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[Molokai]

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Kage Bunshin no Jutsu (Shadow Clone Jutsu)
Rank: B
Skill: Ninjutsu
Effect: The Kage Bushin no Jutsu (Shadow Clone Jutsu) is a increased and stronger form of the Regular Bushin jutsu which is a meer Genjutsu. Kage Bushin allows the clones to actually inflict damage upon the opponent, They can even use jutsu for they carry their own chakra circulatory system making it even impossible for the Hyuuga clan members to tell them apart from the original. Each clone that the user makes divides his.her chakra up evenly between them making ten clones means each clone has one tenth the original users chakra supply. The clones are real enough they even bleed when cut but when inflicted with enough damage the clone disappears.
Special: A special Handsign where the user crosses the two first fingers of each hand making a cross.
Drawback: The average user can only make about 5 clones. Excessive use of the Clone jutsu can leave the use extremely low on chakra. When the clones are destroyed the user does not get a return in charka.
Description: The Kage Bushin is an Exact Replica of the user and can not in anyway be proven to be a copy not even by the most elite of jutsu. Unless taken to the test and actually harmed.
Limit: Must be an ANBU. Must be Chuunin in order to get this technique. Kage only is capable of allowing someone to learn.

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With the permission of the Mizukage, Taisen found a secluded place where he was unlikely to be disturbed and unrolled the kage bunshin scroll.

Chakra control wasn't something Taisen had spent a lot of time doing. In fact, he doubted for a few moments if he was even capable of doing it. However, he had learned how to channel the energy a long time ago, and it didn't take long to pick it back up. According to the scroll, all he had to do was form a single handseal. Easy enough, it seemed. But, as with all things, Taisen knew it wouldn't be anywhere near that simple. Knowing that he may be out there for a while, he sat on the ground before forming the unique cross handseal. With his hands crossed in front of him, he closed his eyes and tried to concentrate inward. He would have to recreate his entire body, and knew that doing so would require an intimate understanding of it. With that goal in mind, he set to examining himself as thoroughly as he could.

In order for the clone to even have a chance of surviving, it would need to have a chakra supply. But to create a chakra supply that could sustain itself in such a way, Taisen would have to build a chakra circulatory system identical to his own. So, in order to perfectly copy his chakra system, he would have to comprehend what it looked like and how it acted. This is where his search would begin; trying to feel and comprehend a thing he could never see. Most things done with chakra were focused through the hands, so it stood to reason that he could track the system starting with his hands. Pushing the energy into his extremities, it just felt like his hands should be glowing. There wasn't any rhyme or reason to it, there was just a general feel of being energized in the area he concentrated on.

He had seen diagrams and other such things of what the system was supposed to look like, but those were rudimentary at best. All he really knew was that an actual system existed to pump it around, much like blood and nerves. It occurred to him that he couldn't actually feel any individual veins or nerves either, and that trying to do that with the chakra circulatory system was probably a lost cause. Still, his clone would need it's own chakra supply, so he had to find a way to build one. Perhaps instead of trying to be all precise with something he barely understood, he should just try to energize his entire body and project it onto the outside world. From his hands, the feeling of glowing crawled down his arms and spread rapidly once it reached his shoulders, requiring more and more concentration as it progressed.

Once he managed to charge his entire body with his chakra, a feat which required several tries to keep from draining limbs to fill others, he held on to the chakra print he believed he created. Now, all he had to do was keep that entire mass together as he moved it away from his body. From there, he could find a way to give it solidity, but that was a bridge to cross when he came to it. His first few attempts simply caused the entire mass to fizzle out of existence as soon as he tried to do anything with it. This, of course, was maddeningly frustrating because it meant he had to reform the chakra body again. Through trial and error, he was able to mold the chakra to fit himself without as much effort as before. With that slowly becoming easier, he found himself able to push the essence farther and farther before losing it.

[✗ Kaeor ✗]

+10

[Molokai]

10/60

Even if he did manage to create his little chakra double thing, there was no telling if he'd be able to solidify it enough to be functional. Unfortunately, he wasn't even at that point yet. Where he still was was desperately trying to get the chakra copy off of his body and existing in it's own space, which was proving to be more difficult than he expected. It always wanted to either come back to him or disappear, and not even his best efforts could convince it otherwise. Maybe this would have been easier if he had spent more time training ninjutsu. Then again, he'd be lacking in other departments if he had bothered with that. Either way, he was here now and pushing with all of his might on yet another chakra outline. It matched his cross-legged position and was hovering inches from his form, threatening to vanish.

