Random training [PT NDE]

[Runeska]

Shippuutentei
Rank: A
Skill: Ninjutsu
Effect: One of the strongest Futon jutsus. Causes the wind to begin spinning violently in the air as three large funnel clouds comes from the clouds and spin around the user before coming together as one and causing a large sphere of air around the battlefield with hurricane strength winds that can severely damage or kill anything in the air. The user is protected as the jutsu forms around him.
Special: Handseals
Drawback: Damages anything in the area, friend or foe. Must be used outdoors, when used indoors it can blow away the structure harming the user.
Description: The user forms the handseals as the wind above them begins to twirl. As the handseals complete the sky becomes dark and the clouds swirl violently. Three tornados/funnel clouds fall from the sky and cause damage as they spiral around the user before coming together in a large ball of wind that blows with hurricane strength winds. This move can be even more deadly if there is a lot of debris or weapons scattered in the battleground.
Limit: Must have Wind Release

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Having found his a place to train, Aclime decided to go ahead and move his training along right now, without even waiting another moment. For his jutsu in mind, his hands would begin forming hand seals. They’d run slowly, as this was actually his first time performing the jutsu in his mind. After a few seconds, the hand seals were completed and he began to move his chakra around himself. The chakra would slow and gently began to drift out of his body. As he began to do this, he would simply sit there and try to familiarize himself with the currents of wind about him. A few seconds would pass by, and he’d slowly begin to boost the chakra flowing around him as he converted more of his chakra into wind. Within passing seconds, his chakra would begin to spin violently around him and he’d begin pushing this chakra upward into the sky. This process was very slow and yielded almost no results for the ex-kage-now-chuunin.


His chakra would travel very slow over the course of about thirty seconds, far too long for his jutsu to take affect. Suddenly, he could feel an increase in the movement of wind around him. It was a swirling motion, like the formation of a tornado. It was a very small swirling motion though, a whirlwind at best. Around him, leaves on the floor would begin to pick up and waft through the air. Still, the grass on the floor would begin to begin to billow about. It was suddenly about ten degrees cooler. This was a very small display though. He could tell his chakra was being wasted. He decided not to stop just yet though. Aclime had to see what else he could draw out of this technique as it stood. As he pushed out and focused more of his chakra into the air he could see the sky over head darkening. Before he knew it, the clouds began to swirl very slowly. Then they suddenly began to chase each other before it formed what appeared to be a cyclone.

He’d known all along that he was supposed to bring this down to him where it would harm his enemies. However, this didn’t happen. Not just yet. Instead the wind would suddenly pick up and began to blow dirt into his face. He wasn’t blinded, but it was hard to see exactly what was happening. The swirling sound around his ears told him that the wind was picking up. He was getting winded by this time, but the wind suddenly started to howl. His shirt was slowly tearing at its seams as the wind began to pick up violently. Suddenly, he felt like his body was not on the floor anymore. He opened his eyes briefly and looked down to discover his feet were just a few inches from the floor.

He quickly cut the chain and watched as the leaves and such around him began to drop. The grass stopped moving, and clouds above calmed and returned to normal. There was certainly something wrong he was doing. As the sky grew bright with the sun’s rays, he breathed out silently and took a few breaths, readying himself for round two. This particular area of the hidden mist was abandoned and simply waiting to be torn down anyway. If he managed to perform this properly, he’d surely speed up the process a bit. If he was lucky, no one would show up, otherwise, things could get quite messy.

[Runeska]

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The chakra in his body would begin to build up once more, prior to making handseals. Concentrating again, the handseals would form for the technique that he was attempting. He was still iffy on whether or not it would yield the effect he was intending to get. Slowly, the chakra would seep outward once more. Over head, movement in the clouds could clearly be seen. He wasn't quite too sure what was happening, or rather what would be the proper manner for it do so. However, he decided to speed up his count. Only a second would pass by and the winds would suddenly pick up once more.


The cloud swould darken in the wake of his chakra. Sun would become cloud and darkness as it was seemingly blocked out in this area. Yes, something was happening, and it wasn't taking nearly as long as previously. He could feel winds swirling overhead violently, but they wouldn't come down. Not now in any case. Still, the effects of his jutsu were slowly coming together on a very small scale. The winds were invisible to naked eye, but brief swirling groups of dirt and leaves could be seen nearby. Little dirt devils, or so it would appear. Only a few inches at first, three pillars of dirt and leaves began to rise upward a few meters. Every passing second would darken these pillars more as they picked up more dibris and rose higher.


