Life in Monochrome (training, travel, private)

[The Irredeemable ZaG]

(or: happiness of the Minamiyori)


Ouda stepped out of the gate and found himself once again in the grey lit glades of rain country. With tired eyes he surveyed the dirt road ahead of him, leading him away from armature, away from the only place he'd ever known as his home.

For a moment, all he did was stand, becoming more and more drenched in the rain as if he savoured the weather and wished he could take it with him, he would if he could. Finally Ouda sighed and at last put one foot forward, by this time his white clean shirt had been soaked through and it clung to the black undershirt beneath it like a skin. He'd only been standing around for the better part of ten minutes but he looked like he'd just crawled up out of a lake.

Choosing not to use an umbrella just yet Ouda followed the first road he found across the soaked countryside. Decidedly he wandered in a different direction than he had before, heading out west to whichever country his bearing would leave him in. Ouda knew that like the other times he'd end up missing this country and his village, but he had a much starved wanderlust and now seemed as good a time as any to sate it.

It took the better part of a day for the gennin to reach the border, after leaving in the crisp air of the morning by the time it was by mid afternoon that Ouda noticed a change in the landscape and weather. The dark clouds seemed to become less of themselves the further west he headed and shafts of sunlight which managed to cut through the oppressive overcast shone onto a landscape that was steadily becoming more and more a series of inclines and declines. By the end of the day Ouda was both in a new country and had one hell of a bad cold.

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Ouda sneezed hard, he lamented not using an umbrella at the start of his trip. He'd been in the land of earth for a whole day now but he still had no clue about it, he'd decidingly choose to avoid looking at his world map to find out where he ended up.

Standing at the crest of a tree topped hill he had a good look at about. He hadn't quite gotten used to this countries amount of sunlight yet so he was pretty much squinting half the time to see around him. The elevated position allowed him to view around him the scenary made up off a vast sea of rolling hills nearby. Past these he could just make out the outline of a mountain range half hidden behind fog.

The rain ninja had never really seen a proper mountain before, let alone ever had the chance to climb one. Ouda looked down at his clothes, they were still partly damp from yesterdays march out of rain country. He was'nt excatly set for a mountain climb, but then again he figured he might never get another chance to try it.

And with that, ignoring the fact that he had'nt eaten anything or changed his clothes since he headed off from amegakure, Ouda began trekking down the hill and started off towards the far off mountain.

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Suiton – Baku Suishouha (Water Collision Waves)
Rank: "B" Rank
Skill: NinJutsu
Effect: A technique that allows the user to form or create a mass amount of water, or use a mass amount of water in a wave like form.
Special: Handseals
Drawback: ---
Description: This is a Ninjutsu technique utilizing the Water Element. After forming the needed handseals, water is expelled from the gullet. This will then expand into a large volume of water that can be controlled and ridden like a wave.The user must be above the water in a wave like formation so then the user has the capability of riding the wave. The amount of water is not grand to where it can take out a village, but the amount of water is indeed capable of blocking off a approximatly four houses.
Limit: Water Release

[flashback]

3 years ago, back in amegakure

Ouda was left alone to himself in the training room, the only evidence that his teacher had even been here was a hastily scribbled on post note stuck to a large scroll in the table, illegibly telling the student that he was to start learning something called "Baku Suishouha" untill his teacher arrived. This was typical of Kenuichis lazy style of tuition.

Ouda had looked through the scroll and found the technique and after despairing when he realised it a was bloody B-rank and that this was probobly going to take forever to get through he started reading through it's description. He figured he should start with the most pasic part first, actually making the water first. Keeping the handseals in mind Ouda walked into the middle of the training room, bringing over a bucket with him as well. He stood hanging over the bucket, ambitiously thinking he'd need it right away.

He went through the series of handseals and concentrated his chakra into his throat. He imagined binding it to the water inside him and gradually he started to feel a small lump grow in his throat, it did'nt last long though since a second later he was choking. Sputtering, he forgot about the jutsu and realised he just drowned a little bit. Ouda doubled over and coughed up all the water he had caught in his throat into the bucket, suffice to say it was a dissapointingly small amount, only a small little stream of water fell down into the bucket. it was barely enough to cover the entire bottom of the bucket.

With nothing better to do but try again, several minutes later Ouda reset for another go. Certain his lungs were no longer water logged he remade the handseals and prepared his chakra. Once that jutsu was cast he again focused his chakra into the back of his throat and concentrated on binding it into water. Gradually he felt the build up begin, a mass of liquid coming into existance just behind his tongue, it was'nt a comfortable feeling. After about ten seconds he suddenly felt like he was gagging, immediatly he opened his mouth and released whatever water was inside. This time it even made an audible splash, he'd made at least twice as much as before.

Progress was slow, but at least it was being made. Ouda had left the room for a few minutes to get a bottle of water, hoping that after drinking it he'll be more hydrated and have an easier time starting this jutsu. When he'd drained the last dregs of water he returned to his spot infront of the bucket and started the series of handseals. With his chakra moulded he once again went through to process of binding it into water in his mouth. He felt the mass of water grow and grow, Ouda had to try and resist the natural urge to just spit it all out. After ten seconds he had to hold his breath to keep his concentration. Once the twenty second time was reached he felt ready to burst, all at once he opened his mouth and let the water slosh out onto the bucket at his feet. While he gasped to get some of his breath bake Ouda checked how much he'd made so far. From where he was it looked like he'd filled it up about five centimeters, he was terrified to think of what it would be like when doing the jutsu properly.

