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Bone Claws
Rank: "D"
Skill: TaiJutsu
Effect: The user pushes the knuckles of their fingers a little outwards and quickly exerts out three claws from the indents of the knuckles into three like claws.
Special: ---
Drawback: "D" As long as the claws are out the user will undergo the disease capability because of the bones being within the inner body as well as the natural healing capability found within the Bones of the user.
Description: The user exerts outwards three claws from their inner part of their skin that is located near their knuckles. The bones along their fingers and the muscles along their fingers push out the bones in a hardened shape form. The bone solidifies making it seem like three large like claws as the claws are pushed out in a distance of approximately eighteen inches in length.
Limit: Kaguya Bloodlimit, Must know Bone Pulling

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The sound of silence whispered over the daylight as I stood over the field of wet moist grass coming in between the courtyard of the Kaguya Family household. The wet mist and the chilly day had been a perfect mixture for some training. I stood in front of Master Sho would stood not too far from me in a ready position. He was my mentor. My guide. He was my torturer. He was to help me get stronger. And by doing so I would not be undermined. Interesting days are too come. He knew my disability. He knew my incapability but he didn’t care. As long as I could walk, and see and had the will to fight then he would never care. With a cold glance he would nod to ask whether or not I was ready. The language of the mute.

With a glance of despair Master Sho came over and grabbed my hand. He signalled and punctured 3 set of bones on my hand that I was suppose to advance forward. This was the ideal attack of the kaguya called the bone claws technique. He would then step away about arms distance from me and crossed his arms over his chest. At first I thought he was just scratching but in one swift motion he would bring his hands downwards and at the same motion claws would extend forward at a crashing space. It was interesting. The claws came like a panther that wields its claws or like a samurai with his sword. It would have to be swift and together. With that understanding I would try to attempt to do the jutsu.

I would quickly place my hands over my chest way the same way Master Show had shown me. It would be quick and swift as possible. Being mute was a disability indeed but it didn’t mean I was incapable. Which was the point I tried to show everyone. Being mute had nothing to do with anything other than the fact that I couldn’t spill information. I would remember practicing Bone Pulling technique that I had performed. What a sweet tale that was indeed. Of course that was mostly meant for one bone at a time. Now it would be 6 at a time and projected and stopped at the same distance. I would took a deep breath in and while clashing my hands downwards I would unleash two sets of claws.

After the completion of the technique I had to learn how to use them. They were an extension of my hands which basically meant that they would be a part of me. It wouldn’t matter how well I knew the jutsus if I didn’t know how to apply them into a situation they would only mean dead weight carried onto my hands. My Master would speak with a strong firm tone. “Now. Explain to me the Advantages and drawbacks of this technique.” I would look at him. Being mute it would be difficult to communicate but seeing as how I had been with my Master for such a long time it would be easy. With various hand signs I would speak a conversation to him. A big disadvantage would be the shortness and the distance it can only hit. Advantages would be damage. My master smiled then disappeared into the mist.

It was something my master loved to do which was to disappear and hide into the mist. With that done he could attack from any side and move as swiftly as possible. I looked to see for any signs of him but as I turned to my left I see a scratch come at my face grazing my cheek as I passed backwards. The damage was enough to spin me towards the ground. As I fell for a hard thump I knew my master would not stop. I would roll on the ground as I heard his claws come crashing down and penetrating the soft earth. As he tried to get it un stuck I would weild my own claws and charge where I was. Quickly swiping at his shadow to find him not longer present. He had to keep a safe distance. Enough so that I cannot reach him dut to my arms length but enough for his. With that in thought I heard the swiping of his claws to my left and I quickly ducked and lunged with my claws penetrating his legs. With a feint sound I heard “Good job son”