He released the push and felt as it recoiled into his body, as if it had been pulling against a spring the entire time. The simple fact that it was made of and copied only Taisen's chakra circulatory system might have something to do with it's failure. Perhaps if he tried giving it at least a superficial form, it would be more apt to exist in space. Then again, doing that would essentially be like making a bunshin that could mold chakra, which still wouldn't solve the solidity issue. At least, though, it was a start. So, taking what he knew about making normal clones, Taisen attempted to make a sort of shell around the chakra outline. This shell, also made of chakra, would hopefully provide his semi-clone with enough real substance for it to manifest. Luckily, it did just that. Just not in the way Taisen was aiming for.

It was tiny. The shell filled with a vague Taisen-shaped chakra blob came out a few feet too short and appearing as though all of it's blood had been drained. Needless to say, this method needed refinement. At least he had something real to work with, and although it was slightly transparent and completely intangible, Taisen felt that he no longer needed to apply his own chakra to continue it's being. As time went on and he examined his sickly creation he noticed it slowly becoming less and less corporeal, seemingly fading out of existence. Whatever chakra it held on it's own was draining out of it, and it was shriveling like a grape in the sun. Taisen, suddenly having an idea, formed the cross-shaped handseal again and tried to focus more chakra into the thing.

Like a balloon animal, the sickly clone began to inflate, gaining both size and opaqueness the more chakra was pumped into it. This seemed like a good start, because perhaps he could make it come to real life if he simply pumped it full of enough chakra. Sure enough, it soon began to take on the appearance of it's creator. First, it became completely opaque, the swamp behind it no longer peeking through. Second, it began to fill to match the size and definition it was destined for. Surprisingly, it wasn't completely naked, since Taisen had unwittingly copied his clothing when he was trying to make the outline. However, that was where the progress ended. With all of it's color and all of it's clothes and all of it's size, it still laid face-down in the sod with a branch phasing through it's chest. It had no consciousness and so real solidity whatsoever.

[Ancestor Febrie]

+10

[Molokai]

20/60

Two problems still existed before Taisen and his creation. The first, and by far the most pressing, was the need for real substance. The second, and decidedly the most complicated, was granting it the ability to think and act on it's own. Since even a fully functioning clone would be useless unless it could actually hit something, he decided to start there. With the basic frame down for the most part, although it still tended to drift in and out of transparency, the original still had a few things to figure out. At this point it had been constructed purely of chakra, and with a decided lack of any sort of medium it was likely to stay that way. Lacking in chakra control as he was, Taisen found himself struggling to maintain even the lifeless form before him. How he expected to create and maintain something that could do it's own fighting was beyond him.

The first thing he tried was just pumping more chakra into the thing, which frustratingly inflated it to way larger than it needed to be. This left him with the idea that maybe he needed to stop filling it like a water balloon and actually finesse it a little bit. Perhaps instead of just pumping it more, he should try to increase the thickness (density? concentration?) of the form that already existed. Why? Because maybe if he just packed enough chakra into it while compressing it into the proper form it would become solid. So, doing his best to copy what he had already done, he started layering chakra outlines on top of one another and haphazardly fusing them. The idea was that the layering would force the increasing amount of chakra to conform to the Taisen shape. Hopefully repeating this action enough times would generate real matter out of the semi-phenomenal, nearly-cosmic, ninja goo.

Once he had packed on enough of the chakra outlines, which he had since become quite adept at creating without too much thought, Taisen decided to test whether or not it was solid. Unfortunately, every time he even began to break the handseal to pick up a stick to poke it with, it tried to fade out. Clearly, it was no longer functioning on it's own chakra supply and was continuously feeding off of it's creator. Effectively, this was a step backwards. If Taisen couldn't stabilize this thing and make it function on it's own, it would just suck on his already meager chakra supply until it vanished. Most frustratingly, it would do so without Taisen having any idea if he had accomplished anything. So, trying to remember the foreign tingling feeling he got when his chakra was flowing, he attempted to generate a sort of flowing-ish motion within the maybe-hardened shell.

