Watch Closely Now [TP]

[Runeska]

Battojutsu Stance
Rank: E Rank
Effect: Allows the use of Battojutsu forms
Special: None
Drawbacks: None
Description: The practitioner moves into a bow stance, their main hand gripping the hilt of the sword and their offhand resting half way down the sheath; they stand slightly crouched, able to easily move to a kneeling of standing position for their forms.
Restrictions: Must have a Senpai/Sensei of a Kenjutsu Dojo to learn.


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Who was he here as today? He didn't know. Was he Aclime, the kamyuja seeking redemption and repentence? Perhaps he was here today as Gekkido, the upstanding chuunin and anbu member of Kirigakure. It was funny how simply holding a blade in ones hands could draw out who they were on the inside. He glanced about dojo at his "peers." No one really seemed to know what they were doing it was a beginners session after all. Aclime, or perhaps Gekkido, had never stepped foot in the kirigakure dojo, so it was simply assumed.

Flashback___________

Age 8

"Assume the position. Training starts here." An unknown sensei would say to him. The year and date were fogotten, but it was his first lesson in formal swordplay.

Young Aclime followed the forms of everyone around him. His legs bowed slightly, putting him slightly between a kneel and a stand. Gathering his awkward young body, he fought his balance in what, at the time, felt like an awkward position. The sensei came around and pointed out the flaws in the stances the students were taking. For Aclime, it was his hands. Both were resting awkward close together. After brief further instruction, he corrected this rather quickly by sliding his left hand down further along the sheath till it rested about halfway. Tightening his right hand more, he felt it becoming firmer, until finally the form felt right


End Flashback____

Aclime assumed the battojutsu stance. His form bowed slightly, maintaining its flexiblity, right gripping the hilt of his sword. The left hand hung loosely near the middle of the sheath. He was ready to practice an art form not used for quite some time.

[← KIRA →]

+3

[Runeska]

3/5

The sensei was moving this lesson very slow. No doubt, there were plenty of students here who had never held a sword in their lives. That was not the case with Aclime. However, his familiarity here had caused his form slacken. Lack of attention caused him to seem as though he were slouching rather then ready and on watch. It took him a moment to realize this though, as his mind was wandering. Aclime quickly tightened his grip on his main hand more, giving it a firm secure hold. His left hand followed suit, loosing its slack in favor of sharp detail. At last, Sensei Tsunahara appeared ready to move forward. Just in time. It was hard simply standing here, when you'd already learned the lesson in the past. But then again, he was rusty. Perhaps he should play it calmly.

[I C H I R O™]

lul, Learned.

[Runeska]

Quick Strike Training (D, C, B)
Rank: D, C, B
Effect: D Rank - Improves strike speed and power marginally; C Rank - Improves strike speed and power slightly; B Rank - Improves strike speed and power moderately.
Special: None
Drawbacks: Cannot learn Reflex Training.
Description: The practitioner is put through a series of rigorous repetitive movements to improve their ability to strike effectively with their sword. As they develop their training, their speed and power slowly increase.
Restriction: Must have a Senpai/Sensei of a Kenjutsu Dojo to learn.

0/10

The lesson began moving along again now that it seemed that Sensei Tsunahara was ready. The brief minor adjustments were done and she began show how to draw the katana from its sheath. She did so rather slowly, removing the blade with a swift tug. Aclime watched closely, sizing up the difficulty of the task. It was rather simple really. It seemed as though all that was really required was to angle the risk in a way so that the draw of the sword seemed fast, and would get caught at an angle. Even still, he’d done this before… a long time ago. After a few moments of watching the sensei demonstrate, he started on his own.

He began very slowly applying force to his hand to remove the blade. It slid out of it’s protective skin rather quickly, though only in comparison to the new comers to kenjutsu. It was very amateur-esque and far below his natural capability. It felt odd, to say in the least, but was he really that out of practice? He held the sword in his hand balancing it a bit before he decided to resheath it and try again. His hand hung on, firmly gripping the handle of his katana. He knew he could do this. He just had to do it enough now to shake away the rust. A single breath was taken before he assumed the battojutsu stance drew his sword once more. The blade nicked and grazed the sides of the sheath near the exit as it moved out and slowed it down to an unacceptable speed. It seemed muscle memory required some kind of incentive…

