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Sutomu Keiro [ Storm Channeling. ]
Rank: "B"
Skill: Ninjutsu / Supplementary
Effect: After activating the Shuugoumanako, the user can now extend his own unique chakra through the three elements. This allows the user to create ninjutsu up to sixteen meters away from his line of sight. Unfortunately, this technique cannot be used in conjunction with the clans unique ninjutsu as the intense chakra control within both techniques make it all but impossible to initiate.
Special: Adds 4 Hand Seals to techniques used in conjunction with this technique - Ox, Dog, Horse, Dragon.
Drawback: Adds an additional "D" rank amount of chakra to the technique ; Cannot be used with techniques that require physical contact or require a physical part of the user to initiate [ Like a Katon: Goukakyuu No jutsu or Fuuton: Daitoppa.]
Description: After the user activates their Shuugomanako, or higher, they are now able to use this technique in conjunction with a Suiton, Raiton or Fuuton technique to move the initiating point, or spawning point, of said technique up to sixteen meters away.
Limits: Requires Sansutomu Blood Limit ; requires Shuugoumanako ; Can only use this ability three times per day.

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Lan walked through the field of boulders, he had no idea what this place was. Lan eyes the boulders with his eyes as he walked along, his eyes widened as he looked further along his path, this field carried on beyond Lans range of vision, and possible more. With a Sigh Lan slouched against a fock and pushed his hand into his messenger-bag, from within he drew a hip flask that smelt strongly of liquor, without the cap open, opening the cap he took a swig from the flask, swishing the home-brewed whiskey through his teeth and satisfying his taste-buds before swallowing the warm liquid. A warmness encased his insides and made the hair on the back of his arms stand on end as a wave of goose-bumps ran over his body. Lan eyed the field of boulders again before nodding slightly to himself and swing the satchell from his shoulder and dropped it onto the dusty ground. A strong breeze errupted across from the west as Lan ran his hand inside his pocket, Lan felt his hair whip across his face, good sailing conditions, pity there was no water. Lan stared into the wind beneath the brim of his hat, his eyes open to show the whole of his iris, this eery stare was followed by the dying down of the wind. Of course knew he had no control over the wind, but asking mother nature a favour never helped. The thought of having to repay mother nature built up a lump in his throat.

Taking a gulp, Lan removed an old, moth beaton black book, a strange red symbol imprinted on the cover, the symbol was not strange to the bearer of the book, it was his clan symbol. Lan flicked through the pages of the book, many pages covered in scribbles and crossing outs, finally Lan came across a page that was written to an understandable degree of neatness, the pages was dog-eared at the top and the paper was made of a fine yellowing rice paper. Lan scrolled through the jutsu quickly, his eyes flowing from word to word easiy, after a while of reading and re-reading the jutsu Lan folded the corner of the page and folded the book away into the innards of his cloak. The jutsu he had chosen? It was a high ranked jutsu called Sutomu Keiro. Lan muttered a few words under his breath and in an instant his pupils pulsated quickly, his irises shifted meakly into a colour so close to his previous eye colour that it was likely un-noticed, lines like waves ran across the iris to solidify across his iris' as small white lightning bolts and the whites of his eyes flexed into a softer white that even though surrounding the iris like a cloud would, oddly enough the site of these eyes gave many people motion sickness.

Lan re-adjusted his coat as he relaxed his focus through his eyes and retreated back into his mind were he scrolled through a mental note made earlier, the mental not included all the jutsus he knew so far, his eyes rolled up and down out of habit, but he did not notice this, being too pre-occupied by his thoughts. Lan slowly stopped moving his slowly, his eyes staring straight ahead of himself, a boulder isolated itself there, large cracks in the earth drifted through the field of boulders as the massive chunks of rock split the surface. Lan eyed the earth uneasily, he was not used to be being bound to the cruel earth, maybe he would get back to his own element Dreams of the curling waves and the sea breeze across his face, ripe with the oceans spray. Re-opening his eyes Lans face was laced with determination. But wait, Lan swore that jutsu needed a water source, cursing a bit Lan grabbed his satchell and swinging it over his shoulder, he straightened his back and began to strut his awkward walk, hips wobbling from left to right, his cheeks coloured slightly at this, as this was how women walked.

