit unnerving. He had spent the first twelve years of his life learning to read one way and now he was suddenly doing it in a completely different manner. Though he still had not gone all that far into the contents of the scroll he had already gotten a very good idea on just what sort of jutsu he would be learning next. To say it would come in handy would be an understatement. He was sure that if his estimations were correct what he would learn could have an astounding effect on his future dealings with others. Perhaps it was allowing himself to follow that small train of thought or perhaps it was this unnerving sensation that he was not accustomed. Whatever the case was Sano suddenly found himself scrolling over parchment that revealed no words to him. His mouth made a grimace before he could his emotions and not let them get the better of him. Sano had doubted completely that he would be able to read the entire scroll on the first try. However, in his success it seemed that he had allowed himself to get overly confident. As a person who prided himself in his reasoning and logic it was an odd occurrence.

It was not really a big deal for the shinobi. Training was supposed to be filled with trials and tribulations. Sano believed that if he was ever going to be remotely ready for what he was going to experience on a mission these sorts of shortcomings would be good for him. A shinobi would need to be humble if he wished to survive. Underestimating your opponent could hold a far worse fate then overestimating them. Sano took an educated guess on where the words had stopped filtering into his head on the scroll. The gennin even went a few finger lengths beyond that so at worse he would start once more in a part he had already read. When he was sure he had come to just the right location he did his best to concentrate. He fell once more into the lesson his father had taught him. Every effort he made seem to drum up the words of his father into his mind as if his parental figure were narrating the actions he was performing. His breathing came out slow and steady calming every nerve and muscle in the athletic form that was his body. Sano did his best to shut out his hearing thus shutting out one more filter of senses that could potentially take away the concentration he was pouring into this one single task.

When he was sure that he had taken all the necessary steps to clear his mind he preceded with bringing out his chakra. He pictured the artwork that his teacher had shown him in the academy. He envisioned his stomach housing this fire that represented his chakra. He pictured it flowing forth from his body warming him as if he were standing near that flame instead of it being one with him. When Sano thought he could feel the chakra flowing up and through his system he began to redirect it as he was shown. He both mentally pictured and willed the chakra to move through the system of his arm and down to the fingers of the hand he had placed on the scroll. He narrowed that chakra fueling it to his fingers in an amount that filled his fingertips without overflowing them, like filling a cup just to the brim without spilling. Then Sano took note of the oils that gathered on his fingers like they did on any human being. He willed his chakra to work around the oil to grasp it like his own hand was grasping the scroll.

The gennin felt the oil join him. He didn’t feel it as if it had joined his body, but felt it become an extension of him like when flowing chakra through a weapon that could absorb such. When he was sure he had gained enough of a hold he then more firmly pressed his fingers where he was certain the lettering was. Words once more filled his mind no longer just slow letters appearing, but this time full words and much more quickly. The oils sent messages to his brain that recognized words that he had read immediately. He then pushed his hand down the scroll until he had reached new words and continued. Once more he continued devouring the images that appeared in his mind. Sano still had no clue how far he would get, but he read what he could with an almost unnatural need to complete this lesson and prove to himself he could do this.

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Sano’s hands translated words faster then a human could have done with languages. It was an amazing experience and Sano had to privately wonder if perhaps he would be able to read scrolls written in other languages in a similar manner. However, that was something to be explored at another time. Sano didn’t want to make the same mistake as he had done last time. This go around he was more prepared for the odd sensation that came over him from the words melding into his mind. Though there was still this sense of intrusion and a small need to shut down whatever was connecting him to the scroll and keep the words out it was much easier for him to fight it. Sano did his best to simply concentrate on keeping the jutsu active and reading every word he possibly could. If he was lucky he could finish the jutsu with this final moment. Sadly though it seemed the fates were not on Sano’s side for no sooner did he truly begin to delve within the pages that he felt himself disconnect. Words slipped from his mind like water that had found a faucet and washed away escaping him.

Sano silently cursed his ill fortune. He had been certain that he would have completed the scroll that time. However, his own frustration over the matter quickly passed. Through his other senses he could easily tell that he had already read much of the scroll. He could not exactly tell how many words were left since his “sight” was not that revealing, but he could indeed see that his hand had already moved past much of the scroll. Sano could not help, but feel hopeful that if he were able to perform the technique one last time that he would be able to read just enough to be done with the entire thing and learn its secrets. From what he had already read he had already figured out that his earlier suspicions had been confirmed. In his clan his father had spoken of an ability that would allow them to tell when one was lying. It was very helpful to the merchants when discerning just how accurate a price was especially when people had a tendency to exaggerate just how rare something was when the person buying was an outsider. However, there was still vital information that he had not gathered from the scroll yet. Without it Sano doubted that he could successfully perform the technique it described, even if he could it would take much longer attempting to figure out on his own.

His mind had been made up on just how far he would see this through since the day his father asked him if he wished to pursue the life of a shinobi. As far as trials went learning this particular ability wasn’t exactly taxing on him. It was true that having to repeatedly delve back in through the ability was frustrating, but Sano had heard stories of just how Mist shinobi had been trained long ago. Though Sano held no particularly close connection to any of his graduating class besides his long time friend Gaali, he was glad that they did not have to go through the same ceremony the Kirigakure ninjas of old performed. With that last gruesome thought Sano forced his mind to empty of all thought. No longer did he see the scroll through his other senses, but his hand felt it as it lightly hovered on where he had stopped. The chakra came forth from his body much more easily as if he had whispered it gentle encouragements and it had sprung for like a growing tree. The chakra branched out directed by his will and flowing down the arm that hovered an inch of the inscriptions on the scroll. When it had reached his had hit took further focus to have it branch once more this time into each one of his fingers. He pictured the chakra moving through him as he had seen in diagrams of the chakra circulatory system. When he envisioned the chakra reaching his fingertips he imaged the oil that clung to his skin. While keeping in mind that oil Sano willed the chakra to absorb it, to become one with it and cling to it.

Sano had made all the preparations now. He sat there over the scroll breathing in and out, a serene scene, and to any onlookers seeming to actually being reading the scroll. Of course if anyone saw his milky white eyes they certainly would be confused. His chakra properly channeled he placed his fingers atop the scroll. The second he brushed the words with his fingertips images appeared in his mind like a conjuring trick. He quickly made out where he had last lost his place and followed from there. His hand trailed down the rest of the scroll as if in a mad race to reach the end. Even with his hurried pace though he was in control. It was as if he had simply learned to speed read. He still understood everything, but he no longer fumbled over long words or attempted to grasp the meaning of things that had forced him to think of the meaning for a second. Perhaps in this attempt he would finally complete both his training in this aspect, but also be able to begin the new one that was inscribed in the scroll.

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