Flashback


“Aclime, come now. Your father is quite the remarkable swordsman. You of all boys here should have a problem with simply drawing your sword. The lesson is over, and you’re currently last in the class.” the sensei paced around him twice before sighing. “Now, try again, and don’t stop till you’ve got it”

“Aye, yes sensei,” he replied curtly. No one else was around to see his clumsy hands fumble over the sheath as he proceeded to remove the blade from it. Then again, did it really make a difference? He’d already screwed up the whole lesson, so everyone knew his progress was at best, atrocious. The blade did move, but it never came out all the way. The motion was noticeably sluggish, lacking speed and acuity that even a beginner would have. He tried again, adjusting the angle of his arms a bit as the blade inched out. Still, it was slow, but it seemed to adjust itself just a little bit, enough to at least move out the sheath freely.

“That’s… a little better. Try focusing on using my power in your pull.”

The young boy moved again, shrugging off his own dissapointment and embarrasement in favor attempting to clean up his performance. Using the same angling he had a few seconds ago, he pulled on his sword’s handle, forcing it from his sheath as fast as he could. Once the tip of the blade reached the mouth of the sheath, it nicked the opened angled itself downward. Aclime’s inexperience created further flaws, as he attempted to bring his arm back when he felt the blade angle down. Instead, he overcompensated, causing the flat of the blade to crack into his Achilles’ tendon. Needless to say, it hurt, enough to cause him to stumble for a second.


His patience was wanning though, but he tried again. This time, the blade slid cleanly out without nicking the sides or… hitting him. It seemed about right. His head turned to his sensei. Though not impressed, there wasn’t a visible indication of dissapointment. However, he wasn’t told to stop, so he continued at it. Gradually, his speed picked up a little. Not enough to where it seemed extraordinary, but the tradition between unsheathing was smooth and easy. The only apparent drawback though, was his mind numbing boredom. Of course, that might change once things got moving.



End Flashback______


That was it. It was just too easy. Why had he even forgotten in the first place? It was as simple as riding a bike. Resheathing his blade, he looked around at the other students around him. Most of them were just beginning to get things going, but the sensei seemed patient enough. He gave it one more try before calling himself done with this part of the lesson. He squared his shoulders quickly to assume the battojutsu stance. He took a calm breath once, and just the same margin of time, drew his sword from the sheath as if he’d strike a target. There was a slight ring in the air, though he was sure that it wasn’t as fast as he could go. However, it would be more than enough to get through a beginner lesson.

[roko]

+10.

[Runeska]

Mae-zuki (Front Thrust)
Rank: D Rank
Effect: A weak (D Rank) strike a frontal attacker
Special: None
Drawback: None
Description: Commencing from a standing position, the practitioner draws and thrusts a frontal attacker then quickly sheathes
Restriction: Must have a Senpai/Sensei of a Kenjutsu Dojo to learn; must have Quick Strike Training (D) or Reflex Training (D Rank)


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“Very well. Now that it seems we’re all ready, let us continue.” Sensei Tsunahara at this time would creep into the battojutsu stance everyone had been taught just moments ago. Her form would be poised, frozen in place like a stature. Then in a simply clean movement, she would draw her katana, removing it from it’s sheath quickly. A single frontal thrust was made, not with ungodly speed or power behind, but enough to injure anyone if they took a direct blow with it. At the conclusion of the strike, she resheathed her blade so that it appeared as though she’d not yet moved. “Mae-zuki….begin”

Immediately, Aclime took to it, leaving no time to even thing about his own actions. It seemed like an amazingly simple enough actions. Leg’s arched, posture erect, and arms positioned into the battojutsu stance, his lunged upward into a standing position. At the peak of his rise, he removed his sword the sheath, gracefully arching his wrists so that none of his momentum was lost. The transition was clean and he trusted forward in one motion. Pausing for a brief moment, his wrist flicked back around angling the blade back toward the sheath. It was a pretty clean straight forward motion, till he was about actually resheath. Perhaps it too was due to being out of practice, but he nicked the side of the sheath and nearly missed the opening altogether.

However, the blade did manage to find its way back into the sheath. It made a grating sound from the friction of steel against leather coated steel, as his sheath was also metal. Not acceptable at all. As the blade traveled all the way back into the sheath, there was the a clicking sound. That would be tsuba hitting the sheath. He puffed his breath once disdainfully. Again, he crouched back into the battojutsu stance, flexing his right hand a bit before settling it upon the handle. Everyone else seemed to be having a much harder time, aside from maybe a handful of other students. He shrugged to himself and watched the other students for a moment. That’s when the eye of the sensei fell upon him. He didn’t wish to seem very slack.