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Spread my roots
Rank: D
Skill: Enables the user to stay in place.
Effect: Taijutsu
Special: None
Drawback: Leaves holes in sandals or shoes. Doesn’t work on wet or weak terrain such as sand or mud.
Description: Using the ability to manipulate bones within one’s body, the user releases bones from the sole of their feet, similar to “Dance of the Seedling Ferns” though on a much smaller scale. With this technique the user is only as strong as their bones are which means a D-rank user can only withstand the shockwave or power of a D-rank strike, a C-rank user the strength of a C-rank, and so on and so forth. This technique was designed for the Taijutsu influence this blood limit has on the shinobi world, which makes sure they aren’t blown away from their enemy that would otherwise try to increase their distance apart from another through the use of a shockwave or wind-like jutsu. The bones created are much like roots in the ground, spreading in random directions into the earth, spreading to a maximum ten foot diameter and ten feet deep.
Limit: Kaguya


Lin arrived back at the clearing, his mind clear for once. There was no sign of Oni, or any distractions. He was here to train his Kaguya bloodline; he had been concentrating too much on his fire and medical techniques. Specifically, he was going to practice a technique that was only known as “Spread My Roots.”

Lin bent down and slid off his shoes, and closed his eyes, feeling the bone in his legs and feet. He had decided to try to see how deep he could send his bone’s first. He focused on the bones, and just shot them straight into the earth, trying to gauge the distance that they could go into the ground. The bones reached about ten feet deep, but going straight down wouldn’t help him very much. He retracted the bone to about a foot deep, and then tried to shoot the bone out in as many directions as he could. They all reached in a radius around him about ten feet as well.

Now it was time to try them at the same time; depth and width, as well as shooting in all directions. Lin opened his eyes and looked at the dead tree in the middle of the clearing. He saw the roots that stretched from the tree’s trunk, and tried to visualise that in his mind. He imagined those roots, made of bone, stretching from his feet and into the ground in every direction. He focused on his bones and shot them out of his feet. They spread out, parts of bone shooting from the main root that he sent into the ground. He felt the bones that went outward only reach a radius of about five feet, but he wasn’t too worried about that. The bone that he sent downward reached about eight feet into the ground.

Lin didn’t bother retracting the bone; he was going to focus harder and force them down and out to the maximum distance that they could go. He focused on the radius first, pushing the bones outward as fast as he could. They didn’t move very fast, but at least they were moving. He slowly pushed them out and out, some of the bone-roots coming up through the ground like real tree roots did. That was unexpected and interesting.

After he had fully forced the bones outward, he focused on forcing them downward. This was a lot harder than it sounded, but not entirely undoable. He forced the bones down into the ground; again they were stretching out in every direction, cementing him in place. When they reached the maximum length down, he began to retract them.

When the bones returned to his body, he closed his eyes and focused on the calcium that was his inheritance. He took a deep breath, held it, and then forced the bones outward and downward as fast as he could. They shot out of the bottom of his feet and into the ground, moving faster than before. They grew into the ground until they reached ten feet deep and stretched outward from his in a ten foot radius in every direction around the Kaguya shinobi. Lin tried lifting his legs, but they didn’t move. Satisfied, he retracted the bones from the ground and walked to the dead tree, putting his pack down and closing his eyes. Moving his bones outward like that wasn’t something he was used to.

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Tsubaki no Mai (Dance of the Camellia)
Rank: "B"
Skill: TaiJutsu
Effect: A technique known where the user takes their own bone along their arm, and uses it in a dance formation attacking all those around, while still moving giving them the agility speed to evade certain capabilities.
Special: ---
Drawback: The first initial movement of taking out the bone costs as much as a normal "C" Rank due to its extreme size.
Dance of the Kaguya. This technique allows the kaguya to strike twice within the same movement. The reason this technique comes after the Yanagi no Mai in training is because of the speed with which these 2 strikes can be delivered. Though you are losing 2 strikes between this and its predecessor, you are gaining exceptional speed. While performing this dance you move at a speed as if you were 1 rank higher then you actually are are (S ranks gain 2 movements). So for each of those movements you will be capable of striking 2 times.
Limit: Kaguya Bloodlimit, Must know Bone Pulling, Must know Yanagi no Mai (Dance of the Willows)


After a couple hours of rest Lin got back to his feet and was ready to start the second dance. He wanted to learn the Tsubaki no Mai (Dance of the Camellia). This is yet another dance that the Kaguya are famous for. Although this one is not as elegant as the Yanagi no mai it is a lot faster. This would make him hard target to hit. It would allow him to strike before the opponent can react and this would be a great advantage.

