HOMEBOUND! [P][T]

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The crystal behemoth charged forth with all its might, approaching the docks that would lead the Aburame off of this dreadful island. His hopes of training here had been a dismal failure, and so it was time to head home. As the locals screamed in terror of the charging monster, the crystal would seemingly explode, showering the entire village in crystalline dust. The reflections of light would be cast all over the town, covering it in a plethora of wonderful lights as the Chuunin touched the ground, pushing off as he charged towards the boats. Within his pockets he conjured some fare, tossing it to the men awaiting at the entrance to the boat.

A single leap would carry the Aburame onto the boat, just barely skidding over the railing as he made contact with the wood. Dusting himself off, he would move off to the front of the boat, the bells sounding as horns went off, and soon thereafter the boat was on its way. It easily traversed the waters that separated Mizu no Kuni from the rest of the world. Within no time, the Aburame would find himself again upon the dry land that was Hi no Kuni, and through the thick forests he would be able to cast his presence amongst the villagers of Taki no Kuni once more. It was time he took some more action. He was, after all, a Chuunin, and he had to play a larger role in his village.

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Name: Shouton: Odoriba (Crystal Release: Dance Floor)
Rank: D Rank
Skill: Ninjutsu
Effect: Creates a thin layer of crystal over an area that the user can create based on their Shouton: Crystallization.
Special: “Handseals”
Drawback: The user must apply chakra to their feet in order to be able to walk or run on the crystal with ease.
Description: A technique mainly meant to mess with an opponent’s footing. After performing the required handseals, the user will then place their dominant hand on the ground. A thin layer of incredibly smooth crystal will then cover the ground, making it very slippery. This technique can be very easily overcome by applying chakra to the feet, but can prove devastating against non-ninja opponents who have not mastered this ability yet. Due to the nature of Shouton, this ability can even be used on top of water, or over sand. The user can expand this floor up to thirty meters, plus fifteen meters for every rank above C Rank the user obtains.
Limit: Must have Shouton: Crystallization C Rank

A newfound bloodlust rest within the Aburame's eyes, and as he crushed the earth beneath his feet, he cackled as flowers died under his weight. He wanted to destroy, to render absolutely useless, and to create from the ashes a new entity. He wanted to bend reality and crush hopes, and he wanted most of all to be a God. He wasn't content with the status of just "the Chuunin" or some run-of-the-mill ninja. No - he had gifts that separated him from the rest, and he wanted to make use of it. When had God ever shone through and revealed himself? Never. He didn't exist in this world of ninja, war, and bloodshed.

God was merely a fairytale to calm the masses.

His seals had unleashed untold amounts of chakra, the divine energy that composed all life flowing from him as it overpowered and wilted the nearby flora. The earth itself shook as his power expanded over the landscape, and as a faint aura began to overtake him, the ground split, ripping into fissures that all originated from him. An area of sixty meters was torn through at amazing speeds, red bursts of chakra spilling out from beneath the earth as if magma pouring over the lands. Where the earth and plants died, he felt each life-force move away from the area, and now he was the master of the land. He could control this as he wanted, and he was damned if he wouldn't make use of it.

Just as quickly as the red mist had overtaken the land, it would disappear, but not entirely. Instead, it brought the earth to it, being absorbed into the soil and receding just as quickly as it had erupted. The dark smirk on the Aburame's face now shone bright, as beneath him the earth had been polished - each individual mineral had been removed of its impurities, and now what rest beneath him was a perfectly smooth sheet of crystalline earth. It's red hue reflected the light to his face, and now instead of a dark smirk there was only the color of blood. The evil creations had begun, and with them would come a newfound power. He was the God of this world, and there were others as well who could claim such a title.

He cackled as the chakra did the same throughout the rest of the area, the fissures disappearing beneath a sheet of transparent crystal. It was perfect in its dimensions, and even in its form, for it was perfectly smooth upon the top. With chakra concentrated in his feet, the Aburame slid easily and with control across this surface, and laughed as, beneath the crystal, all life began its slow descent into hell. Just as he had created it, the Aburame found that he had fallen off of it, turning now to face this massive sheet of crystal, through which the entire area around him had been coated in a shade of blood red.