He thought he heard something behind him, but he continued with his jutsu. The wind had began to call out silently until it was a howling in his ears. It was likely just the wind that he'd heard picking up more leaves. His body would answer the call of the wind by closing his eyes and relaxing. Yes, he had neglected this release a lot lately. This was his natural calling. To go with the wind, the flow, to be careless and free like the night breeze. He closed his eyes and continued to allow his chakra to seep from his body. It had all felt so natural. He was venting all his pent up emotions and feelings through this wind.


Still silent and in concentration, his eyes closed for a moment. Yes, the wind was beginning to spiral slightly. The pull was much stronger too but he wasn't actually in control. Rather, he'd slipped and just allowed natural tendencies to take over. During this time, the wind had lifted him from the floor. Like the pillars of dirt nearby, he was also a few meters from the floor. It wasn’t enough, not nearly so. At this rate, it was simply a pretty show for someone, not an actual battle technique

Pushing further, he charged his body with more chakra, allowing it to leak up into the air. He really didn’t think that he’d pull it off in this one attempt. It seemed to garner some kind of affect as the sky darkened and the howling sound grew louder into his hears. The clouds in the sky overhead would begin to sharpen and swirl together. Around him, the wind could be seen swirling about as it lifted dirt and some debris visibly.

[Runeska]

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The wind was obviously stronger than previously. A building just over thirty meters to the left would being to whistle and sway slightly. It was a small building, only one story, though it had obviously seen better days. He had to cut his progress short though. Despite the obvious strength the jutsu would eventually hold, he’d already allowed one failed attempt to go on for long enough. For the time being, he stopped his concentration and cut the chakra supply from the wind. Almost immediately, the gray winds of debris clattered back down to the floor, depositing at the chuunin’s feet upon the solid ground beneath him.

He stopped to catch his breath, and give his chakra the time to settle. It was all he needed, to use all his chakra at one time. Rather, he’d like to pace himself, but not needlessly wasting about half of it. A minutes passed, and he glanced back up at the sky. It too had calmed, so he decided to begin his handseals once more. Upon the completion of those seals, the wind would billow around him. This time, the clouds would twist and spin around violently over his head. The sky, darkening again, would show funnel clouds over his head beginning to come down to his location. Still, those clouds had to reach down pretty far to reach itself to him. They were still perhaps many hundreds of miles in the air, and wouldn't reach him for a while.


About the time when the funnels visibly began to move, a massive shoot of wind tore at Aclime's side. He'd hurt himself, with his own jutsu. He wasn't expecting it, but his flinch was very minor. The trickle of blood on the left side of his stomach was very small and minor in comparison to past injuries. The wind began to tear upward at him, as if it wanted to drag him into the sky. However, he began fighting this, and though it was tough, his feet remained on the floor firmly.The winds from Aclime's jutsu would continue to pick up with astounding speeds. As the thoughts remained placidly concentrating on his jutsu, one thing would have been changing. The winds around him would have continued to get stronger and more violent. He could hear the whistling sound in his ears it began to grow into the sound of a train. And yet it wasn't done.


Swift spirals of dirt began to lift off the ground again. He couldn't feel the wind lifting him up at this point of time. However, it appeared as though everything not directly nailed to the floor began to pull upward. Grass would began to uproot around him. Loose gravel and stones would float as the seconds passed by with agonizing sloth. The seconds would slowly toll by, with every couple of seconds lifting a new object in the air. Each object would flit and twirl, as if some giant were turning it over in its hand and then spiral upwards. But was that it? What was left for him? Would the winds only continue to pick up only to have no climax at its high point?

[Runeska]

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No, instead, his eyes would gaze upwards to the sky. The deep black clouds overhead were splitting as if to allow a message down from the heavens. Only, once a clear circle had formed in it's center would the clouds overhead began to spiral. This motion would likewise began to quicken and speed until his eyes stopped tracing a collection of clouds and saw no more than a single black mass moving overhead. He knew he was beginning to get somewhere now. It was at this time when the pillars of dirt and grass would begin to rise upward. Originally, it had been nothing than a few meters from the floor. However, amongst the course of time that had passed by with his waiting, the seconds had turned them into dancing twisters of loose dirt and gravel. He was maintaining decent control. Nothing had happened yet that he hadn’t willed to. However, it was working with an auspiciously low amount of chakra. Perhaps he’d see what happened when he allowed himself to pump more chakra into the air.


