Fenrir - Training Is in Order

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Zeus's Bolt
Rank: C Rank
Skill: Nin
Effect: The user is able to make a three foot long lightning bolt in their hand which they can throw at that opponent.
Special: None
Drawback: None
Description: By focusing chakra in the center of the palm the use is able to send lightning from the center of the palm to make a three foot long lightning bolt in their hand which is able to be thrown like a javelin.
Limit: Lightning Release Skill (Raiton no Jutsu).

Fenrir stood out in the open, solemnly facing the cloudy sky. Rain crashed all around him. But it was the droplets that fell on his forehead and closed eye lids, it was the droplets that flowed smoothly down his face and neck, it were these rain cells that calmed him. His heart beat with delay. Fenrir released his hood and opened his mouth ajar, sensing the rain kiss his young lips so delicately. Thunder growled in the distance calmly, but filled his ear drums quietly.
He opened his golden eyes… The heavens above revealed themselves dark. An individual rain pellet touched the pit of his eye, causing him to slightly jump at the occurrence. Melancholy returned… He recalled the day he had handicapped his mother, detaching two of her limbs. The deep remorse in his heart savagely eats at him everyday. His eyes flooded, but only a single tear from each treasure-like iris spilled. When he mourned, Fenrir’s eyes appeared to be like two shimmering, yellow coins, shinning radiantly in the shadow. Visions of his father returned, whom he was so proud. He felt an overwhelming emotion pull his mouth into a smile – he believed it was called “love.”
Fenrir bowed his head, closing his eyes again. Tears mixed with the precipitation. When he wiped his face with his coat sleeve, the sorrow only smeared. At the touch of his shoulder, he looked at the hand, and then to whom it belonged.
A man with a warming face looked down at him, smiling with reassurance written all over his look. This man was Thai, whom served in the war with Fenrir’s father. The two fought along side each other with extraordinary bravery. “It’s not your fault, kid.” He knew about the entire incident with Lauren (The mother.)
Fenrir only nodded, squishing his lips together for a second.
“Would you like to get started?”
Again, the child nodded.
“We can work on your hand to hand combat first as a warm-up.” As Thai spoke, he placed a pair of leather gloves on his scarred hands. Placing his fists before his chin, Thai eyed him closely.
Fenrir simply blinked, appearing unprepared. “I’d like to work on a new technique today, actually.” He blinked, “Zues’s Bolt .”
Thai grinned, “Raiton? Lets get to work.” He tugged on the end of his gloves, situating them on tighter. “Try to mix in the surges as you fight.”
Watching lightning split the sky, Fenrir pictured his jutsu’s form. He centered his energies to the palm of his hand, he could feel the numbing sensation… There only emitted a spark. He retried, but only resulted in the same ending. “More,” he thought.
“Hey, kid,” Thai playfully called, “I thought we were going to spar,” he punched and kicked at air, feeling antsy. Fenrir shook his head, “I would prefer to get this down.” He did not look up as his hand sparked again. Thai shrugged his shoulders, “knock yourself out. I’m not helping you with this one either.” As he leisurely strode passed Fenrir, Thai stuck his tongue out and pulled down an eye lid. “I’m getting food!” Fenrir ignored him for he could be immature at times… ironic… It seemed like hours burned away as he tried time and time again to pull off a complete bolt of lightning. Fenrir’s boots actually began to sink deeper into the soggy grounds the longer he remained motionless. There was a deep, booming sound in the distance. There was a blinding flash and Fenrir looked up as if steadily faded out. He pieced himself together, and he cleared his mind, “like lightning…” He observed his arm, and he raised his hand high above him self as if reaching out to grab a bolt right out of the sky. He then grimaced, “fall like a thunderbolt,” Fenrir exclaimed as he proceeded to play the king of Greek Gods. It was then, continually feeding chakras into his palm that a bolt of lightning ignited – immediately he grasped the wild object and pulled his arm back.
Electricity jerked and sizzled, seeming to posses boundless power! The thunder spear was raw and it hissed as Fenrir flung it into the storm. A separate power, a natural power met his own in mid-air and they both disappeared – particles hovered and parted in osmoses. Everything was calm.