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The floor of crystal upon which the Aburame stood began to break apart. Unstable in its design, it exploded into a flurry of crystal shards, which in turn broke apart into dust. His hands cast themselves again into the seals, of which he was extremely practiced in. The chakra began to amass around him as he placed it into the earth surrounding him. The chakra expanded about him, gathering the pieces of crystal that remained and then converting the molecules within the air itself. Glowing pieces of crystal dust cascaded to the earth as molecules within the air solidified, coming down to join the crystal floor. The chakra expanded upon the earth, gathering more and more crystal as it eventually reached its maximum size. Then, the chakra itself seeped into the solidified crystal, bonding it together and strengthening it. Within a moment, the creation was finished, and stepping upon the dance floor he had created, the Aburame smiled. He slid around on the floor using chakra, realizing the perfection in the technique he had created.[/font]

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Name: Shouton: Kesshouki (Crystal Release: Crystal Tree)
Rank: A Rank
Skill: Ninjutsu
Effect: Creates a large crystalline tree that can be utilized for multiple purposes.
Special: “Handseals”
Drawback: The technique doesn’t really have any value by itself, and is meant to be combined with the other Shouton: Kesshouki techniques. Strength and durability of the crystal is dependent on the user’s rank of Shouton: Crystallization.
Description: After performing the required Handseals, the Shouton user will create a large crystalline tree in their own targeted area. The tree will spring up rapidly, and as such can be used to potentially trap enemies within it. The tree, however, is hollow, and as such can also be used as a defense for the user, an ally, or a large number of allies. The tree’s height can reach as tall as the user’s Shouton: Crystallization technique will allow. Numerous long branches will come off of the tree, and each branch is covered with hundreds of crystalline leaves. The crystalline tree reflects light, and so even though it might be an emerald color, depending on the user’s whim, it is impossible to mistake what the item actually is unless otherwise covered by Genjutsu. This technique is especially helpful against fighting Taijutsu-based opponents, as, in combination with the user’s Shouton: Crystallization technique, it creates a field in which the user can move quickly in and out of an area while the opponent has to move around.
Limit: Must have Shouton no Jutsu; Shouton: Crystallization A Rank

Now that I have destroyed, it is time to create.

The stained crystal curled in on itself. The floor peeled away from its earthen containment, and condensed greatly upon itself as the crystal rolled itself and revealed the dead masses beneath it. The flora had been crushed, ruined, and torn as if stampeded by the great beasts of the world. But, no, it was only the power of the Aburame who had allowed the complete destruction of these beautiful things. He smiled as his chakra continued to expand over the crystalline floor, encasing it and causing it to fold over and in on itself. It curled from all corners, crumpling just as easily as one could fold aluminum. This was the extent of his crystal control.

This Demon of the Waterfall had killed beautiful things, rendering them useless and unwanted. After one has caused such destruction, it is possible to raise the earth in your own image. This world was a playground for the imaginative and powerful. It was not a reality set in stone. The people of this world are the God's of this world. The Aburame, watching as his creation as it continued to decrease in size, knew that this world was his canvas. The boundaries for his imagination were limitless - He was a God of this world. And the sooner the masses realized that they were each Gods in their own way, the sooner the world could bring itself to change.

Now, the floor had compressed itself to such sizes that the once sixty meter dance floor had become a mere fifteen meter sphere. Yet, even as the red aura surrounded it, it continued to compress, collapsing in on itself as the pressure of chakra hammered hard into the crystal mass. It crushed it beneath its massive weight, shaping it into a more ovular construction now as the size continued to drop rapidly. The crystal itself, having been hammered down to such extreme density, began to split and chip, where shard flew from the creation and just as soon as they had, burst into a flurry of crystalline dust that scattered across the landscape.