Lin went right to work he had enough of just sitting around. He wanted to start by working on making his main weapon like he did for the last dance. He knew it was a
sword that resembled a katana. He first started to gather calcium up into his arm and you could see the calcium rushing to his arm. As more of the calcium fragments clumped together he started to make the handle of the sword. When half the handle was made he started to pop it out from his shoulder. It came out about 2-3 inches from his shoulder. He took in a deep breath then started to pull the rest of the handle from his shoulder. The handle and arm bone were attached together to form the blade. He screamed in agony as the long bone was removed. He was in pain until he formed another arm bone.

The blade itself wasn’t that great but it was good for a first try. He took a few deep breaths and gathered some more of the calcium. Then he began to force another sword from his shoulder. He made the handle the same way and he used the arm bone in the same way just this time he used the free floating calcium to line it and make it look better. Lin began to pull it out the extra calcium instantly started to replace it. This was less painful from the time before. This sword looked better than the first one but it still could use some work. He continued to pull the bone sword from his arm until he was satisfied with what he found. In the end it was not as elegant as the Yanagi no mai but it was still able to be very deadly.

Lin had completed the first part of this dance but the second part was going to be a lot harder. Before he actually started the second part he removed all the toxic calcium from his body. The part he was going to work on now is what really makes this technique so astonishing. It is the incredible speed which allows the user to attack before the opponent could react. He knew for this he would need to work on his own reaction time, his arm control for when he was wielding the sword, and his speed in general.

He knew he had a lot to do so he got right to work. The first thing he was working on was his general speed. He was already somewhat quick from his training of Yanagi no mai but he wanted to be even quicker than that. He began by forming 4 different clones. He than aligned the clones so they formed a square. The final thing he wanted to do was perform the third eye technique. The reason he did this was so he could see what he was doing and critic himself. It was like having a second person watching you to tell you what you were doing wrong. He than started running the perimeter of the square. Changing various thing like his stride length, and running on his heal to running on his toes and so on. He continually changed different thing until he found the best combination of everything and he was moving the fastest his body would let him. He was out of breath from this so he decided to take a long enough break to gather his breath.

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Now that he was faster he needed to work on his reaction. The reason he wanted to was so if he were rushing toward his opponent and his opponent set a trap he would have a better chance of getting around it and striking his opponent. For this he just set off into the woods, running at his new top speed. Quickly jumping out of the way of trees and jumping over shrubs. After about a mile he jumped up into a tree and went back the way he came. He jumped from branch to branch going in-between the smallest spaces possible and reacting as quick as he could. When he got back to the opening he was practicing in earlier He took another break to think how else he could work on his reaction.

After about an hour he had thought of a couple different plans some of which he wasn’t able to do. He wanted to use his clones in a fight but his clones couldn’t do any movements so that was out. His next idea was to form different sand shuriken. With these shuriken he could send them into the sky using sand controlling. Once they were as high as he could put the let them go. They would fall a couple at a time and it would be as if they were raining down from the sky. Also as they would begin there decent to earth, he would need to react and doge each one. This plan would take along time to complete because it would take time to make all the sand shuriken and the sand for them. Then all he would need to take the time to let his chakra build up before he could raise them into the sky.

He sighed and got to work knowing all the things he had to do. He quickly performed the soil conversion technique making only a few meters each time. Then when he had a lot of sand he started to form a bunch of sand shuriken. He made about 25 and noticed the process was going faster than he thought it would. He quickly took the shuriken and sent them up into the air. When the reached about 25 meters in the air he decided to do something so he would know where the sand shuriken were going to fall he started to rotate them, slowly, in a big circle. He than released 10 of the shuriken, they quickly plummeted to the earth freely Quickly he started to doge them one by one then he let go the rest of the shuriken as he was dogging the first group. After all of them had hit the earth he noticed he had some scratches along his arms and legs but they were nothing big.

