Ruined Garden [T, P]
Oct 10, 2010 7:01:32 GMT -7
Post by daisy on Oct 10, 2010 7:01:32 GMT -7
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As her chakra pooled in her hands, and the oh-so-familiar glow took shape and form, Shiki allowed herself a small grin. She hadn't trained this successfully in a while, and she almost felt as if she could continue on. Really, when the kunoichi put her mind to it, she was capable of a lot. Or, so she liked to tell herself. Regardless, the chakra in her hands soon became enough, and the tingling that Shiki recogised began, tickling her hands and sliding a short way up her wrists, as if alerting her that the jutsu was now ready for execution. Like the beeping of a microwave, the girl thought with a giggle. Her ready meal, or rather, her jutsu now ready, Shiki kept her eyes wide open. Last time, she had missed the jutsu beginning, and she was determined to see every aspect of the technique this time.
"This time with feeling~!" She called to nobody in particular, thrusting her hands out before her, feeling all the energy in her hands react, and know it was being released. It really was rather beautiful. As chakra left her hands, it immediately took on a hue and a brightness that any artist would kill to have at their disposal. These colours, although clashing and entirely incongruous, managed to remain captivating, as they swirled around each other, and upon moments where complimentary colours surrounded one and another, it was startling and mesmerising. Shiki almost forgot that the entire jutsu was her doing, watching the cone of colours as if it was simply placed there by some wandering muse.
Being of both the Hanakora and the Kitateha clans, Shiki knew that the most beautiful things were the most deadly, and she couldn't help feel that this jutsu fell perfectly within that description. This time, she knew she could keep the stream of colours going, the tingling within her hands and the drain on her chakra now manageable as she knew exactly how the jutsu worked. And so, concentrating, Shiki held her hands out before her, palms facing out, the colours flooding and gushing out from her, as if somebody were squeezing tubes of paint forth from her hands. She could've kept it going all day, if only her chakra would allow it, so captivated was she by the beauty and strangeness of this illusionary work of art. However, it wasn't prudent to waste all her chakra on simply learning a jutsu, and so, before too long, the little girl let it fade once more.
A few colours hung in the air for a little longer, but when the pink drifted away and the green had spun itself out, the jutsu was done.
"Hm hm hm. That wasn't hard." Shiki said, tossing her hair back with a self-indulgent smile, choosing not to remember just how she had struggled learning the technique at first. Turning her back on the now entirely faded colours, the kunoichi returned to her previous perch atop the statue, a little more tired than she had anticipated. Being skilled in genjutsu meant that her chakra reserves were rather higher than those of a ninja with no interest in the art, and her control over that chakra was something to write home about. However, she needed to continue pushing herself. There was still a very long way to go, and although she was confident in her abilities, compared to many ninja, she was still very inexperienced. But, she'd work hard, and of course, do her best never to lose to anyone!