He began again, before it seemed obvious that he was waiting. He took a single step forward, moving his legs from their bowed stance to a rising stand. The kamyuja’s hand would yank the handle, releasing the blade of his katanta like an arrow from bow. Needless to say, the strike forward flew straight and pierced through the air, leaving a slight whistle as said air parted before the steel. Without pause, his hand with angle backwards towards himself and the sheath, returning the blade like a boomerang. His hand pulled and shoved back, causing the katana to soundlessly slide back into it’s protective skin. At last, there was a clicking sound once again as the tsuba indicated that there was no more blade to push in.

He performed his task the same way, each time flawlessly, as such a task was very simple in its practice. The numbers quickly enumerated from five to ten, then to twenty. By that time, it appeared as though the rest of the students had learned how to perform the technique with a decent edge of efficiency. Sensei Tsunahara called everyone’s attention at that time and Aclime realize she was ready to move to a different technique. Perfect…

[✗ Kaeor ✗]

+10 | Learned.

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[Runeska]

Kesagiri (Diagonal Cut)
Rank: D Rank
Effect: A weak (D Rank) strike to an approaching attacker
Special: None
Drawbacks: None
Description: Commencing from a standing position, the practitioner draws and strikes an approaching attacker then quickly sheathes
Restriction: Must have a Senpai/Sensei of a Kenjutsu Dojo to learn; must have Quick Strike Training (D) or Reflex Training (D Rank)

0/10


Class yet again convened. Tsunahara sensei began as she had previously, her stance mirrored by nearly every student of the dojo. Aclime only watched, trying to see what was coming next. She took a single swift step forward, her body coming to stand just as he pulled her katana from sheath. The moment it was free of it’s captive container, her wrist would arch upward. The simple motion would create a swift silent stroke rising diagonally, about mid chest level, before arching the sword would angle down and to sheathe level again. From there, it was sheathed quickly, leaving her in her original position “Kesagiri,”


As before, the class was left to attempt the move on their own. It too was rather simple. As before, a number of students seemed to have no idea of what they were doing. Aclime on the other hand already analyzed the bases of the technique. All he had to do was maintain his stance and balance while striking, and then manage within the same movement to resheath his blade. He glanced about another moment to see where everyone else was. Some students were starting, while others were conversing with the instructor for pointers.

It was at that time when Aclime shut out everything around him to concentrate. His silver eyes closed for a brief, taking in a brief breath of air, then he started. From the battojutsu stance, Aclime rose to standing and drew his sword. As the blade began to fly free of the sheath, he quickly angled his wrist in a way that as his arm continued to extend outward, the blade would likewise move in that direction. The tip of the blade easily moved to the last bit of sheath. The motion was effortless in its simplicity. So simple was it that all he had to was lift the arm upward just a bit. That small minor adjustment in mid draw created the ideal perfect motion for his slash. It arched diagonal, slitting across what would be low to mid torso before rising to about neck level.

Finally, less than a second later, he proceeded to withdraw his motion, sheathing the blade back into his sheath. At least, that’s what he tried to do. Everything he tried doing at this moment had not been done properly for the span of three waking years, and at least a hundred or so sleeping years. Muscle memory on partially existed and it seemed these few years of free sword art had left his arms very unfamiliar with the art of resheathing. For that reason, the sheathing went awful after the strike. Yet his hands moved sure of themselves in confidence that even as he missed the sheath al together, his hand continued to move as if it had in fact succeded, causing the razor sharp edge of the blade to graze his hand holding the sheath. Through his quick reaction time though, he was able to move the hand within enough time to stop him from loosing it.


The indication he made that’d he’d even slipped up was a slight grunt. He could have yelled or screamed, but he was used to a fair share of pain and as such, didn’t openly display that pain around others. He merely resumed his stance again, took a breath, and continued. His step off forward was flawless, averting no momentum and maintaining control as his sword left the sheath, striking upward in a crescent motion. It cleaved the air, making a clean swish sound. As he began resheathing, he corrected arms angle a bit, which created the accurate and swift transition he intended to get the first time. The blade clicked into the sheath sliding back in quikly, where it eventually nicked the very back of the sheath. He stopped a glanced around to see where everyone else was at. They seemed to be moving on just a bit quicker than a moment ago. Or maybe he was taking longer?