Ouda emptied the bucket out the training room window, he wanted a clean way to measure his progress after his next attempt. Replacing the metal bucket and beginning the set of handseals he started the jutsu. In moments he was once again going through the similer sensation that he was seconds away from either drowning again or accidentaly setting off his gag reflex as the water in his throat grew larger and larger, eventually getting large enough to stop Ouda from breathing even through his nose. He kept the jutsu going for about half a minute, which was about how long it took for him to feel like he really was going to be sick. When he could'nt handle any more of it he knelt over and let the water slide out his mouth and into the bucket. After spending a few moments regaining his breath and restoring his stomach to a resting state he peeked into the bucket to see how full it was, turns out it was still mostly empty having been filled only about ten centimeters or so. Ouda sighed, he always hated training B-rank techniques, they usually try to kill him.

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Ouda wiped the tricking water from his mouth, wondering why no one could come up with a jutsu that isn't humiliating to learn. Suddenly he heard a noise at the door, Ouda snapped his head to watch it open. Ungraciously, kenuichi stepped into the room with one hand on his head and the other clutching his umbrella, using it as an impromptu walking stick 'Sir! are you ok?' asked Ouda, it looked like his teacher had gotten the bugger kicked out of him.
'No I'm just f**king hungover.' Replied the old ex ANBU 'so I'd like you to just shut up and practice..... whatever it is, something about water' Kenuichi hobbled his way over to a chair by the training rooms wall and pretty much fell onto it.
The first time this happened Ouda was shocked, but since this was the fifth time it was starting to get routine 'Yes sir.' he sighed then returned to focusing on training.

Ouda looked down at the mostly empty bucket and began the series of handseals. Once the seals were completed and his chakra was molded Ouda once again concentrated on binding his chakra to water and storing it in the back of his throat. Gradually he felt the almost sickening lump grow within neck, his face twisted from the sensation. He tried to hold out longer than before, let the mass of water grow more than before, although naturally this had a huge drawback. As Ouda held down both his breath and his stomach he struggled through the discomfort, but the half minute mark was just too much for him to handle.

At once Ouda bent down and expelled all the water out of his mouth, sending it down splashing into the bucket. Doubled over, Ouda gasped to regain his breath, suddenly he was knocked over and toppled into a heap sideways. Ouda sat up, wincing when a twinge of pain shot through his shoulder, beside him he saw a bent umbrella 'Idiot.' shouted Kenuichi, it seemed he was sober enough to throw his umbrella all the way from where he was sitting 'if you hold it in all you'll end up doing is drowning yourself, you let it out the moment you make it so then it's like a constant stream.'
Ouda lay there for a second and realized how much sense it made 'Ah.... yeah, thanks sir.' he said as he got back up and onto his feet.

Ignoring the soreness in his left shoulder Ouda prepared to have a go at doing this jutsu the right way. His hands performed the seals and he held his head directly above the bucket. Then, once his chakra had been molded and the jutsu cast he focused on the task at hand. Chakra began to gather up the back of his throat and was bound into water and immediately fell down his open mouth and into the bucket, to a casual onlooker this would be a disgusting sight, in fact even to someone who knew what was going on would still be a little ill from it. A steady stream of water poured from Oudas mouth and into the bucket, as if someone had made a ninja sized tap, gradually it filled up more and more and in after just about a minute the bucket was overflowing.

Ouda ended the jutsu before he ended up making a huge spill on the floor, the bucket was already about half fill thanks to his earlier tries so then it would have taken him two minutes to actually fill the damn thing. Ouda looked over to his teacher hoping he could receive some insight or help, instead he saw the geezer slumped back in the chair and totally asleep. Ouda groaned at this sight then picked up the bucket to go and empty it, he might as well just keep going by himself for a while. Once the bucket was empty Ouda reset the training, this time though he took down a clock from the wall and placed it on the other side of the bucket so he could better time himself. He remade the seals and began converting his chakra to water once again, a stream of water started to pour out of Oudas gullet and splashed into the metal bucket. The student kept his eyes both on the clock and the water level in the bucket, darting his gaze back and forth between them.

Progress was slow, even though Ouda was trying to concentrate more and more chakra into this technique it still filled the bucket only slowly. Just after forty seconds he'd only then reach the half way mark. Not only was this jutsu humiliating to train but it was turning out to actually be difficult, the student just hoped once this was over it would actually be useful. He pressed onwards, and even though he did manage to build his speed up it still took him about a minute just to fill the damn bucket. Ouda groaned and begrudgingly lifted to empty it once more, he shot a glance at his teacher and saw that Kenuichi was actually awake again 'Just keep trying.' he said 'a couple more tries and you'll build up the right speed, then we can go on to the next thing.'
'Great.' sighed Ouda 'can't bloody wait.'

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Ouda placed the bucket at his feet and his hands began the series of seals for his jutsu, his face set in both annoyance and displeasure at the thought about this jutsus effect. All to soon the seals were made and his chakra was correctly molded for the technique. He focused his chakra to the back of his throat, held his head above the bucket and began the jutsu. For a second only a light sprinkle fell, but soon it rushed out like a tap of full, pounding onto the metal with a loud roar that was barely muffled by the training room carpet. The water rushed out with such speed that the entire bucket managed to be filled in just under a minute, and as Ouda stood over the bucket, trying to regain his breath, Kenuichi finally stood up from his chair (which much moaning and curses albeit) 'Right then.' he said 'you're getting a bit better now, so i'll show you how to learn the rest.'