More pumping was initiated. This time, instead of forcing the quasi-stuff into the clone ghost, he was forcing the stuff already inside to move around like a supercharged lava lamp. With expert timing and clumsy fumbling, more the latter than the former, Taisen somehow managed to copy what could be considered a heartbeat. The sensation was similar to giving imaginary CPR to himself, but once he got the hang of it he found that the clone no longer disappeared as soon as he stopped concentrating on it. Still, this was no guarantee that it had any more substance than the breath Taisen didn't know he was holding. Tentatively, without ever taking his eyes off of the gently pulsating cadaver, Taisen retrieved a pointy-looking stick and gave it's shoulder a firm poke. Not only was it solid enough to break the stick, but Taisen could swear it flinched a little. . .

[Molokai]

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Questioning whether the perceived twitch really happened left Taisen staring with a puzzled expression for quite some time. It was possible that the force of the poke had merely caused the body to shift. Taisen did, after all, have a rather forceful poke. It was also equally possible that nothing had moved at all and Taisen's fragile psyche was simply giving up on him. Being a man of science as he was, he decided to push it a little by poking the body again, this time with a larger stick. This stick hopefully would hold up a bit better and allow Taisen several experimental jabbings before being tossed away. Just to make sure, the first poke was quite a bit lighter than the one on the shoulder and was instead directed at the head. The head, in response to this poke, lolled around uselessly and didn't seem to notice.

Instead of a jab, Taisen placed the end of his poker on the side of the cadaver's head and applied a constant force. Grinding it's face around in the dirt, as entertaining as it might have been to a third grader, didn't get Taisen very far in establishing just how much mental capacity the clone had. So, following a rather simple sequence of logic, he stopped. For some reason, Taisen was really unhappy about the idea of touching it with his bear hands, possibly because it's resemblance to him coupled with it's resemblance to a corpse brought about an unpleasant feeling similar to reading one's own gravestone. Despite this, he maneuvered the stick to roll the deadish thing over and tried to fathom how to give it brain power while staring at it's dull, lifeless face.

Trying the very first thing that came to his mind, he simply filled his brain with chakra and tried to transmit that brain-chakra down his arm. He knew right away how to fill his brain with chakra merely because he could manually flood his system with adrenaline by doing much the same thing. He did not, however, have any idea how to keep the essence of Taisenbrain intact as it traveled down his decidedly unbrainlike appendage. Eventually he stopped thinking about it and just kind of gunned it, hoping that if he transferred it fast enough it would still be all brainy once it got there. Once it arrived at his hand, he planted his first two fingers rather decisively right in the center of the clone's forehead and pushed the brain stuff into it's presumably empty noggin. Very unsurprisingly, nothing happened.

The general idea of just going for it seemed to be working for him so far, so he again used the first solution that popped into his head. Once again filling his brain with chakra, he dove straight in and planted his own forehead right where his fingers had been a few moments earlier. This sudden dome-to-dome contact made the chakra suddenly zip into the skull of the clone, as if it had been vacuum sealed and opened rather violently in the middle of the ocean. Rubbing his forehead, Taisen leaned back to examine his handiwork. While failure had ceased to surprise him, it was still mind-bogglingly frustrating every time it happened. He all but sunk into his haunches and bit his lip in irritation as he considered possible solutions to this conundrum. Only as he was getting up and about to kick it in frustration did it's eyes suddenly snap open. Both of them screamed at the same time.

[Corvus]

+ 20

Love your work

[Molokai]

40/60

Then the clone screamed louder. Then Taisen screamed louder. Then the clone screamed louder still. So on and so forth until Taisen suddenly realized that the clone wasn't actually capable of moving. Or perhaps it was exceptionally stupid and hadn't yet thought of it. The need to differentiate between the two was clear and obvious, so Taisen once again took up his stick of science and firmly intruded upon the clone's midsection. It immediately stopped screaming and said rather firmly, "Stop that," before resuming its frightened din. Annoyed now, Taisen did exactly not that. The second poke silenced the scream for good and earned the poker a reproachful look and a strong sense that he was about to receive a stern talking-to. Instead of this, however, the clone merely asked why it couldn't move and why the two of them were acting so silly.