Finally, the floor had lifted into the air, flying high as the chakra aura continued to surround it, bashing it into the perfect shape and form that was required for the technique. As the ovular crystal structure came hurtling back towards the earth, the Demon merely extended a single hand as it came to land within his palm. The chakra had condensed the crystal so much that it now resembled a single seed, fitting clearly within the palm of the Aburame. The small, red crystal reflected the bloodlust in his eyes, as he smirked and closed his hand around the seed. It was time for his creation to begin.[/font]

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His fingers curled around the small seed that now rest within his hand. His smirk was cast with flashes of red as his fingers moved carefully over the seed. With every feeling of the smooth surface, his fingers allowed a little light to pass through, reflecting onto the face of the Aburame. If a bystander had come by the Aburame in this act, it would appear as though every few moments there was a flash of blood streaming down his face. Yet, just as soon as it would appear, his fingers would again mask the seed, coating in shadow and removing the faux blood from his expression. With the shade, too, over his eyes, he did appear rather like the demon he had become.

He walked forward slowly, pushing into the earth with every step. He did so purposely, in order to find the area of softest soil. Every step found the earth crunching beneath his feet. The gravel moved aside as he pushed into the ground, and eventually a rather soft area of soil was found. As he knelt down on one knee, he cast his hand carefully over the soil, pushing away the uppermost layer of dust and dirt as he raised his right hand and pushed it deep into the earth. The soil was cold and moist to his touch, and as his fingers pierced deeper into the soil, they began to curl, breaking the bonds of the earth and carrying soil and rock from their resting place.

Casting the handful of the dirt aside, the demon would again repeat the process. His hand cast into the depths of the earth, removing slowly and carefully the soil that rest there. The cavity he began slowly deepened, and it would eventually reach a depth of about half a foot. He would halt, looking at the roughly carved cavity as his other hand moved forward, the grip upon the evil incarnate soon loosened, and it slid from his palm and fell to the depths below. With the tiny thud as it hit the bottom of the crater, the Aburame took hold of the dirt that was cast aside, placing it over the seedling and again returning the earth to its original state.

He stood, using his foot to crush the earth and compact it as had centuries of walking had done to the earth surrounding it. Now, as the earth compacted, the Aburame cast his hands into the seals. The movements called forth the chakra that amassed itself within his body, hidden in the hundreds of points along his body. It traveled along his body, gathering in massive amounts within a single fingertip. The red aura surrounded the finger in which the energies gathered, and it shook rather violently as the Aburame raised the hand into the air, kneeling as he thrust it into the earth. It merely tapped the surface of the earth, and the chakra exploded out of his fingertip and entered the crystal seed that was now embedded within the earth.

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His finger collided with the earth, yet leaving no more than a fingerprint in the dust atop the soil. His chakra, however, exploded throughout the dirt, moving swiftly within every single little crevice to finally reach the spawn that had been left beneath the earth. The red aura was able to pierce through the darkness of the earth, revealing a faint red glow that burst through even the surface of the earth. Soon, this faded away, the chakra being absorbed by the extremely condensed seed. The Demon now walked away, moving several meters away while he watched as his creation would come to life. He had truly become a God now. He was no longer just a tool of the leaders of the world. He was what they would fear the most.

What was more fearful than that which had been trained as a weapon and had realized its power? Who could contain the great beast of war who has gained self-consciousness? No one. Today, he became the force that served only himself. He was a self-realized God of this world, a Demon that marched upon the earth and used it to his will. He smirked as the ground trembled from the force of his seed, and the chakra absorbed into the seed began to break apart the seed. A single split formed along the bottom of it, and his "child" would soon be born. From the underside of the seed, the split glowed with chakra, and soon the divine substance would crawl forth into the surrounding earth.

The chakra curled and twisted unevenly, as if even it couldn't contain its extreme power. That which made up all life could not hold itself in, and it pierced the earth randomly and uncontrollably, solidifying as it took in the surrounding earth and created crystal. The chakra dug deep into the soil, curling around itself and spreading deep into the earth as it erupted from the seed. The roots of evil began to take their place, and as soon as they had ruptured the earth, they brought it back together and held it within place. Now, the sides of the seed split, and from it came more chakra. It spread outwards and down, expanding the vast root system that would make up the foundation of the technique.

The roots grew, moving earth at the surface as they pushed through with a strength that could match that of Mother Earth. Not only had he realized his potential, but now he had the power to stand up to the elements. Thousands of years of Nature's work had moved the soil and rocks here, and within mere moments he had torn it to pieces and created his own life. He smiled as the earth moved here and there, and he knew that beneath the surface, his creation was budding. It was the seed he had planted that would cause the destruction of so many, and this corrupting agent would only grow as it fed off of the mass amounts of energy placed within it.

