Desire! [P|T]

[torankoku]

Enter, Shinrai!
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Fuuton • Reppushou
Rank: "C"
Skill: NinJutsu [Fuuton]
Effect: Fuuton • Reppushou is a Ninjutsu technique utilizing the Wind Element. After forming the needed hand seals, one will send a strong gust of wind towards his target. When acting in conjunction with another thrown weapon, the wind can increase its power and deadliness.
Special: "Hand Seals"
Drawback: --
Description: The user forms the hand seals, then slams their palms together. This creates a large gust of wind, which shoots forth at the opponent to send them flying backwards. If a projectile has been thrown, this jutsu can be used to send that forward with more speed and power to hit the opponent.
Limit: Fuuton no Jutsu

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It seemed that I had a free day from the intense training due to my old man being in a meeting. Nevertheless, I saw it as an opportunity to brush up upon some other aspects in my arsenal. I raised my hand up as the Gale blew, harsh and fierce. My eyes remained the unnatural hazel shade as I saw a group of people looking at me. I smiled as I continued walking as if I was just a nomad passing through. I began to sing, a disguise ingeniously prepared by me alone, “This world is not my home… I’m just passing through…” The five men suddenly leaped out and attacked me, laughing as they remarked snidely, that they will gladly take me to my “home”. Smiling, I stood there as if I had all the time in world, watching with hazel optics.

Notice now, that I did not have Sharingan in my eyes, nor did I need to. My appearance shimmered, flying on the winds of time itself as the men jumped nothing in particular. “My, my… aren’t we a nasty group?” My voice brought their attention to the trees, where I sat, on the branch. My hood covered my face as the only light that was visible was the ever-present hazel optics. Before they could even move, I raised a hand to the sky as the wind blew harsh and fierce. Slamming my hands together, the Gale became my power, as chakra controlled it towards them. All five of the men flew backwards into the trees as only three came forth, their faces beaten and crimson liquid dripping down the sides of their mouth.

Delight took in as I watched them struggle to get to me. They fought through the harsh wind, their screams, music to my ears. I enjoyed the results of my immediate training, as I proceeded to try a more perilous attempt. Getting down from above, my hands separate, and thus the winds stopped almost immediately thereafter. The two men that were now standing ran towards me as rage took over all the sense they once had in their puny minds. When the two men came five meters within me, only then would I slam my hands together, and only two meters apart, the wind sliced them up right in front me. My theory was proven correct, as I continued walking on, the five men lying on the ground as they went from an ordered state to a disordered state.

Still, I sang the song as I walked on innocently, “This world is not my home… I’m just passing through…”

[loyal]

[ +10 TP - Moved ]

[torankoku]

[exit.]

[torankoku]

||Enter, Shinrai!

Now that the second rounds were now over, we, the finalists for the third round, were given a time period to where we are to train and such for the next round. That time period was seemed irrevocably consistent, but it was two months that were given. My grandfather told me that the Amekage needed me, and so, he arranged this delay in the Great Test, and so I walked down the narrow paths until I felt rain touch my head. It has been quite a while since I had left the village blessed by the Amazon Rains.

And so, I would go, wondering what it was, exactly, that the Amekage needed.

[Ancestor Febrie]

Moved ~

[torankoku]

Thank you Abumi!

[Exit.]