The advice Ouda recieved was'nt quite as helpful as advice usually should be. It turned out all kenuichi just wanted to tell him was where he could go and find a trough to fill instead or a bucket. After half an hour of going out to get said trough, dragging it up a flight of stairs then shoving it through the door to the training room Ouda had reached a new level of contempt for this jutsu. Once Ouda had pushed the three meter long trench of metal finally all the way into the room he was'nt surprised to see his teacher slumped into his seat and again snoozing through the lesson, how this guy became ANBU was beyond Oudas imagination.

Regardless of his teachers lack of enthusiasm, Ouda moved to one end of the trough and prepared the handseals. The tray of metal was just about 50cm deep, so altogether it was alot bigger than just a bucket. The technique began and Ouda started the conversion of chakra into water, spraying it all into the long trough. Gradually the container began to fill, but the difference in scale was very obvious, by the first minute mark he'd only filled it just about halfway and Ouda was focusing so hard he was leaning on the troughs edge to hold himself up. He only managed to keep going for another half minute before he gave up on the jutsu, by then it was just above the forty centimeter line.

Ouda finished his second bottle of water, he practically inhaled the drink, his theory was that he'd become dehydrated tor something like that and it was buggering the jutsu. Tossing aside the empty bottle into the waste bin the student got back up onto his feet and approached his little training spot. After concentrating his chakra and remaking the handseals Ouda resumed the jutsu and began filling the already emptied trough. Initially it seemed draining those two bottles of water helped because the jutsu was working better than before, and that combined with what Ouda considered a B-ranks worth of chakra meant that he was filling the container easily. At the first half minute the tray was already more than half full, overall it took just about fifty something seconds to fill the whole thing.

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Ouda finished his five minute break, he'd used the time to recover some chakra and have a drink of water from the tap (he was apprehensive about drinking the water made from the jutsu, especially considering the source. The student made his way to the end of the trough and performed the series of needed seals. He was determined to beat his last time. Moments later his chakra was molded and the jutsu was cast and Ouda began gushing out a stream of water down into the metal trough and sprayed across it's surface like a hose. Only a few seconds had passed and already a growing layer of water had filled the length of the tray.

Second after second Ouda changed his chakra into more water and was almost explosively directing it straight down into the trough, he'd closed his eyes from the concentration he needed while also desperately tried to ignore the need to use a bathroom. The trough was definitely filling faster than any other attempt, just after the first ten seconds the water level was pretty much already past halfway and still climbing. Slowly, time passed for Ouda and he continued on with the jutsu diligently, releasing a massive amount of water. The discomfort to Ouda was growing if not as fast then definitely faster than the water level was.

By the time Ouda had been doing the water collision jutsu for about half a minute the water was just mere centimeters away from the very top of the tray, not that Ouda knew this of course since he'd still kept his eyes shut for almost the entire time, all he knew was that he had to keep the jutsu going and all he could hear was the sound of a powerful force of water plunging into even more water, and the desire to visit the boys room was getting worse and worse because of it. So preoccupied was he with performing the jutsu itself he never noticed when, at the forty second mark, the water actually started to overflow from the sides of the tray start puddling around on the carpet.

The carpet around the spilling metal tray was gradually being consumed by a pool of water, continually being fed by an oblivious Oudas jutsu. The student just stood there, eyes screwed shut and with his mouth wide open and spewing a violent stream of water downwards into a metal tray that was beginning to strain from the pressure. The pooling mass of water underneath the tray started to spread out and thicken, soon it was lapping at Oudas boots. Ouda managed to keep the jutsu going for another half a minute, granted he did realize it was taking a while, but staying focused on the jutsu was the only thing stopping him from thinking about using the gents so his sense of time was somewhat eschew. But then suddenly Ouda felt a weird wet coldness in his boots, his eyes opened and before him he saw the trough and the mass of water spilling over its sides and onto the training room floor. Immediately he ended the jutsu but by then the entire place had a thin layer of water on it, Ouda glanced over to his teacher then sighed in relief when he saw that Kenuichi was still asleep, no way did he want to get shouted at for this.

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Ouda left the door open and using a broom managed to get rid of most of the water, however the carpet was already so damp denying the overflow of water was pointless. Regardless though Ouda could still continue training, and now it seemed like Ouda had a much better grasp on the technique than before.

Ignoring the squelch sound that came from the soaked floor as he walked, Ouda came to stand once again at the end of the long tray. With an audible groan, brought on by the sheer repetitiveness of this training, Ouda brought this hands together to form the handseals and started concentrating his chakra for the jutsu. In moments he was ready to begin and bent over to begin, water started to rush out of Oudas mouth with an intensity so far unseen. With a crash the mass of water hit the metal tray and sprayed across it from end to end. By the time the first few seconds had passed the trough was more than a third of the way full, water gushing across the container growing larger with every passing moment.