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Finally, the outer shell of the seedling was shed, as the split moved from the bottom, to the sides, and finally circled the entirety of the spawn. As the light outer shell cracked off, the roots were able to burst about the earth more freely, and from the top of the seed rose a single stem. It was no bigger than half a centimeter in size, yet it was powerful enough to expand through the earth with ease. Utilizing the condensed crystal as its source, the stem climbed through the soil, breaking through soil and climbing around rocks as it soon came to the surface. It bashed against the layer, to no avail, and continued to push upwards.

The stem itself curled and twisted, the pressure building as, finally, the surface of the soil shifted. Pebbles above the earth rolled as it began to move upwards, and finally a small crack appeared in the surface. From it, the tiniest glimpse of red could be seen, crawling onto the earth and falling limp as it had come out. It crawled across the earth for about three centimeters before the seed released another stem. It, too, curled around the soil and rocks, using the first as its guide. It was roughly the same size, and it twisted around the original stem to find its way to the surface. There, it crawled onto the earth in the opposite direction as the first stem.

A third and fourth stem burst from the seed, feeding off of the chakra and crystal rather willingly as they built upon one another, twisting again around the first and second and around each other as they came to the surface. It was here that each stem separated, and now there was one stem pointing in each of the directions. North, South, East, and West - the stems lay flat, five centimeters from the point of surface rupture, and perfectly in a cross shape. Demonic laughter came as the Aburame watched this seed expand, and from the twisting stems beneath the earth came a fifth stem. It rose straight into the air, standing at the center of each of the directional stems.

Originating from the fifth stem came four points, crawling down from the top to touch the ends of each of the four laying stems. This creation would have created a miniature pyramid upon the earth, with all the origins of the crystalline plant having started at the ruptured soil and beneath the earth. Crystal now rose from each of the four ends, straight into the air before another crystalline line emerged to connect each of the extensions to the center stem. Now resting on the surface was a solid block of crystal, square in shape and merely sitting upon the soil. It was a start, and soon the laying stems would emit a circling crystalline line, creating a cylinder of the structure upon the ground. And so, it had begun.

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The crystal, now, had begun and completed the circling line. Instead of a cube upon the earth, there now rest a cylinder. It was perfectly smooth in its design, but of course, nothing could remain perfect. Suddenly, the base of the cylinder trembled, and bursting from it came more roots, much larger than those that had originated with the seed. They dug into the ground and surrounded the original roots. With their massive size, they were much more effective than that which were created by the original seed. Now, as the roots erupted from the cylinder, a rough, bark-like shape began to overtake the whole exterior of the creation. The roots continued to expand, ripping through earth and rock.

The earth fluctuated in the areas were the roots expanded, and each was roughly a foot thick at this point. The earth now shone bright red in many areas where the roots continued to rupture and then dig once more. The trunk of the tree, too, began to crawl upwards into the air, and the jagged creations of the growing trunk gave the appearance of some form of windstorm ripping the tree in half. The crystal darted upwards rather jaggedly, and they seemed to rip through the air itself with every climbing step. The crystal climbed, now, to a height of about twenty feet before it stopped.

The tree currently resembled a trunk, its roots deep within the earth and existent all around, yet with the top torn off violently. Rough, jagged spikes had taken form at the top of the creation, as chakra enveloped the trunk and gave it the bark-like appearance that all trees had. But this exterior, instead, formed several feet away from the actual trunk of the tree. Now, the crystal expanded in order to connect with that exterior, thickening the width of the tree as the roots were finally coming to a stop. The trembling of the earth had long since stopped, and now all that remained was the creation of the upper canopy.

The tree continued to thicken, however, until its trunk had reached about four feet in diameter. The rough-appearing exterior was actually smooth to the touch, as it was composed entirely of crystal of the Aburame's design. It bore the appearance of a real tree, except for the fact that it was a dark red due to the crystalline nature. He smirked as the beauty of his seedling came to life. Who ever thought that such simple creatures could create an object of such beauty? Through the unfinished design, light was cast about the different crystals, being reflected and refracted in such a way as to cast a red hue over the entire clearing.