Suddenly, another burst of chakra would free itself from his body. No sooner did he do this, the process of everything seemed to speed up more. The clouds over head would create what would look like three wispy hands of smoke. These would reach out slowly from the swirling spiral of clouds overhead until they grew into size just a bit more. They were hard to recognize, but these were funnels like hundreds of miles in the air. The bulbous forms were barely qualified as tornadoes at all. Of course, he was lucky not to get the full effect yet. He wasn’t ready for it. These funnels would only form after the wind had grown in intensity.


With the wind now strong enough to become nearly visible, they were heavy laden with loose debris. The funnel clouds higher overhead could be seen growing larger. The long stretches of clouds overhead grew in similar volume as their forms began to twist and spiral. With the growing winds, large jagged rocks would also be lifted upwards. With his attention shifted towards maintaining the jutsu, when one such rock flew at him, he’d never notice, at least not until it hit him. When it did, the high velocity of the object would tear into his skin, creating a jagged, and what would have been large, laceration, if not for his slightly tougher kamyuja skin.



Having such though, didn’t take away from the fact that he was bleeding, something that could eventually get in the way. Perhaps… he’d wrap it in cloth for the time being. In the meanwhile, he’d stopped channeling his chakra into the air. Immediately, the malformed funnels would disappear, followed closely by the plummeting of about fifty pounds worth of dirt, grass and stones. Only about a minute later, the wound would wrapped and sealed shut so that it could heal. He grimaced slightly at the twinges in his stomach. It wouldn’t stop him from training. He stood catching his breath, waiting to feel the right moment to start again.

[Runeska]

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With his self inflicted injury wrapped to stop the bleeding, Aclime began to form hand seals. These hand seals would be run at the slowest rate that he could imagine, giving as much time as he wanted to use his chakra. During this time, his chakra would build inside his body, bundling into coils that he’d release once he finished his hand seals. The sky overhead would change again. The wind would instantly begin to sweep upward then form vast gale winds that billowed forth in his face. It was pulling at his clothing, his hair, and once more, everything that wasn’t rooted in the ground below.


The wind began to swirl upwards visibly as it grabbed at what little grass remained about. The wind would transform into furious gales plastered heavily with dirt and grass, and stones as the winds picked up again. He began to count the seconds slowly as he allowed his chakra to manifest itself into the wind. Again, darkness would prevail in his wake as the already dying sun light would be blocked by a massive entanglement of black clouds. Using his chakra, he’d try pulling at the clouds, enticing it to form funnel clouds. He was baiting them in a way. Of course, this would have to be done slowly, less he simply entice his own destruction. That was the nature of wind.


A whistle in the wind would give way to a small howl, growing larger by the second. This would continue on for a full minute. As he paced himself slowly he could feel the wind picking up even more. Howling wind would grow to a deafening roar, and at last to the raging shriek of a banshee. His ears were beginning to ring, not truly accustomed to such sounds. Still, he allowed the wind to continue to grow. For the next minute, he’d continue to slowly seep more chakra outward to the sky. The twisting formation of the clouds overhead turned to swirling vortices. Again, he could feel the wind tugging at his flesh. It was irritating and slightly painful, comparable to hung but by skin instead of the neck. He fought against this feeling, attempting to drag down the funnels to him.


Suddenly, his body would grow weary of his training, and he let just a bit too much chakra slip at once. Immediately, the gale strength winds would begin to lift him upward. He winced as he felt like his skin was about to be sheared off the bone and sinew in his body. Within seconds, he was nearly ten meters in the air, being held up by nothing but the wind which continued to pull at him continuously. The funnels clouds overhead finally began to form though. It had been a few minutes by this time, painfully slow for any battle technqiue. However, this didn’t even cross his mind. He was too preoccupied with the current situation. The funnels would form as black bulbous clouds reaching slowly down from the sky. It was three in total, each little more than collective strings of cloud wind. With the passing seconds, these would continue to reach down further from the sky until it looked like they were within reach.