He than stopped and re-gathered his chakra. He was happy with that he was able to have such a great reaction speed just it wasn’t enough. He wanted to completely doge them with out getting any scratches or scrapes. When he gathered all his chakra he made another ten sand shuriken, to add to his 25, and sent them all into the air. He began rotating them again. He released 15 of the shuriken and as he began to doge then shuriken he lost control of the rest. He successfully dogged the first 15 and only got hit by one from the rest. Although he didn’t doge all of them he was happy with the results, but he still wanted to try one more time. This time he was going to use less shuriken but add sand clones.

The sand clones were just going to sit on the ground and be an obstacle. His goal was not to run into the clones and doge every shuriken. He sent 20 sand shuriken the full 25 meters into the air and began to rotate to bunch of them. He sent out five then a few seconds later he sent out another five. Then as he began to doge them he sent the rest. Lin quickly dogged every single one and was careful not to run into any of the clones. He was very happy with these results and felt he felt he was ready to move on to practice his sword wielding.

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Lin took a few deep breaths and closed his eyes putting himself in his own little place, shutting everything else around him out. With his mind free he began to remove the bone sword from his shoulder. When it was fully removed he opened his eyes again. He started off simple taking a few downward swings right out in front of him. He than took a few side swings and a few upward swings. After he warmed up a little and got somewhat use to the sword he felt he was ready to start the real training.

He started off by trying different combinations of attacks he could use with the sword. Downward strike to a side strike than to a twist and an upward strike. He did several different combinations one after the other, not stopping to take a single break for a hour. He was practicing using the sword, continually, for so long so that in battle his arm won’t get tired. After about ten minutes he did it again. Non stop for an hour he did different combinations of attacks with a sword. He tried to move as gracefully as possible to help each strike flow together. He did all different types of jabs, spins, and slash attacks, he also twirled the sword in several spots, but none of the attacks flowed the same way as the Yanagi no mai, none of them were as graceful, but he knew this would be just as deadly.

After he had worked on his different combinations and the stamina in his arm he was ready to work on the speed. He started off doing one combination slowly, moving from one strike to another. About ever 15 strikes he began to move faster and faster. As he gradually got faster he did different combinations. He finally got so fast that all you could see was when he was changing the direction of the sword. He was happy with his skill with the sword so now it was time to put it all together.

His plan was to form A hundred clones. The clones would be spaced a foot to two feet apart and if looked at from above they would form a square. Lin was going to start on one side of the square and on the other side would be a clone surrounded by four other. This was the clone he would have to get to and take down. He would need to manoeuvre between all the clones and get to his target. He had a lot of work to do so wasting no time at all he got to work.

He already had sand from the last clones and shuriken he mad so he was already half done with the preparation. Now all he needed to do was make the clones. He made all the clones taking break only when he needed to build up his chakra. Finally when he was done the sky was orange and red from the setting sun. It was just about half way behind the tree line Lin knew it was getting late but he had enough time to attempt the full technique a couple of times. He set off in like he was in a rush. He successfully made it into the center of the square before he hit into a clone but it didn’t stop him, he continued on finally making it to his target clone. He jumped slightly into the air flying into the first clone with a quick swipe of his sword couple slashes and jabs with his sword he took out the fore clones surrounding the target clone and then with one more swipe he took out his target.

When he finished he set up for another go, quickly restoring the clones he destroyed. When he finished he knew he had time for one last go. He quickly dashed back to the other side of the square. Swiftly he pulled the bone from his shoulder. He took a deep breath and set off like dynamite flying into the mass of clones. He was moving like lightning, quick and deadly. When he got to his target clone he wasted no time he had just a few seconds before the sun fully set and he would run out of light. One by one he took the five clones down. As he took the last clone down the sun fully set. Lin dropped to his knees and looked up into the night sky with happiness. He released the sand clones and they all dropped into piles of sand. His day of training was over and if. Anything he needed to do he would do in the morning. Then suddenly someone grabbed my shoulder. "I saw you training. You are doing everything wrong child." Master Sho. My dad. I was in big trouble.

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Master Sho was my dad. He had loved me for who i was which was a mute 8 year old who could probably not accomplish to anything but who wished to be a better ninja which would mean that he would continue to try for his son to accomplish. He would take out the bones that I had stuck into his body armour with a hard wince. “Good job child. You had stuck it into my body armour pretty good. I mean The body armour doesn’t really break as hard as many things but this was more than anything.” He smiled. I felt the warming approval of my father glowing. At first in the beginning of my birth I would feel that he was disappointed to have a birth defect child. “Well child. Time for your next technique okay.” With that he would clap his hands and pots of sand fell from the roof tied on by string. This was not going to be fun.