In less than twenty second, Ouda had used the jutsu to not only fill the trough but it was starting to overflow again. Continuing with the jutsu Ouda darted his grey eyes to the side to see if his teacher was awake, the quick glance showed him that kenuichi was still in the middle of his hungover snooze, considering this Ouda reckoned he might as well try filling the room until he wakes up the lazy ex ANBU that was supposed to be helping him. And so Ouda continued the jutsu even when the sides of the tray started to become slick and water started to pool around its legs. Water seemed to endlessly pour out of the ninjas gullet and with each second the training rooms floor would become a bit more covered by the massive puddle.

By the first minute mark Ouda was up to his ankles in the jutsus water. Granted most of it was spilling under the door the sheer volume created by the technique was keeping it at a stable level, infact more than that since it was still slowly climbing. Ouda once again glanced with his eyes to see if he'd managed to stir his teacher to wake up. He saw that both of Kenuichis feet were submerged, but the old ex ANBU hadn't noticed at all. Ouda frowned and ended the jutsu, greatly relieved he no longer had to keep his mouth open for so long. The student walked over to where his teacher was sitting, his feet making loud splashes with each step, and when Ouda reached him he clapped both his hands together right next to his teachers ears. This barely had any effect as Kenuichi lazily opened one eye, pointed upwards and said 'Go practice on the roof.'

Ouda stood there for a while, expecting to hear his teacher say at least a second sentence, but after waiting half a minute in wet shoes he'd had enough. Ouda opened the door and made his way to the stairs all the way up to the roof.

Ouda stumbled out of the roof access corridor, he'd just spent about half an hour climbing an uncountable amount of stairs and was bloody spent because of it. Before him was the half lit roof to one of the many towers of amegakure, the lone roof light illuminated the rain slicked space with streaks of grimy colour. It made the old waterlogged training room look ten times better. After catching his breath in the doorway Ouda stepped out into the rain, it wasn't that bad today but it was still enough to make him soaked in seconds. He stepped into the middle of the roof and started making the handseals, Ouda guessed it would be alright to practice the jutsu here since no one would be able to tell the water was from the technique and not the rain. Once his chakra was molded Ouda began pouring out water at a fantastic rate, it sprayed against the roofs concrete surface and would immediately start moving towards one of the many drains around its edge. Ouda decided this time he'd have a go at actually making the wave part of the jutsu (but I'll leave it for the next post).

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The water under Oudas feet grew more and more ferocious as it was intensified into the beginning of a wave. An almost solid mass of water pounded right infront of the student, it's excess spread out across the tower roof and over the side sending arcs of water down to earth. Ouda entire legs were enveloped in the pulsating water object, the chakra rich liquid was beginning to pull the shinobi student up more and more. All Ouda could see was a birds eye view of a massive gout of water spewing from his mouth and all he could hear was it's immense roar from it rushing down onto the hard roofs surface. Ouda pushed the jutsu to keep going, to grant him some meager lift off the ground like it should. Seconds ticked by and liter after liter was spilled from Ouda but still he couldn't muster the pressure to gain enough force, but still he persisted in it.

Suddenly, Ouda felt his balance be disturbed. Briefly he wobbled on the spot as he felt one of his feet get pulled up off the ground with a jerk. He steadied his body and tried to compensate for the tilt. Concentrating on the chakra within the speeding water he focused on getting it under his other foot, soon he felt another sudden motion and his body was tipped in the other direction. He was now about a couple of centimeters off the ground, although one foot was much higher than the other. He kept going with using the chakra still rather raw in the water and made his lower foot rise just a little higher. Slowly Ouda body started to straighten itself so he was once again perpendicular to the ground. It took a while, and a bit more error correction, but Ouda managed to get himself a perfect ten centimeters off the ground.

Now that he was actually able to push himself up using the jutsu, it was time to experiment on how high he could go. By now Ouda had been performing the jutsu for a couple of minutes, and his chakra was beginning to show signs of it ebbing, but he figured it would be nothing worse than a good ten minutes worth of a rest wouldn't right for another go. The ever charging water underneath Oudas feet was bound by the chakra within to start pushing the student upwards, at the moment he was actually still waist deep in it. Slowly Ouda felt the pressure beneath his feet increase and push his body upwards closer to the surface. Soon he was about twenty centimeters up off the ground, and only up to his thighs in water, but he was too bloody exhausted to keep the jutsu going any longer. All at once he just ended the technique and immediately crashed into the ground.

After a good ten minute break spent in the stair corridor to the roof out of the rain, Ouda had enough chakra to start the training again (it was also long enough for his legs to stop hurting after the crash at the end of his last try). He stepped back out onto the slippery, half lit rooftop and prepared the needed handseals. In a moment his chakra was molded and he resumed gushing out ridiculous amounts of water practically right onto his feet. It took just seconds to build up enough water to start a wave going, and almost immediately Ouda felt himself get carried up off the ground. The rest had done him some good, because the rate of progress for this attempt was much better than his last. In what seemed like just an instant he'd managed to rise up thirty centimeters off the ground. Ouda ignored the slightly disorienting sight of watching the ground escape him and instead continued in rising higher. In no time at all Ouda had managed to get everything above his knees up and out of the water.