It was not long before Lans jaw dropped, his un-shaven beard tickling his chest and his heart began to beat faster. He looked from side to side suspiciously and approached the large puddle, or small ponk if you will of water. Grass grew thickly around the pool and a large oak stood humbly next to the water. The oak was a vast contrast to the boulders and whats more suprising, is how he didnt see it until he strode into the shade of the skeleton branches. Lan decided this was as best as any to stay for a longer period than just a few minutes. Taking off his satchell Lan strode through the autumn leaves. Taking off his coat Lan re-read the jutsu a little as he put his coat down in a pile of leaves and tucking his little black book into his belt strap he began to walk away from the water. Once again his eyes changed in a murmer of a discreet word, a sense of the water behind occured as he activated his eyes and turned to the water. He counted a good number of steps seperated him and the water, it was obviously beyond his limit at created a water clone though.

Eying the path he had walked from the waters edge, he began to form handseals, they were just the regular handseals that formed a water clone, but wait, lan did not stop there still lan molded chakra as he performed more handseals he said the named handseals, the way he said it was masked under his heavy breathing, his hand movements therefor moving synchronised with the rising and falling of his chest.

[OX]
Lans hands moved into the ox handseal, his gloved hands almost catching each other out, but clashing together in a chakra breeding embrace. "Ox" he murmered beneath his falling breath, a leafy wind stealing it from even his ears.

[Dog]
The second additional handseal was formed but then the buckles on Lans gloves caught and his gloves restrained his hands, Lan let out a gargled roar that swamped his ears and no doubt anyone around would hear, Lan did not care, he had failed the additional handseals.

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Lan's eyes drifted back into a state of normality, the change was not visible as a sour breeze qiped the sensitive surface of Lans eyes causing him to curl his eyelids together in a bitter face. A mixture of emotions bubbled within Lan, but the pile of emotions was blown away as were his thoughts as the breeze struck his eyes. Blinking Lan opened his eyes and tried winking each eye, His eyes were fine, he doubted this however, it was better to be safe than sorry. Lan blinked one eye than the other one rapidly before he was assured that his eyes were not going to abandon their masters sockets just yet. Lan closed his eyelids peacefully, caging his eyes in his sockets. He felt his eyes move out of habit behind his eyelids, disturbing the surface of his eyelids.

Lans mind buzzed with questions, like lightning running through his skull, the questions dissipated through his thoughts as he prioritized and answered them then he finelly came up with a solution, he walked back to the large oak, unbuckling and removing his gloves as he moved. The wiltered and hardened bark bleached a sandy brown by the suns stare, shivering at the oddly coloured bark, he picked up his coatand rolling it up into a ball, wrapping his gloves and clan book into the many folds before putting it back down in a large pile of leaves. The leaves errupted into a swirl of red and yellow as two opposing soft winds met each other and span around Lan. He smiled as he felt the imaginary warmth from the firey leaf spin. The smile did not last long as the leaves soon died down. Cursing beneath his breath to have let himself have been tied down so easily, Lan moved back to were he was, not bothering to count his paces as he moved, he did not care, he knew the range of his water clones. Finally Lan stopped on a certain spot, scuff marks on the floor showed that this was where he had stood earlier.

Turning around, lan swivelled on his toes, turning to face his foe, the water shone, winds lan could not feel across his skin tainted the soft surface of the water, and leaves rocked giving off more ripples, the water was as chaotic as the world was, this thought occured to lan strangely, he did not know what it meant, nor why it meant but he knew that it was true, Lan ran his fingers through his long locks of hair, the salt in his hair stuck his hair together forming long salty-dread that tore at his scalp as he tried to rid himself of the salt that stuck his hair together. Finally with a snear upwards he just took to twiddling a rogue strand of hair between his fingers, while he was thinking. Lan decided that he would try practice the handseals without chakra first. Lan brushed the hair from his face with a simple wipe of his hands, tucking it behind his head and tightening the bandana beneath his tri-folded hat. Lan's hands formed the first basic handseals again, quite easily they were the water clone handseals he had used on his ship a few times, for what he could not find any pacifistic explanation, his mouth tightened as he thought about this, before reminding himself, this was after all a new start. finally Lan was finishe with the handseals for the water clone and added on firstly another four handseals;

[Ox]
Lan drew his hands wide apart and then pushed them together, building up speed and folding his hands as they curved through the air towards each other, finally clashing against each other, Lan felt them hit each other and he successfully formed the ox handseal, palms landing at a right-angle to one another.