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It was beautiful, as the blood red hue coated the entire clearing. The sight of this faux blood could never truly mimic that of the real thing, but the appearance of some form of bodily explosion was a beautiful sight to behold for the Aburame. His recent bloodlust had fueled his desires to expand his knowledge over the techniques of the world, and now he knew that he was only just tapping into his true potential. He truly believed he was a God on this earth. Yet, he also knew the truth, and that was that all other people were also God's of their own. The only problem was they were weak, and unable to realize their potential. They would be slaughtered as all weaklings are in nature.

So, this crystalline behemoth towered above the other flora of the empty clearing, as its red hue and massive size cast its glorious image over the area. It was, in itself, a divine creation, for its creator was the self-proclaimed Demonic God. Its existence was a miracle, as the tree continued to shift the daggers that arose at the top of its trunk. They swirled around randomly as, suddenly, they began to expand. They curled about the air as they moved about one another. They grew in width and formed the larger branches that would eventually sprout the rest of the creation from their berth.

The crystalline branches curled out into the sky, casting great shadows of twisting shapes and sizes over the earth below. The entire creation, as the light pierced it, glowed beautifully and had an aura about it from the refracted light. The area around appeared to glow, as well, as the tree began to expand and cast its light with more strength. The jagged branches curled outwards for at least fifteen feet away from the base that they originated at, and their great number and thickness gave the appearance of the tree itself being upside down within the earth. At the end of each branch was a razor tip, warding off those would attempt to defile the divine creation.

At this point, the roots originally created by the seed had solidified into one massive base root, and it was that root that struck the earth and connected all other roots to it and to the rest of the tree. Should one approach from beneath the tree, they would find that each root, too, had a great spine upon its tip, warding off all that would attempt to destroy the beauty of the will of this God. Iizuka smirked as he was coated in the red light, as if submerged in a red sea but with all the freedom to move as normal. The seed beneath was now within a small cavity at the base of the trunk, held in the center by hundreds of minuscule roots and still glowing with the power of chakra.

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Now, the crystal structures that were the branches of this divine beast began to bud. Upon each of the thick branches came more branches, lesser in size yet just as twisting and threatening as their larger counterparts. Upon each of this hundreds of smaller branches began another budding. The chakra from the seed poured forth immensely, moving throughout the root system created previously and traveling through the great tree, giving it a demonic glow as it traveled to the branches. Each branch took on a more bark-like appearance, yet retaining the sharp point upon the tips of each. The branches had now taken up the space above the tree, having expanded in such a way as to make it look bare.

The cackling began once more as each branch budded hundreds, if not thousands more of the small stems. Each twisted into the air, around each other, and through whatever space they were allowed. The Aburame stood in mere awe as the tree continued its seemingly endless growth. He was proud to have created such a beautiful thing, as the curling branches overtook the air and continued to cast the endless glow over the area. If one were to look onwards from a distance away, they could even see the massive red glow as it rose from the earth, actually seemingly coloring the air with its great reach.

The trunk of the tree, again, began to thicken to math the size of the flowing branches. It began to hollow out, using the crystal to expand on the height and size of the tree. It crawled into the air, reaching a gargantuan height of fifty feet. As compared to the local trees, it was a towering monstrosity that could have only been created by unnatural means. But, what did God do that was natural? Nothing. Why waste time waiting on nature when you can just as easily contort it to your image at your whim? The Aburame merely smirked as he stood, arms folded, watching the spire that was his creation.

The branches, too, began their expansion. They needed to match the proportions of the rest of the tree, and so they exploded outwards. Using the crystal from within the hollowing trunk, they grew massively and swiftly, and their twisted shape could only be defined as the kind that haunted the cemeteries, mansions, and abandoned estates in the autumn or winter, where all leaves have disappeared and the outline of each tree was only defined by the moon shining brightly behind it. This was the appearance of what the Aburame had created. The only difference was that it reflected its own light and cast it about, yet the size was threatening in itself. The razor points of each branch glistened in the sunlight, and so it was almost complete.

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Rise, my creation! Become your destiny!