[¤ Lady Raиu ¤]

+10+

.Learned.

[loyal]

[ swish ]

[+10.]

[Runeska]

Nibaigiri (Double Cut)
Rank: D Rank
Effect: Two weak (D Rank) strikes at a single opponent
Special: None
Drawbacks: None
Description: Commencing from a kneeling position, the practitioner rises and draws, making a rising strike on the draw and a dropping strike as he sheathes.
Restriction: Must have a Senpai/Sensei of a Kenjutsu Dojo to learn; must have Quick Strike Training (D) or Reflex Training (D Rank)



Urgh…it hurts… He said in his mind. Sensei Tsunahara began another move, nibaigiri. Aclime was familiar with it, as he mind had retained the memory of accomplishing this in past. He watched her again, seeing her form once again take the battojutsu stance. She quickly stepped forward and yanked on her katana. There was zero resistance as the she angled her arm and the blade came free. Her form, which had been kneeled, rose swiftly, making a single cutting motion during the rise. Her katana gracefully flew from the sheath, arching upward at the peak of her rise. From there, the same grace and agility would sweep the blade in a downward cutting stroke, arching the blade toward the sheath. In a motion just as swift as it began, it would end, the blade clicking back into the sheath.

This move, Aclime had quite a few memories of it…

Flashback________

Young Aclime stood quite stoice in the battojutsu stance. His arms were beginning to grow tired and sore, but his sensei was unrelenting. But it was time to try again. Quickly, he stepped forward, bring his body into a swift rising motion. As his body began to peak to it full size, his sword arm pulled the blade free of its sheath and began arching it upward in a slash. Once his full height was reached, the blade was brought down in a similar fluent motion. As much as wished be told he had performed the move right, it was not so. His sore arms reacted slow to each movement so that the two cuts were distinctly separate instead of one movement. His transition was off, enough that it ruined the move.

His sensei simply shook her head, informing him that he was wrong and would have to try again. So he mustered up his concentration to try it another time. His resumed his stance, kneeled slightly, though his entire form was trembling. He was near exhaustion. Another few minutes, and he might literally collapse. The only bright side to this was that through his sweat and eventual blood, he was at the very least learning . Aclime rose quickly, fighting for his own balance against his exhaustion. Durring the rise, his katana was drawn, making an arching slash upward which ceased as he reached his full height. There, he would attempt making the second strike. The blade was brought down quickly, turning so that the cutting edge remained downward as he attempted to resheath. It could perhaps be called luck, but as the blade came back down for it’s second strike, Aclime actually managed to get the blade into the sheath.

Having completed the move at least once, he turned back to his sensei, maintaining his pose, though so he dearly wanted to collaspe. The was no indication given that he could stop, meaning he had to continue doing this. Thus he did, a number of times more. Though each time was correct and suited the form, the power became more lacking, as he was tired, more so than a few minutes ago. Then he finally had to stop, though only because he’d reached muscle failure. He could litterally no longer move his arms. He was that tired, which wasn’t good. At least it would earn him a spare minutes rest.

___________End Flashback


Pain was always an easy reminder, but how did he stack up now? Taking the battojutsu stance again, Aclime knelt just a little lower than normally. On the rise, he launched forward, making a vertical slash. It was a precise clean motion, followed by an equally clean and swift second cut on the return swing. He then quickly sheathed his katana, loosign none of his momentum or balance. Eveything was as if he'd known the move his whole life. However, the small cut on his hand was begining to bleed more. He didn't bother to stop though. No pain no game, right? He'd wait until it was a roaring ocean of pain.

[¤ Lady Raиu ¤]

+10+

.Learned.

[Runeska]

Kage Bunshin no Jutsu (Shadow Clone Jutsu)
Rank: B
Skill: Ninjutsu
Effect: The Kage Bushin no Jutsu (Shadow Clone Jutsu) is a increased and stronger form of the Regular Bushin jutsu which is a meer Genjutsu. Kage Bushin allows the clones to actually inflict damage upon the opponent, They can even use jutsu for they carry their own chakra circulatory system making it even impossible for the Hyuuga clan members to tell them apart from the original. Each clone that the user makes divides his.her chakra up evenly between them making ten clones means each clone has one tenth the original users chakra supply. The clones are real enough they even bleed when cut but when inflicted with enough damage the clone disappears.
Special: A special Handsign where the user crosses the two first fingers of each hand making a cross.
Drawback: The average user can only make about 5 clones. Excessive use of the Clone jutsu can leave the use extremely low on chakra. When the clones are destroyed the user does not get a return in charka.
Description: The Kage Bushin is an Exact Replica of the user and can not in anyway be proven to be a copy not even by the most elite of jutsu. Unless taken to the test and actually harmed.
Limit: Must be an ANBU. Must be Chuunin in order to get this technique. Kage only is capable of allowing someone to learn.