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Like a broken hydrant Ouda unleashed a torrent of water from his mouth, but he was straining to keep the jutsu going like that. A growing wave of water rose higher and higher at his feet. The chakra bound within the water was focused just below him and it was now holding him practically half a meter up off the ground. Ouda stood/floated/swam within the rollicking mass of water with everything over his knees above the surface, the only hindrance was the occasional wobble when one foot was concentrated one more than the other. Gradually the student managed to lift himself further up on top of the wave, with this attempt he wanted to just focus on getting to the point where he can stand on the water while the jutsu is going then actually move onto making it the so called "giant wave". Bit by bit, Ouda was lifted higher and higher, the water line sliding down the top of his boots. Moments later Ouda had finally managed to be standing on top of the massive water construct.

Standing on top of the roaring wave, water still gushing out his mouth, Ouda felt he was very close to getting this jutsu to work perfectly. Tired from this last effort he finished the jutsu. The second the torrent of water ceased the entire wave collapsed, immediately dropping the student from the air. Deftly Ouda landed perfectly on his feet, were the floor not still incredibly wet and made him slip backwards ungracefully it would have been an impressive moment.

Ten minutes later, after going downstairs to get something to drink and give both his chakra and his back some time to recover, Ouda climbed up the stairs once again to the roof. He stepped out into the brisk rain and made his way into the center of the dimly lit roof. By now he was well fed up with this technique so he just wanted to get it over with, all he had left to do now was to create the wave to the right scale. He brought his hands together and made the long series of handseals, once they were done he focused his chakra into the back of his throat and began binding it to the form of water. He bent over and released the powerful gout of water, it blasted against the ground so quickly it was almost explosive. The chakra rich water began to form up around Oudas feet, soon the student was being lifted up on the waves surface and was climbing higher and higher up off the ground.

Oudas face was red from the strain of releasing such a missive amount of water and his cheek were ballooning almost like elastic. The mass of water quickly grew larger, in about ten seconds it was just under a meter in height, after Ouda kept the jutsu going for half a minute he was already at two meters, it was getting to the point where he needed to take his mind off the niggling vertigo he was getting from constantly looking down at a steadily falling ground.

From one of the other towers it would look like this one was having some sort of strange water explosion as the wave started to rise higher and higher and begin breaking at the sides. Ouda was now standing on a rollicking wave about three meters higher, the runoff of water was arcing from all the buildings sides like a surreal waterfall. He'd long since forgotten exactly what size this jutsu was supposed to be, mostly because the urge to use the bathroom rather badly was back. The students entire concentration was just on keeping the technique going and trying not to fall from this height.

Finally Ouda hit the limit at four meters, he couldn't tell if it was because it was the normal maximum height or just because pretty much most of the water made from the jutsu was going over the sides of the tower. All he knew was that after doing this jutsu for what felt like ages he was unnervingly high off the ground standing on a big mass of water on top of a surprisingly flimsy tower, the sheer lack safety in this situation seemed to suddenly press on Oudas mind. For that reason he gradually ended the jutsu, reducing the amount of water slowly so at least this time he wouldn't fall and end up breaking his neck.

((OOC: bad ending... well todays a public holiday so who cares))

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Present: 3 days later (doesn't quite make sense that)

Ouda crouched over the stream, his cupping his hands into the running water and getting a much needed drink. It had been almost half a week but still he was far off from reaching the mountain, however finding this stream was actually a something of a stroke of luck for Ouda since its ran down from said mountain, it'd also give him a good chance to actually wash himself since three day's worth of walking through country in the hot sun left him alot less than presentable. Once Ouda was finished taking handfulls of water from the river he got back up and began walking upstream, his mud caked boots crackling with each step on the pebbles. The rain ninja looked down at his clothes, grass stains covered most of his lower shirt and his pants were beginning to fray, his hair too felt dirty and occasionally he'd find small twigs in it, but at least his necktie was still in good condition.

Gazing at the wooded scenery around him Ouda felt a sudden sense of paranoia, although he wasn't too bothered with it since he always got that around trees and rocks, infact generally whenever he was outside at all he got that feeling. He looked up at the canopy above him, every now and then he could just barely see the mountain and even with still so much distance between him and it the thing was still monolithic and perhaps even haunting to look at for too long. Ouda hadn't really given much thought as to what he'd do once he'd actually climb the thing, or even what he was going to do when he reached the top, but chances are that he'd first climb back down.

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Futon: Torihouto
Rank: C
Skill: Ninjutsu
Effect: Gathering chakra to the users limbs the user gains extremely strong amounts of air underneath them allowing them to float in the air in a sort of flight. When the user is in the air, it resembles walking on water. Altitude can be altered by jumping. However this is not flight as the user can only move up or down however the user can fall and glide.
Special: --
Drawback: Uses up a fair amount of chakra. Dangerous to use in storms. The jutsu makes the user feel weightless which can be nauseating.
Description: The user gathers their chakra to there limbs evoking air to swell around there legs and arms, mainly there feet as they begin to feel weightless. With a large jump they soar into the air and wherever they stop at is where they remain as they float, normally one leg down and one leg curled up in front of them. They can jump again and again to gain higher altitude. To go down, the user merely dives or in better terms makes there feet higher then there head. Although one cannot fly you can straighten your body with your feet slightly higher then your head so the user falls but glides as they do which can gain a few miles before reaching the ground.
Limit: Must have Wind Release.

[flashback]

3 years ago, in the ame countryside.