To this inquiry, Taisen simply suggested that the clone think about it. While it was pondering its predicament, Taisen pondered how to grant it's apparently simple brain the ability to move its body (as well as make it not quite so simple, as the stupidity of the thing was really very irritating). Grasping the thing's neck, Taisen started pushing and pulling chakra into the area where a human might have a spinal chord. It had occurred to him that maybe the brain and body of it were somehow disconnected, with the skull being more of a pedestal than a functional brain case. By doing this, Taisen hoped to join the brain to the body and allow it to move. Followed by pumping more of his brain chakra into the conjoined form, he would also try to solve the glaring stupidity problem. For such a serious technique, it certainly wasn't very easy to take seriously.

The clone, blinking and sputtering at the strange silver-haired man massaging it's neck, asked a series of moronic and redundant questions pertaining to the weather and the price of tea in China that Taisen didn't hear a word of. After a while, it too grew annoyed with it's own babbling and decided to stop. Apparently forgetting this decision, it started up again with more relevant, but still frighteningly irritating, questions. Soon enough, it got fed up with the neck massage and reached it's hand up with a, "Listen, you. Cut that out," before grabbing Taisen's shoulder and bodily heaving him across the field. It's hard to tell which of them was more surprised; the clone at suddenly being able to move and being so strong, or Taisen for just being thrown by something that was previously just a mouth and curiosity. It was either embarrassed or frightened by what it had just done, so it returned to its lying-down position and tried to pretend it hadn't happened.

But it had happened, and Taisen was mind-bogglingly infuriated about the whole thing. He grabbed it by the collar and lifted it off the ground, easily hauling his own weight to a good foot off the ground. He growled at it menacingly, and it stared at him like he had just asked for a weasel. They both knew it could move, but it was hard to tell if the clone was scared stiff or had forgotten how. So, it just hung there looking bewildered while Taisen tried to wrap his mind around how in the world he had generated such a retarded life form. If it wasn't for the hard work he had already poured into it, he would simply had smashed it and called it a day. It could move, even if it was too dumb to have figured out how. All Taisen had to do was give it the same intelligence and personality of it's creator and memorize all the parts, and he'd be done.

[Ravenous]

+10

[Molokai]

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The dimwitted clone had resumed it's shouting now that it had been lifted and it's ruse had been exposed. In a fit of rage that threatened to undo all of his hard work, Taisen deftly transferred from a grip on its collar to a firm grip on the sides of its head. He was squeezing just hard enough to cause it great discomfort, which to his great dismay only made the screaming increase in pitch and volume. Not only that, but he was still holding it well above the ground by it's empty head. Before he went overboard and crushed it's worthless skull, a task that would take all the effort of smashing a marshmallow, an idea struck him. Immediately, he was suspicious of this idea, since the culmination of his others had simply caused him to create the bane of his own existence.

However, he decided that if it didn't work it would at least silence the clone, so he tried it. Placing it on the ground so he could concentrate better, but not reducing the firmness with which he squeezed its temples, Taisen gave his new idea his best shot. Charging his brain with an abundance of brain chakra, filling every last micrometer of space with a rather large volume (or at least a volume he considered rather large, since he didn't have that much to begin with) of the stuff. After that, he forced all of that chakra out of his brain and down his arms, immediately replacing the chakra that was used so that the flow was constant. By doing this, he steadily increased the amount of braininess flowing down his arms and into the skull of the clone. The goal was to do this until. . . Well the goal was basically to keep going until he got bored of it.

Almost immediately, the screaming and wailing stopped. The expression now on the clone's face was one of such complete and total amazement and fascination one could only assume it had just witnessed God sneaking out to have a smoke with his mates. That is to say, he looked really, really intrigued by whatever was going on inside of its head. So intrigued, in fact, one might even say it was fascinated by its own fascination. Taisen, seeing this, adopted his own look, this one of self-satisfied amusement, and dropped the clone harshly on its rear end. It sat there in the sod for some minutes before apparently collecting itself enough to look up at it's creator. The first words out of it's mouth were so deep and profound that Taisen didn't fully comprehend what they were, but the second words were, "That was intense."

Fantastic. A fully formed, fully functional, shadow clone that could think, reason, speak, and fight. And it only took him the better part of a really long time to fashion one. So, he now decided to practice was making one within the space of a few seconds. What had he done to create this thing? The body was formed from layers of body-shaped chakra, and the mind was an abundance of chakra infused from Taisen's brain being pumped into the skull. Knowing this, it was fairly clear that he simply had to do both of those ahead of time and simply pop them into the air when needed. So, he went ahead and did just that. Forming the cross handseal, he started in the center and layered chakra until it matched his contours perfectly. Then, he filled his brain to the brim with chakra. Finally, with a mighty shove, a second shadow clone materialized before the two of them.