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Aclime was whisked away from the dojo by a dark figure. He was about to attack, until he realized it was his anbu mentor to show him the ropes of anbu. The two quickly left for an designate anbu training facility where the training could go un interupsted. It was weired to begin training all of a sudden, but he didn’t want to go without such vital knowledge. The anbu member performed a single hand seal, though the hand seal he performed was unique and different from any Aclime had used thus far. A second later, a poof of smoke would appear. As it cleared, a figure appeared in its place. The silhouette was vague and unclear initially, but when the smoke was at last gone, he realized something surprising. There was a clone… or rather a copy of the anbu before him. He observed it, and found it such a perfect image that it may have been an illusion. Just by looking at it, he could tell that this was no mere elemental. It’s form was too solid and together. This was most strange.


A few seconds later, the technique would be revealed to him as the infamous shadow clone technique. The anbu explained it as a high level technique generally forbidden to non chuunin anbu to possess. The reason why, as he explained, was that the technique used such a high strain of chakra tat it could kill a lesser nin. He then stopped to show the seal to Aclime. He inspected it, then put both hands together. Watching the anbu member carefully, he slipped his index and middle fingers of both hands into a cross shape. The anbu simply stepped off at that point and allowed Aclime to experiemtn on his own. Both of him watch, the shadow clone and the real person, whichever was which. Immediately, Aclime began to focus his chakra through these to hand seals.


The response was slow, so much that initially, it seemed as though nothing had happened. But it was just a new experience for the kamyuja. Soon enough, he’d feel chakra beginning to flow through his body. It was attempting to pool itself up and so effort was making the chakra swish and swirl on the insdie of his body. But just where would the chakra go? How would he form the clone? More importantly, was there more to this jutsu than it initially appeared? He’d not thought to ask before attempting to, but something strange happened soon enough. There began to form a whirl wind around him. It began pushing away from his body and soon enough became visible. It was a most amazing visual to see, but was this supposed to happen?

No, he was failing quite horribly. Al he was doing right now was wasting chakra, and in excess. The visual around himself was distracting even him from his work, and as his concentration waned more, the chakra fled his tenketsu dangerously fast. It wasn’t until his arm began to waver in weakness when he thought to stop. By that time, he was already dizzy, woozy from dropping so much chakra at a time. Yet even with this, he’d gained nothing. What was the deal? Perhaps he should stop to gain more intel on the technique he was attempting.


Initial attemp, failure___

[Runeska]

?/60

Aclime stopped and took a breath, as he’d been left as if the wind had been knocked from him, panting just a bit. “So tell me then… what is the secret to this move. Or… do you plan for me to exert all my chakra just to die of exhaustion?” It was a valid question. In his years before the present, if a student lacked the sense to find out what he was doing, then he deserved not to reap the success of his actions. It was an attempt at weeding out the weak, and he’d seen plenty die in such a fashion.

“Now we’re getting somewhere. I’ll explain the move in full as you continue to train it, but it is an exact biological copy of yourself. All the way down to the chakra network. The thing is, it takes half of your chkara to perform this technique. So for now, work with that…”

Aclime pondered on those words, nodding as he began to form that single seals again. His hands would come together for the second time as he began channeling chakra a second time. The auspicious cross centered his concentration and began molding his chakra, moving it though out his body with renewed concentration. However, at the same time, he knew that to continue on in such a manner with nothing in mind would create the same affect he’d had previously, He had to get to work, and fast.


He had to try and visualize what he was making. It wasn’t a simply elemental cone, or an illusion. He was creating a second manifestation of himself… A person from chakra? That would be hard, but obviously not impossible. As he began to intensify his chakra control, he could feel it pouring through his tenketsu leaving his body. Inwardly, his mind began to race. Numerous words all fierce and better left unspoken flew through his head. His actions couldn’t dawdle or it would cost him. It took the anbu’s words into consideration and started to imagine his own image appearing next to him.