“There are 24 pots of hard clay topped with sand inside. You have to break them fully within a time limit of 12 seconds. Not more not less. Do that and we can continue with the training.” He smiled and I stared at his empty smile. If I was to attempt to attack and finish this I would have to attack 2 pots of clay sand in less than a second each. That would be much too difficult. Suddenly a kick too my face would be dealt and I would have to push backwards. “I can see what you are thinking. And that isn’t the way to go child. You want to get stronger you get stronger. You stop when you die.” Suddenly he would unsheathe two bone katanas ejected from his palms. Then suddenly he would manoeuvre his way through the pots striking at them and in only 12 seconds tops all of the sand was returned onto the ground as my dad looked down on me. “That is how you strike”

I would nod. Unsheathing two swords from his palms he would begin to try to attack the pots. The key was too move at bigger speeds than the force. It was a lucky trait that I had gotten my fathers ability to move at quicker speeds than most humans. That was the benefit of being a taiutsu master instead of being a gen and med specialist like his mom was. That would mean that he would be faster than others. I would strike at the first pot and the bone broke off my grip and clattered at my feet. I mouthed “AWWW SHIT” I had underestimated the strength and the durability of the pot. I would not only have to move faster I would also have to hit stronger and come at the pots with more strength.

My father would thump me on my forehead. “You underestimate the strength of the pots child. You need to strike harder. Now keep going.” I nodded and picked up the bone katana and firmly grasped it in my right hand. The basis of the technique was for me to attack two. So if I was to attack two pots at the same time but make it look like I didn’t it would count. With that in my brain I would lunge for a pot that was in front of another. Lunging both my hands quickly I would strike at both pots but the distance between them made it look like two separate hits onto one movement. I was a fool. I was fool to think I could trick my dad.

He would stab me in the stomach with his katana sword making me launch backwards. I coughed rubbing my stomach. He just stabbed me. “ Child. Cheating will get you nowhere. Do you think cheating will help you in a battle field? No. It won’t. Get up an do the technique properly.” I coughed again gasping for air. He had just stabbed me. I rubbed the spot on my stomach where the safe guard armour was and looked at him with spite. He didn’t have to stab me. I sighed a big sigh and continued with my training. Hopefully I wouldn’t have to be stabbed once again.

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We stopped with the pots after my trickery. Clearly putting me into the battlefield as quick as that would do no help at all anyway. So he would raise all the pots and make sure that all of them were secure. He walked towards the shed where noises began to clatter and he began searching for something. I waited patiently for whatever torture machine he had in his shed of horrors. I could only hope for it not to be too horrific. “AHA” he yelped loudly which made me wince a little. He rolled out a training dummy that I would be using to hit. “Alright. For the next..... 4 hours we will be training with this dummy. Hit it twice then reset. Understood?” I nodded.

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Punch Punch Reset I began. My fists collided with the training dummy with two hard thumps. The same sound when you hit an axe with a tree but instead of the wood cutting it would still remain the same. Thump,Thump The beat of the movements had began to grow on me. Tiredly waiting I would continue to hit at the board dummy getting my hands in sync with the rhythm of the jutsu. Thump,Thump . Was I suppose to do this for hours? Was I suppose to keep hitting at this? I would sigh and continue. It was all for the best of interest. It was all for the best of interest.

Thump,Thump This hour went by slowly. The beat of the thumps engraved in my head and happily synchronized itself with my heart beat. Thump,Thump The resets were the easiest. At first I would bounce up and down but now my arms would just droop to my side. My father looked at me angrily. He would not approve of my laziness. Thump,Thump The clock ticked slower and slower. Every time I glance at the clock my father would hit the side of my head for me to refocus. Thump,Thump Was that me or was that just my heart? Did I miss one? I would try to make up for it but I would find myself out of rhythm The clock struck 1’ oclock. My father nodded and I clumped onto the floor.