The branches that adorned the mantle of the gargantuan trunk now budded once more, but this time more branches did not erupt from them. Now, the true beauty of the technique was to be realized, as the most minuscule piece of crystal thread curled forth from hundreds of positions along the many branches, curling around itself in order to increase its size. It was paper thin, and moved outwards from the branch. The million follicles could be seen in the shadows of each branch, as they now grew against the outline of the sky and were revealed as what appeared to be a million tiny red hairs. The branches spawned them with ease, and soon it would be complete.

Each individual follicle now expanded in width. To do this, the follicles expelled even tinier follicles from themselves, resembling the vein outline that can be seen in a leaf. They were a lighter shade of red than the rest of the crystalline structures, but were soon encompassed as the crystal began its expansion. What surrounded the sides of these tiny veins was a crystal that bore a majestic emerald color. The emerald surrounded the ruby color of the veins, and from each of these crystals light could be reflected. The mixture of green and red created a beautiful display as they mixed or reflected off of one another, coating the area once more in its colorful arrangement.

Each of these emerald pieces would connect to the side opposite it, fully completing the individual leaves. All along the right side of the tree, these graceful leaves would have begun sprouting. They grew with rapid speed, and gave the appearance of a wave of green blooming over the blood red tree. The leaves fanned over the canopy of the crystalline structure, and soon the outside of the tree was completely covered in these many leaves. The interior, too, began to bloom, as each branch sprouted hundreds upon hundreds of these leaves. The massive canopy cast a dark shadow as it began to be filled with the leaves.

This dark shadow would glow a faint green, with only tints of red now, as the canopy blocked most of the sun and reflected it in its own color. The dark green hue that now encompassed the field covered the Aburame, and he began his maniacal laughter as he looked up at his creation. What more beauty could a God of this world create? To have constructed something so beautiful was truly a remarkable feat. The Aburame moved to his creation, running a single hand over the rough-appearing trunk, only to find that the crystal was smooth to the touch. It was greatly defined and resembling of the trees, but it was not the creation of Mother Nature. It was his expansion of energy, his time, his effort, and his construction. That was what made this being holy.

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Name: Shouton: Kesshou Konoha (Crystal Release: Crystal Leaves)
Rank: D Rank
Skill: Ninjutsu
Effect: Allows the user to shoot a spray of Crystallized leaves from their Shouton: Kesshouki technique.
Special: “Handseals”
Drawback: The technique can usually be fairly easily seen due to how the crystals reflect light.
Description: After the user has created a Crystalline Tree, they can follow up with this technique, sending a spray of up to ten crystallized leaves towards an opponent. Acting similar to kunai, they nonetheless have the strength of the user’s Shouton: Crystallization technique. This technique may be relearned a number of times, increasing the number of leaves the user is capable of firing off by ten each time that the technique is learned. The limit for these leaves is 200 at once.
Limit: Must know Shouton: Kesshouki.

Thud.

The single leaf fell to the earth, its crystalline make up allowing it to pierce the earth as it collided with it. It stood now, straight up, facing the Aburame as he had dropped it. Sitting now within the branches of the tree, he had plucked a single leaf, holding it within his hands to examine the extent of his creation. Each leaf was razor sharp to the touch, and upon his creation there were hundreds, if not thousands. Their earthen glow was reflected all about the area, as the thousand leaves glittered in the sunlight and refracted it about the area. Sitting here, among their masses, one was nearly invisible.

Hidden by the leaves and further hidden by his color, which was green due to the many leaves, he stoop up, using the branches for support and having adorned his own crystal armor now to avoid injury amongst the branches. He had often used the trees for his travel about countries. Their trunks were always an obstacle, and to be able to travel high above them was a benefit he had known since his early days in the Genin life. As he looked about his emerald field, he smirked. His hands clasped together as chakra moved to his feet, holding him in his place as he performed the hand seals. He moved slowly, appreciating the beauty in his creation before it became a weapon of his destruction.

The chakra moved evenly about the nearby branch, flowing through its entirety as it began to glow with its heavenly aura. The divine creation began to glow more so where the chakra amassed, which was within ten stems that connected the leaves to the branches. The light was cast throughout the nearby branches and leaves as well, creating an orchestra of colorful displays about the interior of the tree. His hands continuously flowing through the seals, the chakra was molded to the Aburame's liking, slowly burning through the stems that held each individual leaf to its branch.