The chakra would continue to leave his body, but with a focus, it would at least by this time begin to gather beside him. Something went awfully wrong though. As he began to gather the chakra beside him into a single spot, it felt as if his chakra nearly fled from his body exponentially faster by the second. Suddenly, he felt weak, very weak…

An image slowly began to from next to him. This one was humanoid shaped, obviously a clone… vastly disfigured. It looked more like a simple rag doll, or perhaps a mangled corpse. He tired to visual a chakra system inside the figure, but there was none. But just how much of his chakra had actually went towards the technique. Nearly none, it appeared. Even as he looked at it, the body beside him was phantasmal in its creation. It barely had a physical form. He reached over to touch the creature just to be sure. In response, there was a painful mewling sound, like a death shriek, then it poofed. As it did, he felt a vast amount of chakra loosely disperse. It was his chakra, lost of it. Perhaps even more than he intended to use. The anbu beside glanced at him, only mildly intrigued. But he felt weak, almost… almost as if he might pass out…

Attempt 2- Needs work…

[I C H I R O™]

+20

[Runeska]

20/60


“Now now,” a voice said near him. The booming thud in his eardrums belonged to none other than the anbu. “I don’t believe you are done yet. I’m going to push you until you crack young one. You may have made the cut for anbu, but now the real work begins. If it breaks you, then you weren’t meant for the cut. RISE!”


This voice echoing through his quickly fading mind had made the decision already. If he stopped, here and now he might get kicked out of the division. He’d be damned… again, before that happened. “You don’t need to say that more than once. This… it is… nothing” His limbs were already tired though, but he was not ready to give up. Rising back to his feet, he put both hands together in the desired cross pattern. He thought for a moment before began to do anyting. He visualized what he was going for, himself in physical form. He stood and thought about everyone bone and organ in his body, though not because there was nothing else to do, but because he was really tired.

Finally, he felt his legs stop wobbling. He thought it safe to begin this time. So with his hands still held in position, he began to concentrate. His eyes plastered shut as he tried to shut out every distraction around him. Everything had become still and silent. He’d found focus. Now that he had obtained it, he began gathering the chakra. The vast amount of this control worked towards this and pushed the chakra towards his side, where he wished to materialized his clone. But it required an ungodly amount of concentration, such that the process was slow, a whole minute passing before anything began to happen.


The reaction came up very quickly though. His body would glow and blaze a light gray from his chakra as it swirled about him. Another few seconds, his own individual glow faded and a whirlwind of chakra appeared next to him. More and more violently it spun every passing second. His arms began to quake, chakra once more leaving him at a violent pace. The space in the room next him began to transfigure and darken, a figure slowly materializing in its place. As this started though, Aclime’s vision began to blur and darken again. Whatever was happening was doing so much slow than the pace of his chakra draining. What would happen. Would he even see what was happening?


Suddenly, the chakra stopped channeling. He could feel it. An explosion of smoke boomed next him and something formed in its place. The figure was more or less of himself, though with vastly exaggerated facial expressions and body shapes. Everything was sharp and edgy, as if drawn roughly on a piece of sketch paper by pencil. When the smoke cleared, it would be revealed the figure was wearing the same clothes as Aclime, skin figured properly in the right, even his hair and such appeared properly pigmented. However, there was still something ethereal and phantasmal about it, as the figure only existed in form and had no sustenance.


The anbu member turned to him as if to say nice try, or some other form of compliment to his efforts, but the drain of charka was too much. His mind immediately blacked out and shut down. Body collapsed on the floor of the facility. Immediately, everything about him cut and went to hibernate, a failsafe to protect him from dying over too much chakra being used.

[goliath764]

+10

[Runeska]

30/60

He awoke an unknown amount of time later feeling woozy, sore, but refreshed at the same time. It took a moment for him to come to, and longer for his body to respond properly. However, his senses quickly snapped back to, sound quickly restoring itself to him. Gradually, he found the strange to rise and shook the grogginess out of his head. When he turned to the side, he found the chuunin conversing with his creation. The he couldn’t tell what was going on, but it seemed like a serious discusion.

“Ah, you’re up now. So yeah, this is trash. This clone is useless. It hasn’t got a chakra system, and half it’s organs are in the wrong place. It’s shear miracle it hasn’t destroyed itself yet.