[Dog]
Lans hands split apart easily from the first handseal, ox, and once again Lan expanded handseal forming beyond the basic movement of hands and wrists but drawing back his shoulders he breathed in deeply through his nose and exhaled slowly through his mouth as he span his hands together, as the hands drew through the air, he balled his right hand into a fist, keeping his dirty fingernailed left hand flat he landed it ontop of his fist.

[Horse]
Lan pursued his handseals further, arcing his hands around and moving his shoulders back slightly, out of the previous handseal. He thought for a split second, whether it was dragon or horse next, before he realised it was horse as he moved his hands togehter, in a tight knuckle embrace and his index fingers stretched above the embrace to touch tips lovingly.

[Dragon]
He was sure this was dragon, but doubt was written into his face, a frown forming, once again a look directed at himself that he would not be aware of without looking at himself in a mirror. His hands split apart from the previous handseal and he brought his hands back into another knuckle embrace, similar to the last one but in this knuckle embrace both the tips of the thumbs and the tips of the little fingers carressing each other dearly.

Lan nodded to himself, hands mostly reluctant to split apart the final handseal, but with pains through his knuckles and fiingers bending reversedly, he un-knotted his hands with agony. Summoning his strength and sighing to himself, he pulled at the hat, it would never hold in the position he wished it to. Yet it was a handy hat to have.

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Lan moved back towards the water source carefully stepping around the boulders, he finally arrived once again at the water souce, his eyes wandered across the surface of the water, the clear surface ridden with autumn leaves, Scooping a hand of the water he took a sip of it. This must have been a natural spring for this was no rain water, no it was pure clean water, the rock under the surface of the water consisted of varying sizes of boulder. The cool clean water dribbled across Lan's heavy chin as he took another drink from the spring. He swished the cool loving water through his mouth, letting his mouth hydrate before swallowing the cool water.

Lan got up from his hands and knees, staring at the centipus like tenticles of the tree, half expecting an eye to open and to be convered in ink, or maybe the horrid tentacles, but even he knew that was an ubusurd idea. Lan began to search the horizon again, nothing but boulders still, he wasn't expecting anyone, but he felt lonely in this country, he had already stopped off by a small village to stock up some personal supplies. Greed touched his heart and tugged on the strings of his heart. A pain shocked through his whole body as he gripped at his heart, an image of a tree, the branches arcing out in gold across a stained black table, the position of power he was lost solely to greed for. An image of his mother rang in his head as he imagined her turning her back on him, he had broken his promise to go back and see her, he had no idea whether she was still alive or not. A bitter grimace stole away his face as he stood up, breathing heavily. Lan began to slow the pace of his breath as he turned back to his jutsu, standing he eyed the sun, burning amber and dangling above the skies supple breasts that were the clouds. The clouds drifting flauntingly and milky white across the sky. Pulling the brim of his hat, he moved towards the scuffed position he was standing before, the waters edge a good few meters away, that must have been around a good few or so footsteps. The earth drifted absent mindedly beneath his feet, yet the ground not shaking below his feet was something he would have to grow used to.

For a man of the sea standing in the dust ridden barrens, in the land he knew nothing about he was farely content on staying in this position. He knew not of this land but he knew that this was a strange land, he looked to the tree one more time before forming a stance. The basic stance used by Lan involved moving his feet, shoulders width apart and his hands started by gripping his hips, almost the same stance made for a fearsome dance performed by the inhabitants of a long lost island Lan had read upon. He moved his hands out infront of him as his body began to expell a large amount of chakra, the chakra spilled from his chakra-points, escaping him and dissipating beyond his reach into the never, he wouldn't get that chakra back, but it was similar to blood as he would create more. Slipping through the back of his mind, he began to reign control over his chakra, focusing on the chakra he began to mold the power inside of himself. This was the point were he started performing his handseals, first he started with the water clone handseals, these happened quickly, his hands successfully forming these familiar handseals, before he muttered a few un-audiblewords, his eyes once again pulsed and reverted into change, as he started to form the handseals to this new magic trick;

[Ox]
For this handseal, Lan placed his hands together, his clapped his hands together vertically, clasping each other inbetween the fingers, this was followed by the movement of the right hand to move the right palm to a right angle to the left palm. These self hand-shakes were an art of the ninjas, and thus the first handseal was formed.

