The Ice House [Training][P][NDE]
Oct 16, 2010 11:17:28 GMT -7
Post by naitome on Oct 16, 2010 11:17:28 GMT -7
10/70
When they finally stopped buzzing about, Naizaisei imagined that the water within was like a pair of hands. ,They were capable of opening and folding, giving life and crushing it. He tried to find this balance. He brought the tiny amount of water within each semi-crystalline structure to its center. Like the folding of his hands, he allowed the flies to meet a pulverizing defeat at their centers. His shape manipulation control had grown noticeably in just a few short practiced seconds.
He spent a considerable amount of time just breathing sharply, in and out. He was elated that he'd gotten at least this first aspect of the technique. When he felt his heartbeat return to its normal steady pace, he focused on building his chakra level by level. First at a methodical pace that allowed him to think his way through each aspect of its power, then eventually quicker until he seemed able to instantly call forth enough energy to grind against the natural water in the atmosphere with his Suiton nature. He tried to shape the massive amount, and spent much time 'cutting corners', sculpting as if he were an artist, envisioning his opponents caged inside, struggling to breathe, struggling to survive.
He quieted the storm of raging power as quickly as he had called it up. He stared out across the water with his scar glowing faintly. His eyes flared, then took in the entirety of the cave. He was searching for a target. His gaze finally met the small torch he'd set up days ago in an empty corner of a nearby cave. He stared at it, remembered all he had done to perfect the simple shaping of the jutsu's basest ability, and performed the handseals outlined in his remembrance of the original scroll.
The water around the torch twitched, rose a few feet, fell again, then seemed to explode upwards as it literally grew over it. It hardened as it touched, somewhere between the shape of a dragon...and the shape of something that had never been and would never be anything close to a dragon. When he let go of the final handseal, it dissipated as loudly as it had appeared, seeming to suck itself back down into the lake. It left Naizaisei amongst the ripples and wrecked torch, breathing heavily once more.
He cracked his knuckles and tried to clear his mind again. His chakra seemed to beg him to take the simple route. He could create the water from nothingness if he wanted too. But he refused. He moved his hands back into a comfortable position on his lap. His chakra flared once more.