[N A T S U M I]

+10; Learned.

[Molokai]

Eager to try out his new technique, Taisen sent one of his clones to return the scroll and kept the other here to train. He himself took off momentarily to see what was going on elsewhere.

[exit, shadow clone still here.]

[Molokai]

[shadow clone exit]

[Molokai]

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Chaos Fourth Stage "Eternal Chaos"
Rank: ‘S’
Skill: Taijutsu
Effect: Final step in evolution, the fourth stage of chaos is like nothing anyone has ever seen before. The fourth stage allows the user to unlock one-hundred percent of there max strength, there endurance and durability remains the same as before as stated above in the Kamyuja description section. There speed in enhance even more now, allowing them to increase there movement speed by two, giving them the advantage now in a battlefield. As stated before, once activated the user is now capable of seeing ones aura as it emanates from there body.
Special: You receive a plus two to movement. Though a Kamyuja member is not capable of using chakra gates, they can use there chaos as as substitute in order to go into a chakra gate related fighting style. This eye is capable of mimicking the seventh and eighth gate. Please note you don't gain the benefits of those chakra gates.
Drawback: ----
Description: The final step, this form of chaos was never thought to exist. But here it lies in every Kamyuja member awaiting to be awaken so there true power can shine. This form of chaos is to be known as the most powerful one of all, in truth it has no weakness and will break the boundaries of mankind as we known. When activating the fourth stage of chaos the person seems to have more control then ever before, unlike the three stage they are able to control there emotions and suppress there strength at will. This time around the eyes of the Kamyuja don’t change, instead they stay there original genetic color, though there eye remain the same their eyes do glisten with brilliance while chaos is activated, but there are some cases where the eyes still retain the 'Third stages' color. Meaning someone who had black or white eyes will retain that when they unlock the fourth eyes.. Though there eyes don’t change physically they still gain the capability of seeing in black n’ white as if they were colored blind, this doesn’t hinder there ability to fight in fact it increase there ability due to the fact they are able to see the aura of chakra emanating from a person’s body. Once the Kamyuja reaches this stage of Chaos they are able to demonstrate the full capabilities of there true strength as they are no longer suppressed by the previous stages, in this state they are capable of tapping into there max potential, making them now the most powerful creature that has every walked this earth. There strength is unrivaled by those who could have rivaled it once before and there movement speed steadily increase, they no longer move with a plus one but instead with a plus two. Unlike before, where the Kamyuja’s nocieptor’s would shut down so they wouldn’t be able to feel pain no longer applies. Now the nocieptor are still active allowing the Kamyuja to actually feel pain when they are in this stage, this would seem to damper there ability but in truth it actually increase it. The pituitary gland works more proficient then before, allowing it to produce an absurd amount of endorphins while they are in this stage. They are able to negate fifty percent of all damage done to them making any physical damage done to them that was serious feel like a minor wound. Though they don’t posses the ability not to feel pain anymore they do have the ability now to negate most of the damage done to them, this also proves useless for them now since they no longer have a time limit like before.
Limit: Must have the Kamyuja Bloodlimit, In order to obtain this the user must have 500tp within the Kamyuja Clan and must be role played out to obtain.

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The situation that the clone ran into in Snow country opened Taisen's eyes to the fact that his power wasn't quite up to snuff. It would have to be a while of intense training before he would be comfortable with his own power again.

So, he started with the greatest source of his power, the chaos that is both a blessing and a curse to his clan. Right now, every time he used it to it's fullest extent he went completely berserk. While that was helpful in certain situations, it was quite a bit problematic in most others. The first thing he needed to do was control his power so that he could operate at max capacity while still being coherent enough not to clobber his allies. The only way to achieve that was, of course, to go into his chaos and try really hard not to destroy everything in sight. Naturally, as soon as he did that he proceeded to smash the living hell out of a few nearby trees that were looking at him funny. He then got quite upset with the mist and attempted to punch it in it's face. Realizing that it didn't have a face and, in fact, couldn't be punched only made him angrier.