[Dog]
One of the easiest handseals, not involving any clutching of the other hand, he started by ripping his hands apart from each other, Lan had know idea how this handseal could relate to the animal of a Dog. Clenching one hand into a fist, to be specific, his right hand, he then held his left palm, out flat and open. Moving his left hand so the palm was face down above the clenched right hand and brought the flat left hand down to smack the back of the right hand.

[Horse]
That was two of the 6 extra handseals that the new jutsu required, but this was no time to be taking breaks, unfurling his hands and pulling them from each other as though a magnetic force were puching them from each other. Lan arced his hands through the air in a large curve to be re-united once again, by the same 'seemingly magnetic force' that seperated them. Knuckles interlocking with his index finger tapping at the tips.

[Dragon]
He felt his knuckles brush over the hairs on his knuckles as he pulled the hands from one anothers embrace. The knuckles tickled slightly which peversed him to pull his hands apart faster that he had before, he then started to think why a dragon had such a handseal but then ignored this thought as he went to create the dragon handseal. Turning the ends of his fingers into a claw-like shape, he then fixated the hands in a shy embrace. The small fingers of the hand protruding down to touch at the tips, although Lan had not seen a dragon, he had never seen something that resembled this handseal.

This was the handseals that consisted of the new extra jutsu, this jutsu was described to be able to add a D rank attack to his jutsu, the waters surface rippled and bulged as a water clone. The water clone errupted from the water, due to the strange mind of the pirate, Lan, the clone gurgled and coughed, performing the act of escaping the grasps of drowning. The clone pushed himself out of the water, and the edged of Lans lips curled upwards as he watched the clone bemusedly. For a moment lan hesitated, his face dropping and the smile that was forming being lost in the deep creasing frown. He controlled the clown to wade out of the water before he punched a hole through the water clone, the clone melted around his fist, as Lan released control of the clone. The clone melted over Lan, a sigh was the least angry thing that could escape the mans face at the present time. He had therefor not taken into account the simple factor, that the water clone was not an attack and although it could attack within the same element in which it was created, the chakra drain might therefor be too much.

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Clear blood dripped from his soaked sleeve, the grinding of teeth visible through the deep brow that created his frown, a humiliated smile so far away from the face on his emotion. Anger enveloped him, streaming through his body, his heart beating faster and his breath quickening, to Lan everything went back, but everything didnt go black, he had just overdone himself. He awoke to the noise of talking, he shot up and looked around to find the talking fainter than before, it was a heated discussion, someone with the same voice, but Lans vision faded in and out, he could definitely see two people. The people were familiar, but Lan was not suprised to see himself arguing with himself, one of the two men threw a punch to punch the other man to the ground. With a sigh Lan stood, to eye level with the two blonde haired men, these hallucinations happened in moderations and could last upto two days, Lan found himself oh so annoying. He eyed himself and threw a fist at the blonde haired men, Lan floated through the two men and appeared on the other side, he swore violently as he stood, breathing deeply into his anger and irritation emotion, the blood boiling in his head. Red faced around he span around himself searching for the reckless boy that taunted him so. Spinning in a circle, his eyes sharp and reckless span around searching for the boy that was once him. He looked into the water of the lake as he swear he saw a shape moving along the bottom, a hand waved at him from below the water and a tauntin smile. A jump occured moments later, on Lans behalf as his heart skipped a beat, resulting in him slipping into the pond that lay before him, the source of the jump you may ask? It was himself behind him saying boo in his earlobe. The closeness of the voice was oviously there but what scared Lan the most was the sensation of the mans breath on his ear-lobes.

Lan spurted water from his cheeks angrily and turned back to the image of himself, a former image, wearing large poofy clothing that was loose to him. Lan sniffed, he was wearing his clothing! The cheek of the stress related halucination was unbearable. He decided to ignore them and carry on with his jutsu, he pondered upon another jutsu through which to delve into, then he realised, the jutsu he should delve into is of course, THAT JUTSU!
The jutsu would surely be helpful for training this technique, he would slowly run a thumb deicately through the wet hair, the ruined brittle hair felt softer now, the grease began seeping into the water, a shiny colourful pattern drifting thinly over the waters surface, looking grim faced as the halucination looked over laughing at the deperate man, also knowing what was going on. Lan slowly grouped his hair in a bundle atop his head, and with a sour expression drank up the grease from the water. That should of course prevent the grease from spreading he thought as he took a gulpful of the better water to take the slimey taste from his tastebuds. A relaxation of looks spread across Lans face as he waded his way out of the pond, the water swishing through his mouth, drenching the thirst that had earlier but plagued the drought of the mans mouth.