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Hour 2 began shortly after. I had only two minutes of break which I used by sitting on the cold pavement floor staring at the open abyss known as our roof. Everything seemed new to me. The feeling of the floor. The feeling of the air. Breathing. For that whole hour I had only focused on the punching. Thump,Thump There it was again. The rhythm of my punches with the rhythm of my heart. Everything seemed to go back to the way they were. Everything seemed to slow down once more. I could hear the ticking of the clock from a far. The seconds felt like hours. Thump,Thump I set loose another punch and broke forth for a reset. Just a little more.

The clocks rhythm had seem to grow on me too. It aligned itself right after every thump every now and again. It would feel like the sounds were trying to make music to please my ears. Thump,Thump I missed the click of the seconds hand on that one. But slowly and surely I would hear it once again. I began to slow down now. The timing of the punches had slowly reduced in tempo. I glanced at my dad who grew a stern face. I shook my head to drag me out of this hypnosis. Slowly. Slowly. Then the clock struck two. I was to be free. Once again I clumped onto the floor.

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The training sessions were not going as planned. They were more painful and exasperating than others. They were more of a death sentence. It felt like solitary confinement. And yet. And yet I feel like I have grown stronger because of the training. I felt like my dad was right to be putting me through this because well the training should only be as strong as the person is. If I was as strong as my Dad’s training sessions then I would be strong too. I would leap upwards happily. This was going to be great. I was going to be great. As I sat on the steps to our training ground I could feel my excitement burning and then a thump to my forehead would come. “It’s time child.”

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Any excitement that I had throughout that whole segment was now over with and gone. It was like it never existed. As I walked towards the training dummy and stood in front of it again the excitement was just immediately sucked right out of me. Thump, Thump I began again. The rhythm was back into my body unlike the time where I was at the second hour where near the end my tempo began to change. This was not the way to be. This was not. I would hit hard at the dummy making my dad move back a little. He looked surprised but he knew by me doing so I would quickly drain all of my energy in my gauge. But I did not grow weary.

I stayed strong. Strong as ever through that hour. Time seemed to speed up again. It was like a metronome but my fists were clasping hard against the time. Thump, Thump Thump, Thump The click in between. The second had passed and I had snuck in two movements. The movements were strong and forceful. I smiled. I could see the end of the tunnel. But suddenly the rhythm was lost once more. My arrogance has grown and caused my downfall but as I glanced at the clock and my father thumped me I saw that the hour was done. I glanced at my dad who nodded for me to have a break. Surprisingly I did not collapse. But my arms did feel kind of droopy.

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Hour 4. It had seemed like a long time ago that I had started this exercise. And It had only seemed like a long time ago before I had grown so much. Thump,Thump The heart beat of my punches. The back bone of it all. Ecstatic my body grew. Soon it would be in rhythm of the seconds. Thump,Thump,Tick The clic of the seconds hand had grew and joined the orchestrated level of intensity. It had grown to be part of the musical masterpiece. Thump,Thump,Tick My punches sent my dad coughing. With a supirsed look on his face I could see that I had not lost my energy. I kept up. I kept in time. I was right.

The final stretch of the hour was finally upon us. I had continue with the sequence that seemed to have grown onto my body. Thump,Thump,Tick I could feel the would crying as it embraced for the impact of my now blistered and cut open fists. The skin had ripped off somewhere in hour 3 but I was to high off the adrenaline to notice any difference. As my bare flesh ripped and made impact I winced a little. Then as the final second came I gave the dummy the two hardest punches I could give and the 4th hour would be over with. Thump,Thump,Tick [/blockquote][/font]

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Now it was different. The pots were back and the sands of time and success ran through them like veins. But I was different. Even if it was only just 4 hours ago I was different now. I had the strength. I had the stability. I had the speed. And I had the will power to go on with the technique. My fist would be replaced with bones that slowly erected from the palms of my hands. The sharpness of the tip could kil. And that was what i had planned to do. My father would walk behind me and place a blindfold on me. This way it would be much more difficult. He would whisper into my ear as he tied the knot. “Child. Are you ready?” I nodded. He stepped back and I would begin