[Ancestor Febrie]

+4, Can you keep a TP counter somewhere on a signature?

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Mizu Bunshin no Jutsu (Water Clone)
Rank: "C" Rank
Skill: NinJutsu
Effect: ---
Special: "Handseals"
Drawback: ---
Description: Mizu Bunshin no Jutsu is a Ninjutsu technique that utilizes water to create a Bunshin clone. Unlike a normal Bunshin, the Mizu Bunshin has the ability to interact more with the environment due to it having physical substance. This allows the clone to carry out limited attacks on its target. The range of the clone is limited; however, it can not travel very far from the original body. If the Mizu Bunshin is injured, the clone will usually revert back into its natural water state. When first learned the user is capable of having or capable of creating up to Five Clones. Each time learned the user learns this technique the number of Clones is capable of increasing by one. The maximum amount of clones is Ten for the Difficulty Class of D Rank. For each Difficulty Rank Increase the number increases by five of maximum but learning is still one per learned.
Limit: Water Release
For weeks his training was futile, but Fenrir could not give up, it was against every fiber of his being. He clapped his hand together, formed his seals with extreme haste, molded his chakra in every piece of himself and then… released… Another being rose from the muddy grass, but took the form of jelly… Fenrir shook his head in disappointment. He should have had some improvement by now… All that he was able to produce so far is nothing but masses of muck – no different than mud he stood upon. It was getting late, the sun that could not shine through the crying clouds began to set. Rain beat down on Fenrir’s head, tapping on his scalp repeatedly.
He attempted again, but his chakras only produced more goo… His training began to upset Fenrir. In his frustrations, he immediately reached behind his back, drew a Katar and sliced the formless water mass – it wobbled and then collapsed before his feet, splashing his shins guards. Fenrir only looked down as his failure, breathing heavily. It was then that Thai approached on the paved road, pushing a woman in a wheel chair. He held a black umbrella above her to shield her from the falling drizzle. She had white-blonde hair that touched her shoulders and shinning irises exactly like Fenrir’s. She wore a indigo kimono, decorated by pale flowers lined with gold. She smiled heartily at him, waving her only hand at her son, “hello, Fen!”
Fenrir watched his mother approach, and then looked at Thai, whom smiled so nervously. Shaking his head, Fenrir put away his blade. “I Don’t want her here,” he thought as he gazed into the distance.
“I’m sorry, Fen,” Thai apologized, “but she insisted she tag along.”
Fenrir was an obvious liar before his family. “It’s alright,” he said, but when he tried to face his mother his eyes retreated back to the horizon.
Lauren grinned graciously; Fenrir’s decision to become a shinobi didn’t bother her as much anymore. “Keep going, sweetie;” she cheered, “grow strong like your father!” The truth was, she didn’t like it, but they way she looked at it, was this: the greater he became, the less likely for Fenrir to fall or be captured.
He scoffed, it was embarrassing… He put up his hand signs again, but Thai interjected for a moment. He gave Lauren the umbrella to hold on to, and then he approached the child. “When you’re trying to clone yourself,” he paused, “the trick is to not think of your clones as copies of yourself – they’ll never turn out right. You want your clones to be you. You want your enemies to be baffled at which one is the real you.”
Fenrir pondered the advice… and nodded. Thai stepped back as the boy tried again. Fenrir breathed in as he mustered up the energy and confidence. In an instant he felt his Chakra exeunt his body and take shape into another being that stood before him. He stared in complete amazement; he had witnessed himself without the aid of mirrors, or tricks, or any kind of genjutsu. He reached out to touch the copy’s cheek – it was clammy as if sweating out a rough sickness… Fenrir succeeded.

[← KIRA →]

+4
[8/10]

More training of technique. You have a lot of fluff in there.

Your TP count in your signature or avatar should be
0/500
Once you learn this technique it will be
10/500

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Thats what i was thinking. Alright, good for future reference.