Aclime took his own look at his creation. It seemed he was right. The shadow clone appeared to be having difficultly breathing. Many of the bones it it seamed oddly displaced, and it looked like it was in a lot of pain. Suddenly, it dispersed itself, a cloud of smoke appearing its place as the chakra seemed the flee. Immediately, Aclime felt pain, so much pain. His ribs felt as if they were collapsed, heart aching, and lungs even punctured. “What… is this… feeling!” he exclaimed.

“Ah, now we have something interesting. You see, everything your clone experiences, you feel, just the moment it disperses. You get all it’s memories as well” Just as he mentioned, the pain faded and became something more so stuck in his mind. That didn’t change the fact that it hurt… a lot. However, this seemed very interesting.

“So then, how many of these things can I make?” he questioned the anbu. He decided to begin again while he waited on an answer. He’d recover his footing quickly, putting his feet about shoulder length apart and once again bracing them tightly in place. Both his hands came together to form the cross seal exclusive to this branch of techniques, and once again, everything started. His charka system would converge upon itself, actively pulling chakra into the center of his body. Focusing heavily, he’d begin focus on is tasks, visualizing every part of his own make up.

He started with his skeletal structure, visualizing it as his own chakra began to amass and swirl within him. Next, he focused on his organs making sure to visualize the individual structures and giving care to place them within the proper areas of his body. Once he thought he’d done that much right, he went to work on the muscles and tendons within his body, lining them properly along his bones. The whole process took a number of seconds, adding up to approximately 150. Yet, he still wasn’t done. There was the chakra system. If he created a clone without that, it wouldn’t actually last very long. This was the hardest part to visualize though, cause he hardly, if ever, saw what a charka system looked like..

As he began to focus more, the chakra he was channeling intensified and swirled away from his body. The whole mass of it began to compile next to him, creating a visibly whirlwind of chakra. The anbu standing apart from said “I’ll tell you how many you can make after you make one successfully. Why don’t we start with that?” Just as he spoke, a form began to materialize, accompanied by a puff of smoke. The air that had been swirling vacuumed into the area of the smoke than took a humanoid form. But what would be revealed in it’s wake?

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At last, the smoke cleared away. Just as it had Aclime’s chakra ceased to flow about him and settled down. He felt drain and fatigue almost instantly. Had he succeeded? He knew he must have used a lot of chakra. Was it the indication of success, or another failure? He looked to his left, and standing beside him, was humaniod shape. The smoke finally died away, to reveal… a mirror image of himself. Visibly, it was identical to him in every such way possible. In fact, had he not been the original, he’d not known himself that it was a shadow clone. Turning toward the man beside him, he said, “How’s that?”


“Disperse him and start over. Your not ready yet. It took too long.” His reply was curt, as if he was loosing patience, but what exactly did he expect? Aclime still had no idea what he was shooting towards. “And your about to collapse,” he added another moment later.

He complied quickly, dispersing the clone as if were really a failure. Again, he’d start, pooling the chakra in the center of his being. Having completed one shadow clone, the process appeared a lot easier than previously. The visualizing process took only about a minute, in comparison to the five it took moments ago. He was nearly finished with the visualizing process when his chakra began to swirl around inside him. The hand seal stayed steady in a cross shape, molding the chakra as it began to seep out of him. His arms and legs began to feel lead like and rubbery at the same time.


Another minute passed agonizingly slow as his chakra blew outward from his body in a whirldwind, creating a cloud of smoke next to him. A shape quickly expanded out from the cloud as it began to expand outward. When the smoke disappeared, it was another perfect image that stood in it’s place. He still wasn’t quite sure if everything was working properly though. He dicided to test it by staging an assault against the shadow clone. If it did have all his memories and abilities, then it would be able to predict his movements with relative ease.


His body slumped forward, just a bit groggy from the chakra loss. He still wasn’t very used to it yet, and his movements would be sluggish for at least a moment. He took that time catch his breath and think away his weariness. Suddenly, he lunged at the shadow clone, throwing a barrages of punches at it. His only intent was to test its reflexes and mind, see if it had his own abilities and such. The results were a bit shocking. The clone immediately caught both fist and through a swift kick to his own chest. Aclime had in fact not expected such a swift reaction, and his reflexes were too slow to catch the counter attack.


His fatigue caught up to him though, and stopped and didn’t bother recovering. “Alright, how much more do I have to do?” He was expecting himself to be just about done with the technique.

“So much more…. You’re still slow” He stepped toward the shadow clone who flexed its hand a bit and said, “And now here’s the kicker… you have to create five of them. Now, begin again.”