Soon enough, they snapped, and what was left was the hovering leaves, directly next to the points from which they had broken off. Smiling, the Aburame would perform a final hand seal, his arm flying forward as he directed the chakra. The energies that had been amassed within the stems of the leaves would suddenly explode, launching each of the ten leaves forward. They cut through the air remarkably easy, swirling as they came to make contact with the earth below. They cut deep into it due to the force of the technique as well as the strength of the crystal creations. Smiling, the Aburame slid from his perch, moving to inspect each of the leaves within the earth.

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Name: Shouton: Hyoumenka Kitsui (Crystal Release: Intense Breaking)
Rank: A Rank
Skill: Ninjutsu
Effect: Causes any Crystal creation of the Shouton user to shatter, but maintain its’ durability, creating shrapnel that may be controlled for one movement.
Special: “Handseals”, gesture
Drawback: Using this technique gives opponents captured by Shouton techniques a chance to escape.
Description: Although capturing is usually preferred within the Ninja World, sometimes one must kill. In those situations, it is usually preferable to kill quickly, rather than slowly. Performing the right handseals will cause any Crystalline formation that the user wishes to shatter, potentially creating hundreds of shards of sharp, jagged crystal pieces. With a singular gesture, the user is then capable of directing these pieces of shrapnel, sending them flying with startling speeds. This technique differs from simply releasing command of the crystal and watching it disintegrate due to the fact that the crystal shatters, but still exists and can be controlled and turned into an offensive weapon.
Limit: Must have Shouton no Jutsu; Shouton: Crystallization A Rank. Must have 500 TP in Shouton techniques.

But what was creation...

Without destruction?

Alas, it was true. He had acquired much more power within his abilities dealing with crystal. He had risen above the ranks of many in his simple training. Yet, it was not enough. He craved more power - and it was power he would receive. It was not enough to achieve a simple mastery. One had to be the best. And to become the best, one had to continue improving. Casting his hazel gaze to the glimmering tree, he merely snickered. All good things had to come to an end. All beautiful things eventually soured, and it would be the same for any creation he made, no matter how divine in nature it should be. As he considered what he had been able to do with this simple tree, he realized it was all he would do.

He took his footing to the base of the tree itself, reaching out and running a hand over its smooth, crystalline surface. He sighed as he looked up into the great canopy of the tree. It was so beautiful; every leaf glittered with an emerald hue, and the branches were a ruby red. The trunk itself was a pink color, but the mixture together created a wonderful sight. But he had become bored with it, and, as a God, he could not become attached to his creations. To become attached was to allow weakness. No, he would not allow that to happen. Instead, he would recycle his creations into something that could serve his purpose and yet remove all attachment to them.

He would create, and then he would destroy.

He ran his hand again over the smooth exterior of the trunk. It came to rest at his chest height, and he sighed. It was something he didn't want to have to do, but with the physical attachment to the creation of beauty, it would only slow him down. Chakra welled within his hand, and for a moment his palm glowed with the demonic red hue. His stance strengthened, and he prepared himself as the chakra rocketed forth from his palm. It tore easily through the tree, actually blowing him backwards a step as the crystal shattered into hundreds of minuscule shards. Yet, the chakra hung heavily within the air for but a moment, and it was in this moment that the Aburame must make his move.

His other hand swung forward, controlling the chakra that hovered within the air. There, too, were the shards, still free-falling after the initial blast. The movement, however, was so quick that the control from his second hand blasted the shards through the opposite side of the tree. They launched with the chakra powering their rocketing, and soon enough they would collide with the real trees at the edges of the clearing. The wood splintered and broke, allowing for shards of wood to fall off around the area where each spike made contact. It was one thing to create and destroy. It was another to create and destroy absolutely. By the time he was finished, there would be no forest to speak of.[/font]

[zuka]

The shards pierced the woods that stood at the edge of the clearing, tearing through the bark and sending splinters about the area. Where the pieces of crystal matter made contact, there were only white gashes within the wood. These scars would be the remnants of the technique that was to come. The Demon gazed at these marks through the hole created from the blast, viewing it as a marker of his own progress. He smiled, turning his head to gaze at the top of the tree. The beautiful crystalline branches were soon to be next. Each individual leaf was a time bomb waiting to explode, and, consequently, be sent at the next target. They were his creations.