Climbing out and walking past the halucination, he would slowly pull away from the pond, the voice of the halucination and the existance faded deep into the background as Lan drew himself into a fighting stance, although obviously this was impracticle for the jutsu that Lan was about to learn, he would of course use this to channel his focus and devotion towards the readiness of fighting. Drawing his hands from the balls, he clashed his hands together again, preparing to create a monster of raiton. Turning so he was looking at least 16 meters from the oasis, he would begin the jutsu.

[snake]
CLutching his hands together, like a lover would, his hands ran into a sweet embrace, fingers curling into each other and wrists bending back to point towards the gentle white clouds that impacted upon the heavens.

[dragon]
His hands moved fast and swiftly into the dragon handseal, his fingers encasing each other in a strange knuckle grip. His breathing rapids as he touched his thumb and little figner together, the seal allowing him one step closer towards the jutsu

[rabbit]
Spreading hands from the previos dragon handseal, he was quickly moving into the third handseal, he knew not how many more handseals he had left to do, but he was sure there could not be that many. Twisting his hands he eventually reached the rabbit or 'hare' handseal as it was also called, index fingers pointing off into opposite directions, looking rather complicated and impossible, but it was of course just a trick of bending your fingers the right way, as with many handseals.

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Lan stood, as he had no place other than the dusty ground to rest, and this was not resting time, that would of course come later, motivational and humming classical music as he trained rang in his head, the bird handseal was a complex one, a handseal-hybrid between two fingers pointing and a thumbs up. Lan moved into the next handseal as he continued to hum a familiar tune in his head, head swaying from side to side with the beat.

[Bull/ox]
The bull Handseal, also known as the ox handseal was a very delicate handseal, formed by his hands moving into right angles. The fingers of lans hands interlocked individually, little and indes finger sticking up into the air like antenas of an ant.

[dog]
The tastiest of the animals Lan had tried, of course he had never tried Dragon, though he was very eager to try dragon. Licking his lips as drool formed from the lining of the back of his mouth as he clenched one fist and placed one hand on top of the fist flat out. That had to be the easiest handseal of all he thought under the hums of his classical music.

[rat]
Rat, the rodent handseal, they were too little to eat but where definitely fun to play with. Lan remembered when he was little he himself had owned a pet rat, by the name of gogo, the rat paused Lans humming as he spared a moment of silence for the rat, now deceased when a teacher found out about the rat they had stomped on the rat killing it in one. With a sad sigh Lan plastered a happier image of classical music in his head as he resumed the humming splitting his hands apart into the rodent handseal. Pointing middle and index fingers of his hand to the air while the other fingers and the thumb of that hand balled together only for the 2 fingers of that hand to be encased by the other hand, folding neatly over the fingers.

[snake]
After the rat handseal that had brought with it unpleasant memories of his past Lan brought forth the courage to split away the rat handseal, which reminded him of the vivid image of the rat being crushed under the boot of the teacher.

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Lan a small boy of a young age of 10, kneeled on the hard wooden floor, the old wooden creaking under the pressure of his arms as they shook trying to uphold him, one arm sore from the ravenous grip the moustached teacher had bestowed upon the boy, the man stood menacingly, a furry brown rat caught beneath the wretched mans large black shoes. The rat squirmed until a foot as another boot fell to the floor on the spot the rat was standing, more tears and a faint wail escaped Lan as blood seeped along the floorboards of lans room, the man left moments later, Lan crumpled on the floor at the site of his dead best friend. His rat. Was dead.
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Spitting on the ground Lan heaved a secondary sigh as he moved his hands into the vicious looking serpents seal, his hands clutching each other in a prayer fashion, fingers interlocking eagerly.

[Artemis]

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[Lannigans]

I would start to walk away, my feet below me and the heavens at my door.

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