Immediately after activating his third level of chaos, he promptly forgot the whole idea of trying to control it. This was going exactly how entering his chaos always went, and would likely keep going in the same manner until it stopped in the same way. That is to say, he was going to rampage until he got tired then pass out. However, something deep inside him suggested that this course of action was unacceptable, and that something must be done about it. While the thing that was deep inside didn't really have much clue what that something must be, and if it did the things less deep would probably just ignore it, it still seemed like a good idea. With a voice no louder than a whisper at a rock concert, the deep thing whispered timidly that maybe he should try to get a hold of himself because this is really rather embarrassing if someone should come along and. . .

Whatever it was carrying on about was drowned out by the roar that sent the toppled trees flying. You see, the trees had again contributed to his rage by falling in the way of the other trees that were giving him odd looks. Attempting to stumble over them to get to his other perceived adversaries required more patience than the mind-shattering chaos would allow, so he resorted to simply muscling them out of the way. Meanwhile, the deep thing mumbled something about baboons and how he really should stop this nonsense before somebody sees. It was again ignored, but not before a pause to consider what that irritating noise was. Coming to the conclusion that it couldn't be punched or shouted at, he continued on ignoring it just as he had done before. Luckily for the trees, they had stopped giving him funny looks and were thus spared.

It was at this point that Taisen had ran out of enemies and stood seething in a swamp full of toppled trees. It was also at this point that the little voice decided to pipe up just a bit more so it could get a word in while everything was quiet. The terms "stop" and "bad idea" seemed foreign to him, but at least he was listening. Then again, the only reason he was listening was because he was hoping the voice would reveal a way that it could be punched. With his chaos raging he was utterly useless. In this state, he hated everything. In this state he wasn't looking for anything logical. In this state he couldn't be bought, bullied, or bargained with. He simply wanted to watch the world burn. It was the duty of the very tiny voice alone in a sea of hatred to inject logic back into the equation. It had a very difficult fight ahead of it.

[Molokai]

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Just short of steaming with uncontrollable, undirected rage, the monster that was Taisen shook with the desire to destroy everything that wasn't him. The little voice that thought it might be a good idea to calm down and think about this was gaining strength in the silence. A quivering sound was heard, but only audible to Taisen who would have believed his brain to be shaking if he had had any human thoughts left. He spied another tree and decided that the look it was giving him was funny enough to denote another rampage. There's a part inside of people that makes them feel embarrassed for others when they don't feel embarrassed for themselves, and this nagging shame pulled on Taisen like a bit on a wild horse. It did little to cool his rage, but somehow he stopped himself before clobbering the living hell out of the tree.

Unfortunately, with this calm came a sudden rush of lights as color returned to the world. Attempting to relax had brought him consciously out of his third stage of chaos. He now had enough sense about him to remember what had just happened and buried his face in his hands. The whole village had just gotten lucky that his idiocy hadn't caused him to be paranoid and angry about the buildings. He also remembered how all thoughts of control had vacated the instant he activated that level of chaos, so he had reason to believe that the same thing would simply keep repeating until he either destroyed everything or stopped trying. The possibility of tying himself down was nil. If ever there existed a bond strong enough to keep him down, he knew he wouldn't be smart enough to stop pulling against it before severely injuring himself.

It was depressing, really, because the little voice that had whispered better ideas was now the dominant one. The rational side, the part of him that had been successfully compartmentalized away from the chaos that controlled his being, was not completely absent in the presence of chaos. Rather, the presence of chaos was so immense within him that it made his life devotion to logic and reason seem like a drop in the bucket. His chaos welled up within him for two whole stages and couldn't overcome the strength of his intellectual thought. Maybe it made him a bit moodier, but he still maintained all of his control over it. Taisen had always considered himself to be a rather willful person, so he believed he could overcome the bloodlust of chaos by sheer willpower. Judging from the surrounding landscape, his willpower was not quite so powerful as he thought.

Closing his eyes and sitting firmly on the ground, Taisen tried to slowly bring on the chaos. Past the first two stages, it was as fine as it had always been. Once he hit the third, it was gone again. Mentally, Taisen was pushing and pulling at the same time. He was pushing his body to seventy-five percent of it's maximum, but trying his hardest to pull the blind destructiveness away. The two were so closely knit that every bit of progress he made with one simply dragged the other along with it. When he pushed his strength up, his chaos increased. When he tried to force the chaos into submission, his strength waned. His only goal at this point was not to lose control, not to get up from this spot, not to open his eyes, not to unclench his fists, not to let his chaos win the battle for his mind. Eventually, he would figure out how to gain the strength without losing his mind. All he had to do was keep pushing.