50 pots. 25 seconds. Two pots per second. The pot was as strong as steel and as heavy as well. It would al be devoured by the teeth that emerged from palms. The seconds began and as soon as my father had said go I had destroyed two pots in front of me. Swiftly and calmly I had destroyed pot over pot. The sand fell in between my toes as their carriers were destroyed. The second dance was not the most graceful dance but it was one that was used to impress with speed and stamina. The shatters of the pot resembled with my punches. Thump,Thump,Tick, Crash, Crash, Tick

I had destroyed 12 by now. 6 seconds had gone by and I had destroyed 12 of the pots. I was right on schedule. The blindfold was no obstacle. I knew where the pots were. They could take me sight. I knew where they were. My speed had looked sloppy but it was on point and accurate. The rhythm of the clash and tick was right on time with my heart as I could feel it beating in my chest. Thump,Thump,Tick 5 more seconds went by and I was at 22 pots. Almost half way there. My movements were swift and agile. My hands flowed with each other. One extended while the other retracted. Right on time.

32 pots. 16 seconds had passed and the gauge of my energy was only depleted by ¼. I was running basically on my will to become stronger and the adrenaline rush. I could just see my father smiling at my success but I would not get arrogant. I would stand firm. I would continue with my training. I was not even close to being successful. My hands were growing tired but then I would push more energy into them and their grip tightened around the bone katana. 42 pots. 21 seconds. I was growing out of time but I had nothing to fear. Nothing to fear at all. I was right on schedule but the time cramp would only lessen by ease.

Time was running out and I could sense that the others were too far away but I was going to finish. With that being said I would rush over quickly striking them down and counting it in my hand. 22 seconds. 44 pots. Striking at the pots would easily shatter and the cry of the glass was going to break. Two last pots. 23 seconds. 46 pots. Shatter. Crack. 24 seconds 48 pots. I was growing. Two more. One second. 25 seconds 50 pots. Thump,Thump,Tick I was done. As the sand fell onto the ground I removed my blindfold and looked at my dad. He nodded with approval.

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I was not done. Putting it into action was much more difficult. I was only halfway done with my training but I had taken a break and now I was gulping down water with my dad on the steps. “You are doing a great job at this my boy. Usually people of our clan learn how to do the 5 sacred dances when they have matured but you are tackling it at the age of 8.” That made me smile. That was the kindest thing that my father has said to me so far. My smile stretched from my left ear to my right ear. “But you still have much to do”

We would get up and he would look at me with a big glance. “Okay child. Now it is different when are hitting pts because they aren’t trying to hit you. “ With one handseal he would launch and create a mass amount of clones . They would surround me in a matter on an instant. I would look. I was guessing that I would have to try to defeat all of them as swiftly as I could. My father would look at me hoping that I would stay confident. I nodded back. He would laugh at my confidence but I knew my strength.

Soon the clones would dash forward and I would use the dance of camellia. They would charge at me angrily. Quickly and swiftly I would attack each one of them. An eyes of a killer. Thats what was in my eyes now. No longer that of a helpless 8 year old but someone who was trained to be a shinobi. Swiftly I would strike two clones in each a mere second. Quickly and swiftly the whole garden was filled with smoke and enhanced smell of death and despair. If I could speak or yell i would be right now. I would easily attack each clone and soon everything would be done.

There were only a few clones left and they would now draw sword. But I was too swift for them. Another big advantage of the Dance of Camelia was the swiftness and gives enhanced speed to the user creating more room for dodging and splicing. They dropped in numbers quickly and soon their population would return to zero leaving only my father on the lawn. He looked happy and surprised as I panted and panted. I had lost much energy and my breath was almost out. This was not a good thing.

“Good job child. Way to finish with a bang. “ He smiled as he pulled me towards the edge of the stairs as we sat down looking at the slowly descending sun. “ I am really proud of you son. No one really finishes this jutsu perfectly. “ he smiled at me. Now give me the disadvantages and advantages of this technique once again. “ I signalled the words to him. Biggest advantage is that it increases your speed and lets you attack multiple targets. Biggest disadvantage is that it requires lots of effort. With a smile my dad rubbed my head. I was going to be great.

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+10. That's the number of all the posts combined, mind you.
















































... loljk learned.