Gray-green landscape sprawled in all direction, illuminated by what little sun could managed to force itself through such thick clouds and managed to not get blotted out by the heavy rain. Amongst all this displeasing nature stood Ouda, alone save for the company of his raincoat and an old laminated training scroll. If he make the choice, Ouda would have much rather stayed in the nice dry training room, but typically on a day as miserable as this he'd end up having to learn a jutsu that needed so much space that it had to be done outside.

Reading through the scroll he found out it was another wind jutsu with no handseals, which was good because in the foul mood Ouda found himself in today bothering with all that rubbish would have made him lose his mind. After going through the rest of the technique Ouda became slightly bemused, but assumed he'd work it out more once he got going.

He stuffed the laminated scroll into one of his raincoats massive pockets and prepared to have a try at the jutsu. First he had to focus chakra into his limbs, in moments he could feel the familiar sensations of having chakra charging through his arms and legs. Then he'd have to bind it to the air outside and around him. He released the chakra outwards and shackled it to the material surrounding to his body. Within seconds it was like his senses were somehow stretched further than usual, feeling out into the empty space.

Next he'd have to motivate the air using his chakra. Ouda imagined making the wind around him move and tried to impress that onto his chakra. In moments he could feel it starting, as the air began to react as if on its own accord. He felt a gust, small at first, begin to tug on one of his sleaves, making the thick fabric wobble slightly on Oudas arm. It started to grow and spread across, pushing and pulling on his whole arm, then Ouda felt the arm whip across one of his legs, all the while he kept focus on motivating to air to move, to become a strong current.

As more time went on the more the standing form of Ouda seemed to he buffeted by a secluded gust of air. Almost oblivious to the rain the student continued trying the jutsu, the air all around him raced faster and faster, it was even starting to scatter the raindrops away from Ouda before they hit him. Finally, when Oudas raincoat was whipped and pulled about and his hair was flailing wilding, he decided it was time to test it so far. He raised up his arms, immediately the sleaves began thrashing around madly, and tried to get some lift.

For a good ten seconds nothing happened except for Oudas self esteem diminishing due to how ridiculous he probably looked right now. After another ten seconds it seemed clear nothing was going to happen, the student was perplexed, the wind around him was practically a torrent. Eager for some clue as to why it wasn't working Ouda reached into his raincoats pocket and had another read of the jutsu, all the while trying to keep the technique going. He immediately felt stupid when he reread the bit about focusing the air pressure underneath his limbs. With a sigh he shoved the scroll back into his pocket and tried to redirect the air to go underneath his arms and legs. To Oudas sheer shock he immediately went up into the air a good ten centimeters!

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Standing in mid-air under the power of nothing but a hastily learned jutsu was not a great way to spend a rainyday, or at least that's Oudas feelings for it. The students arms were out by his sides and his clothing was being thrown about madly by chakra borne winds, and the pressure of said winds were the only thing keeping him above the ground. The student kept his entire body still, afraid that if he moved even a little he'd ruin the jutsu so far. For a while he just floated there, eyes wide open at the sheer weirdness that he was feeling at the moment, his arms in a position that a bystander would mistake as being the chicken dance. It was like being weightless, and up to then Ouda was very used to actually weighing something, so the sudden change was very frightening.

He gave himself some time to adjust before he'd make a move, waiting until his stomach felt settled. Ignoring the constant harassment from the rain once Ouda's initial queasiness subsided he figured it was time to practice the jutsu more. Before he read in the training scroll that in order to go higher someone just needs to "jump" upwards. Ouda gathered his courage and slowly brought up his legs, the change in his center of gravity caused him to wobble slightly in mid-air but by concentrating the air to the right places it managed to even out.

His kicked out at the ground below him in an action that could sort of translate as jumping. Immediately his body rose up higher, Ouda could feel the strain on his chakra from keeping the necessary air pressure. He rocketed up into the air the better part of a meter, not that high but the sudden change in height combined with the already uneasy feelings generated by the jutsu were horrible when combined. All at once Ouda felt his stomach seem to just heave from the effort. Immediately he ended the jutsu, falling down onto the soft muddy grass.

It took about ten minutes for Ouda to get over the dizzying effects of the jutsu. Once his senses had returned to normalcy he was ready for another try, despite the fact that training this technique made him feel ill and used alot of chakra. He picked himself up out of the mud, wiping off some of the thicker bits that had stuck themselves onto his rain coat. He began channeling his chakra into his limbs and released it out into the air, there it became bound the wind around him. Soon he had made another thrashing mass of wind that pulled and grabbed at his coat, gradually building up enough pressure to lift the student within it.

When he felt the strength of the chakra rich air was enough he decided to lift off. He kicked the ground and suddenly was air born. The wind around him held Ouda in place just under a meter in the air, he forced down the same feelings of disorientation and tried to not look down. He stayed there for a while, allowing his body to get used to the feelings of weightlessness at this height. After a few moments when he had gotten used to it he once again kicked off, ascending this time to about two meters. Ouda reckoned he was somewhat getting used to this effect because he got over the movement much quicker, however his chakra was beginning to feel low and thats when he realized he didn't know how to get back down. Frantically Ouda got out the training scroll to see how, he practically had a fit when it said he'd need to put his feet above his head. In a less than thought out move Ouda panicked and threw his legs up into the air, immediately sending him into a backwards dive bomb. As he lay there, rain splatting his face, covered head to toe in mud and his back feeling like a shock absorber Ouda was glad he also didn't have to bother with being ill as well.