[atem.]

[+20]

[Molokai]

20/120

Try to think of happy things. Puppies. Rainbows. Sex. Shit like that, you know, that makes people happy. Right, because happy bunnies will help you control a power called chaos. Try not to think of the words hate or destroy or any of those things you so desperately want to do to the entire goddamn planet. Look at you, so powerful you could throw the moon at someone if you so desired, sitting indian-style on the damp ground in the middle of a foggy swamp, trying to control the chaos that makes you superior. Why would you control such a thing? Why not let it go? Why not take your rightful place on top of the world? If you get powerful enough, there'd be nobody to stop you from doing exactly that. If a Kamyuja were to grow powerful enough, could he become a threat to the entire world?

You can. With this much power waiting to be unleashed, you can do whatever you want. Just let go. Let go. No. That can't happen. The chaos needs to be controlled. It can't take control because you don't want it to be in control. You're not yet powerful enough to resist it. I will become powerful enough to resist it. I will take the power for myself and use it how I choose. Give it to me, and let me have it for my own purposes. Control and chaos are mutually exclusive. If chaos is controlled, it can no longer be called chaos. If you want the power, you must give the control to me. Where does your power come from, if not harnessing the chaos of the battlefield. You're a gladiator. A brawler. You don't have any more technique than it takes to put that shield between you and the people trying to hit you. You have no control over anything.

Stop trying and just let go. Let go! You'll unleash your full power of chaos and take command of the world at large. Except you're not powerful enough, yet. There is a deeper level of chaos that you haven't even scratched the surface of. You think what you can do now is powerful? You know nothing of your own potential. I can show you that potential, but you must let go of the little control you have left. I won't let go. You'll give me all of the power and retreat into your dark corner where you belong. Last time I gave control to you, I wound up trapped in a box for a hundred years. That was your fault. You said the very same thing that you're saying to me now. You no longer get a say. The power is mine, and I will be deciding how it gets used.

No battle plan survives contact with the enemy. As soon as two forces meet, any semblance of a plan either of them had immediately falls to pieces. Battle is chaos. War is chaos. The power of your clan is in harnessing that chaos and pushing it forth through their body to make themselves unstoppable. But that's different from controlling it, isn't it? Something like chaos can be harnessed and directed, but never fully controlled, can it? You seek to do the impossible and gain the power of chaos without giving yourself over to it. Even here, I'm winning. I'm gaining control of the chaos already, just by sitting here and thinking really hard about it. I can feel the power strengthening me, but the anger and blindness are dissipating. So, you see, it is possible. And I'm going to sit here and keep thinking about it until it's all completely mine.

[Molokai]

??/110

As if it could be that easy. With a firm set expression and clenched fists, Taisen had no idea what was coming until it had already hit him. A fist, huge and powerful, slammed into the side of his face and sent him sprawling. The immensity of this punch was like none he'd ever experienced, and that was because he had punched himself. There, standing over him, was himself. Eyes black as pitch, coals from the pit of hell itself, it stood over the real one with a gaze of unimaginable rage. It moved again, and Taisen slipped to one side, only to find it's foot embracing his face at a rate he wasn't prepared to deal with. From a position of sitting on his ass, he got punted a few meters to the left and was now lying on his back. Before another blow could knock him senseless, Taisen hopped to his feet in a cool way and immediately found that quite a number of things were amiss.

Firstly, his shield was gone. So were all of his items. Clearly, whatever was happening here would have to be dealt with with his hands. More worrisome than the lack of shield, however, was that he couldn't go into his chaos. He didn't find this out right away, though. Before he had a chance to check, the thing that looked like him was upon him again, barreling it's fist toward Taisen's exposed and bewildered jaw. Eating this, Taisen rolled with the hit and spun around to bring the back of his fist against the side of the thing's head. The power of this punch should have been more than enough to put any human being on the floor, but the monster didn't flinch. In fact, it didn't even move. It was like punching a concrete column that only looked like a man. The grip it then held his surprised wrist on was like iron, and the punch that graced his mouth was like biting a pile-driver.