They were his to control.

A single leaf disconnected from its hinge, drifting downwards at a rather high speed. It fell easily within the Aburame's hand, who remained unscathed due to the armor that surrounded his person. The loud clang of crystal against crystal resounded against the rest of the area, echoing rather loudly as he raised the leaf to eye level. He gazed deep into the crystal, seeing just faintly the view on the other side. It was slightly transparent, and through it he cast his gaze with a green hue. A second leaf, now, disconnected, and on its descent he again caught it. He cast both over in his hands, regarding the flawless design with which they had been adorned.

He moved both leaves into his left hand, continuing to disconnect leaves until he had four within his one hand. One leaf rest between each pair of fingers or thumb, and he turned his wrist so as to view each individual leaf. It was amazing what one could do with a little chakra and time, and as he smirked he could see his devilish reflection embedded in the crystal. He turned it again, and his visage was gone. Now, the glaring light reflected off of the leaves and cast his portrait with green light. Streaks of red from the "veins" of the leaf were also present among the rainbow that the crystal was creating. His right hand began to well with chakra, and the fingertips again began to glow.

Lightly, he brought the tip of his finger to each of the leaves. He lightly touched them, and with each embrace the leaves would glow bright with overwhelming chakra. Sparks of energy flew from them, obviously having been overcharged for their durability. Yet each retained its shape rather easily, and the lost chakra was of no concern to the Aburame. The haunting glow of chakra was now tossed into the air, a simple flick of his wrist sending the four leaves spiraling through the air. A mere snap of the fingers, and the chakra burst within the leaves. They were torn apart and rendered into shards, and with a second flick of his wrist, the minuscule shards were sent veering off in another direction. Again, the trees could be heard as they splintered and broke, shattering as the needles made contact with the bark.

[zuka]

You are my creation.

The kick came swift upon the crystal branch, clashing with it with a massive, echoing crash. The crystal itself shattered at the point of contact, and the shards that came from such were launched into the ground. The branch, however, was relatively unscathed, and as it seemingly fell forever towards the earth, it would be caught within the Aburame's hand. Mid-air, he continued the motion of his kick until he had felt flat ground beneath him. All around where he stood the shattered crystal was within the earth. It glistened in the light, refracting its ever dominant red hue about the earth where it stood. Within moments, the shards themselves would shatter into dust, disappearing with the wind.

You are mine to control.

The branch now in hand, the Aburame glanced over it, his hand again caressing the branch as if a child. It, too, glistened in the light, casting its red glow directly into the eyes of the Demon. His smile was small, yet threatening - almost creepy as he turned the branch over within his hands. It was beautiful, this thing he had created. The entire tree was beautiful. But, it was not his limit. His only limits were his imagination. He could create what others deemed impossible. He would not fall to the standards of those who had feared to attempt to reach their potential. Just because some old men decided it was impossible, does that make it true?

Chakra flowed out through his palms, evenly moving throughout the branch. From seemingly hundreds of points, miniature follicles sprung outwards, blooming as circular discs of crystal connected with one another. Soon enough, crystal flowed through each of the open spaces that were created from the connecting discs. The branch itself began to expand outwards in a similar fashion, growing into a full circle. It took the form of a buckler shield, easily held within the Aburame's hand as he threw it to the sky above. It twirled and through the structure light shone brilliantly, spinning with the disc as his hands again came together.

You are mine to destroy.

The bird, the dragon, the rat - all faux animals of his army through which he could create the energy and mold it from within. The great power welled from deep within him, exploding forward as it came to circulate throughout his systems. He was rejuvenated - filled with vigor as he watched the disc begin its long descent. Time was moving so slow; he could see every individual spiral of the disc, counting them subconsciously as his hand extended. A powerful blast of chakra blew forth from his palm, striking hard into the disc. It shattered, and as the time continued to move slowly, he watched the individual cracks move from center to the edges of the disc.[/font]