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Scrabbling back onto his knees Ouda wiped off some of the mud from his rain coat, for a moment he considered if he should just head back to the village now before he got pneumonia again. However Ouda reckoned if he went back without learning how to perform this technique right his teacher would just send him right back out again until he actually did get pneumonia.

Following a brief reread of the training scroll Ouda was ready for another try. Chakra began flowing through his arms and legs, steadily it was released out into the air and bound to the vaporous material around it. He began motivating the air to move about, to speed up as it passed his body and to especially focus on collecting beneath his arms. Soon his coat was again thrashing about and he could feel himself start to get lifted up by the force made by the jutsu. As soon as Ouda felt the airs strength was fight he kicked off the ground and began his ascension. With the surreal weightlessness that came with the jutsu Ouda floated up into the air, he still didn't quite trust the jutsu enough for a full on jump so this was pretty much a light kick off. He was carried up to a hight of about a meter and a half, which was rather close to Oudas height, it seemed like the practice he was getting by performing this jutsu was making it more responsive. He stayed at that height for a while, surprisingly his stomach seemed to feel much better than it had the last few times he did this jutsu, it was at a livable amount of queasiness.

Eventually he got bored of this height and decided to try getting higher. He kicked out at the invisible ground beneath him and was sent upwards once more, this time though he climbed much quicker than before. Ouda rocketed up into the air, passing meter after meter of air that was empty save but the cold splat of rain, is he didn't feel sick before he sure did now. Eventually he came to a stop at eight meters, this was a truly shocking height to be suspended from by nothing but invisible air pressure. Ouda resisted looking down but just looking out at the horizon was enough to freak him out. This time he really felt like he was going to lose his breakfast, and it'd have a long way to drop. He tried to instead focus on the jutsu, keeping the air beneath his limbs active and strong, which wasn't hard when he worked out that at this height he might break his legs on the landing and be struck crawling through a rain soaked countryside.

Frozen in mid-air, moving only when an occasional breeze pushed him out of position, Ouda stayed still from fear of falling again. Eventually he knew he'd have to end the technique soon, it was using a hell of alot of chakra to keep going. Ouda was reluctant to consider the supposed method of returning back down to the ground, but it was either that or fall. Carefully Ouda raised his legs and entered the dive position, immediately he began to fall through the air towards the ground. Gliding down towards the ground Ouda angled his body so he at least would hit the ground like a missile and hopefully would slide on the grass or something. In moments he had reached ground level, Oudas body made contact with the water logged glade. Chin first he skidded across the ground, the entire front of his body was forming a trail in the mud. He kept going for about a meter and a half before he lost momentum and just lay there. With a sigh that turned to steam in the freezing air Ouda decided this technique needed a better way to get down again.

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Present: 1 day later

Oudas face bobbed on the rivers surface, the rest of his body lay submerged in the cool water. Glancing at the river banks to check that his clothes and equipment were still there was the only major movement Ouda made. He'd been standing on the rocky bottom of the stream for the better part of an hour, washing away all the stink from four days of sweat and country walking.

Eventually he did get out of the river, worried that exposing so much of his pasty unhealthy skin would lead to some very inconvenient sunburn. He swam across to the side of the river and clambered onto the rocky shore. Ouda dried himself off with a makeshift towel ie: his pants, before getting dressed again. He hadn't said a word aloud for at least two day's now, he actually hadn't even seen an animal bigger than either a bird or a fish since he arrived in this country.

Once he was both cleaned and clothed the rain ninja had nothing else to do but keep heading upstream.

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Sanjuu Senbon Tosu (Triple Senbon Throw)
Rank: C Rank
Skill: Taijutsu
Effect: Throws three senbon at once but very accurately.
Special: None
Drawback: Must be Senbon Taitokue Uchideshi
Description: The user holds three senbon at once with one hand and throws them very accurately no matter how little set up time for the throw. The user can be very accurate and powerful causing minor injuries.
Limit: Must be of the Senbon Taitoku, Must know the Senbon Taitoku Stance

[flashback]

4 years ago

The dojo was full almost to capacity, bustling with the sound of students and gennin practicing the styles techniques. Wall after wall of target boards were peppered with a hail of sharp silver needles, each striking with deadly force. Before one of these boards stood Ouda, in each hand he held three senbon, he was trying to mimic the same technique he'd seen done by other dojo member who'd been here longer than him. He imagined the shot, aiming at a red and blue circle about twenty meters away he pictured the trio of senbon flying through the air in unison and hitting the bullseye while making a perfectly straight line. Eventually he was done visualizing and was ready to try, his right arm swung about and released all three of the senbon. Three silver needles sliced through the air on a deadly course towards the wooden board. Faster than the blink of an eye the senbon hit the target, but they weren't quite where Ouda had hoped they be, only one actually hit the bullseye and the other two where way off, drifting dangerously close to the edge of the target board and very nearly missed it altogether to hit the wall.