There was a flurry as the monster with the grip pounded on it's helpless victim. It wasn't until it let go that Taisen attempted to activate his chaos to give himself an edge. It wasn't until then that he realized he'd be fighting without it. The monster, though, it had eyes like his when he was in chaos. Considering what had just transpired in his head, he knew there was only one thing this simulacrum monster could be. Taisen had to fight his own chaos to take control of it. Seemingly reading his mind, the Chaos appeared even angrier that Taisen knew it's secret, and would now by actively trying to beat it. This explained why it hadn't reacted to his punch earlier. Chaos felt no pain. Which meant that taking it apart until it was incapable of moving would be the only chance Taisen had to kill it. No sooner had he come to this realization that a booted foot collided with his breast plate and sent him tumbling across the landscape.

His roll was stopped violently by the concrete side of a building, but was promptly continued as the Chaos slammed him the rest of the way through it. Slightly frustrated that he still hadn't got a word in edgewise, Taisen took hold of this foot and gripped it tightly. Even though the Chaos was superior in strength and speed, Taisen was still more than strong enough to hurl his own weight with one hand. Planting his feet and spinning to build momentum, he used the chaos form as a club to take out aggression on the walls. Once he was quite pleased that the walls had learned their lesson, he threw the chaos through the weakest looking wall for good measure and chased after him. Before the dust cleared, he felt not one, but two boots crash into his diaphragm as the unruffled Chaos horse-kicked itself out of it's crater. Their mutual impact took down the rest of the building, and somehow in the dust Taisen crashed through at least two more before coming to rest in the middle of the village.

[Beltran]

+20

[Molokai]

40/120

It wasn't hard to guess what was coming next. Through the hole that Taisen's body had just created, the Chaos seemingly glided in and clutched his throat while he was still coughing dust. Lifting him bodily toward the sky, it made like it was going to finish him off, a small look of amusement flashing across it's maddened countenance. Acting instinctively, since the world was still spinning from that last barrage he endured, Taisen took in hand a piece of concrete from the late wall. Everyone knows that something as hard as concrete is incredibly hard to shatter without heavy machinery. When Taisen swung the chunk against the side of the Chaos's head, it crumbled into powder. Although the thing couldn't feel pain, it still loosened it's grip and stumbled a small way into the interior of the building.

Now free and no longer choking, he was finally able to examine where he was. He could almost smile at his good fortune for winding up where he did. As the chaos recovered from having it's head smacked, Taisen grabbed the nearest barstool and slammed it against the its face. The sturdy wood with steel bolts shattered easily under the incredible forces involved, and for the first time put the Chaos on the defensive. With the revelation that he was surrounded by impromptu weapons and stuffed into the kind of cramped space that he thrived in, Taisen received a whole new confidence. Stomping forward, he smashed a chair against the other side of the Chaos's face and jabbed its throat hard with the remnants of the leg. Staggering, there was nothing it could do when Taisen grabbed its hair and slammed the bridge of its nose on the corner of a table.

For good measure, Taisen then lifted this table, feeling its weight as next to nothing, and pounded the Chaos into the ground with it until it was reduced to splinters. Naturally, the enraged Chaos didn't feel any of this, but it was rattled and visibly injured, filling Taisen with still more confidence. His vice-like hand clamped around the ankle of the beast and turned the tables, so to speak. Instead of using the tables to hit it, he was going to use it to hit the tables. Much like he had done in the previous building, he swung it around and used it's momentum to smash tables and chairs and chunks of hard wall with greater and greater ease. When he ran out of things to smash it against, he threw it mightily next to the bar and chased it down with a vengeance.

Not allowing it time to recover, he grabbed it by the sides of it's head and smashed his skull against its already-broken nose, flattening what was left of it. Then, he picked it up by it's skull and brought its entire bulk down on top of the bar, conveniently stacked with glasses. Enjoying his newfound advantage, he dragged the grimacing monster across the bar, driving more and more glass into it's back, until it again found the wall. As it dropped, lying on the floor bleeding, which was surprising since it didn't appear to have noticed, Taisen held its head up by its hair and repeatedly brought his iron fist against its teeth. All of this seemed to have had little effect on it, though, since it was able to perfectly time his punches to do a clever little maneuver that put Taisen through the ceiling.