Not wasting a second Ouda immediately threw his other handful of senbon at the target. Three more small silvery needles torpedoed through the air, however their flight was alot less that synchronized. Ouda was making sure to try and watch these senbon fly so he could see the problem he was having and it very quickly became clear to him what it was. Almost from the moment they left his hand the senbon arced out on their own guidance rather than all going the same direction, only the one he had held between his forefinger and middle finger was flying straight towards the target. Although he could only see them as darts of light briefly shining when they hit the illuminate given by the overhead lighting it was enough to see how they were flying, the dojo had been designed that way. In a flash of flying metal and a quiet thud of wood being struck he'd done the technique. Straight away he saw that the other two senbon had flown off course widely, one becoming embedded in the outer circle of the target and the other actually missing it completely.

There really was nothing to do but keep practicing his aim, so Ouda just took out another half dozen senbon from the supply tray behind him and prepared to throw again. He imagined the exact same shot as before, aiming to get all three of his senbon to hit right next to the other two that were on target. His right arm snapped about and with a rapid flick of the wrist Ouda sent three senbon shooting towards the target. As the silver darts glistened through the air they sent back to Ouda their trajectory in the form of reflections of the lights above them both. Three white lasers glinted in the space between Ouda and the target board for just a second, after that second three senbon were clearly dug into the wooden boards surface. It seemed like he'd had just a little improvement, as usual only one was on target but this time only one was way off, the other was no further than about forty centimeters away from the accurate senbon. Not the kind of improvement worth bragging about but still.

Eager to try and build on this progress Ouda swung around his left arm and launched three more senbon on a path towards the bullseye. The trio of needles cut through the air at an almost unsee able speed. They seemed to fan out from their starting point, one going straight forward while the other deviate to one side or the other. With a quiet series of thuds the three senbon lodged themselves into the wooden target. The pair of inaccurate senbon were no more on target than the last ones, just a minor improvement but overall another failure. Rather than taking a moment just to think about what went wrong last time Ouda instead decided to just try it again. He quickly plucked another half dozen senbon off the supply tray behind him, arranged them in his hands so they were in the right position for throwing, then immediately snapped around his right hand and released the silver missiles right at the target board. Glinting through the air Ouda could watch them as they spread out after he let them go. In what seemed like less than a moment the three senbon had hit home (or at least the neighbourhood) one the target board. The two wayward senbon had actually managed to beth get into the outer circle, still about an average of thirty something centimeters before they're on target but it's better than missing altogether.

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Ouda had removed all the old senbon out of the target board and dumped them all onto the supply tray, it was starting to get a bit crowded with needles. With that task done he plucked out another half dozen senbon as well as stuffing an extra three in one of his pockets, being careful not to accidentally jab himself. His fingers manipulated the senbon into position and soon he was holding them ready to fire. This time though he had a look at how he was holding them, hoping that the problem was he just didn't line them up properly, unfortunately no such luck. With a sigh he got to work one visualizing the perfect flight of the senbon, the whole process only took about a second or two for his range combat mind to comprehend. His right arm flicked across and released the three silver missiles on a heading directly for the bullseye. All Ouda could see were a few brief glints of light that turned into three needles embedded in the face of the target board. The practice seemed to be helping, because again the two senbon that seemed to avoid the middle of the board were actually gradually moving closer to it.

Straight away Ouda had whipped around his left arm and let lose the next volley of senbon. The shinobi needles sliced through the air on a wicked course. Cutting their way in an arcless flight they reached their target in less than a second, plunging into the abused wood. One was on target and was stuck right next to the accurate one from his last throw, the other two were about thirty centimeters away from the center. Ouda grumbled but just reached into his pocket and drew out another handful of senbon all in position for throwing. Not wasting a moment he flicked about his arm and threw them on what he hoped was a straight course, this time he was experimenting by putting more speed in the throw itself, even though he wasn't sure how it could help. Sure enough though, after a brief glint of flying metal and the soft sound of three sharp ninja weapons striking a wooden board it really seemed like there was a great improvement. This time the senbon were no more that twenty centimeters away from one another.

Ouda restocked on senbon, stuffing more into both his pockets so he had enough to fill both his hands and well as taking the half dozen he'd need for his next try. With the set of senbon all lined up in his hands he quickly redid the maths for the throw and once that was done did not delay in launching the next handful of senbon. His right arm thrashed across, Ouda attempting to put more speed and effort in this throw than before, and released the three senbon it held onto a path right towards the target board. Without even waiting to see if this throw was on target he straight away swung his left arm forward and sent another trio of shinobi needles outwards. With a series of dull thuds the half dozen senbon dug into the surface of the target board, and the results they made was quite surprising. Pretty much all the senbon were much closer to the center than ever before, it didn't look like they were much more than just over ten centimeters apart. The improvements granted by his little experiment seemed almost fantastic.

Ouda reached into his pockets and took out the next lot of senbon for each hand. Almost instinctively now he positioned the senbon in his hand into the right places for this technique. He used the same trajectory information as from the last throw and without delay flicked both his arms around one after the other in a sharp motion to launch out two three strong volleys of senbon. The half dozen senbon penetrated the space between Ouda and the target board with a buzzing speed, moving so fast that even the telltale glint of light granted by the dojos illumination was difficult to spot. In no time they had all struck the target board in perfect unison, on the boards face were two neat rows of three senbon lined up on top of the bullseye right next to each other. glad at his success Ouda figured he might as well reinforce the movements so it doesn't happen only by fluke chance. He spent the next five minutes taking handful after handful of senbon, arranging them in between his fingers then throwing them at the target board, a couple of times they were off course but eventually he got the movements right enough to get it right from then on.

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((OOC: Bump.))