All the while Aclime noticed that the buildings in the area, all old and of poor condition began to sway, lean and tilt. Not yet would they fall. Instead, they’d continue to creak and sway in the wind, his wind, which he was steadily loosing control of. It was a dangerous situation. It was clear he couldn’t controll what was happening at this point. The most he was able to do was will himself to the ground, though even this was arduous. As his feet got within a respectable dropping distance of the ground, that’s exactly what he did, drop. This was accomplished by severing his chakra from the wind. When he stopped, the wind began to cool down. The sky was once more clear, but still dark due to the passing of day.

[Runeska]

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Sitting upon the floor, Aclime began to analyze his latest actions in conjunction of his jutsu. Funnels were now forming which was good. The winds were brutal though. How was he supposed bring about such a powerful storm if it nearly killed him in its intermediate stages? Everytime the wind got stronger, it pulled at his clothing than pulled him into the air. That meant a lack of control. That could be fixed with practice. However, the lack of a funnel meant he was channeling enough chakra or wasn’t doing so properly. The time would pass by rather quickly as he waited on his body to ready itself. He figured that to start with, he needed a bigger start. Thus, things would start again from here.


Aclime would move the chakra in his body quickly, elevating the flow that his tenketsu normally stored. With a bit of concentration, that chakra would be busted out of his body with the wind element, though no hand seals would be formed yet. Then, with the greatest of his speeds, hand seals would be formed as the wind over his head began to swirl. It made a small but sinister whistle overhead, the type that filled his ears. At the completion of the last hand seal, the night sky initiated a change. Clouds would begin to gather overhead. Just before, the night had just settled in. Still, the half full moon had lit up the sky partially. Now, the darkened clouds from his jutsu had cornered this partial light source. Darkness prevailed, and Aclime could only see about ten meters ahead with normal vision.


Low vision didn’t deter him though. He finally felt as though he was getting his jutsu to work a bit without straining his control. Pushing upward, his chakra would begin to affect the sky above him. The clouds that had gathered began to move, first slowly but as the seconds passed by, the motion would turn violent. Spiraling overhead, they visibly began to form what appeared as a circle. Again, his chakra has likewise affect the wing more as well. The whole time the clouds had began to whirl about, the winds steadily got stronger. The whirling motions of the clouds had caught to the winds. They’d begin to pick massive amounts of dirt and debris from the floor.

The immediate area around him was all that seemed to be affected. To remedy this, he began pushing his chakra outward more. It was very touch and go though. For every meter he pushed the air around outward, it became part of his torrential territory. However, the further out it stretched, the more it weakened. For this, he had to continuously push and pull out more, increasing the chakra he had in the wind. Looking around him more, he could see the wind picking gradually and regaining it’s original strength. The wind had yet to rip and tear at him. He felt a clear amount of progress being made hear. However, he’d yet to doing anything about the funnel clouds over head. Listening though, he could hear a lot of groaning and squeaking. A look to the right would reveal an oddly structured building. It was rocking slightly. Would it crumble when he pushed out to his fullest?


He pushed the thought aside though. It was highly unlikely that anyone would miss these odd buildings from an old era. Aclime’s attention instead flowed to the clouds overhead. Upon his concentration, they’d begin to swirl more visciously. In response small lumps in the clouds began to push downward. The swirling motion would catch to these lumps in the clouds and they’d begin to travel downward. These would be the formation of funnel clouds.

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At the formation of his infant funnel clouds, the wind around him would at last reach a strength that would become taxing on his body again. The wind by this time was a gale force whirlwind of loose grass, dirt, and small debris. This material was being tossed about in area like grains of sand in the sea. It was simply everywhere. His main focus was still the clouds at this point. Large bulbous forms were in the air, causing the mass change in power. Though, these being funnels high in the clouds above, they were poorly defined and barely qualified as the creation he was going for. More concentration required more chakra, and so both were used consecutively as he pushed and pulled on the funnel clouds forming.


After about thirty seconds of the chakra pumping further into the clouds, he’d begin to pull on them more. His efforts would yield three distinct small funnels forming out of the clouds. Moving his chakra upward and around, the funnels would begin to twist slowly. This wouldn’t do though. The motion had to be much faster and violent in order for his technque to gain it’s full strength. This motion would be gained slowly though. It currently on two rotations every second. This was enough to toss small items around, but that strength that projected was pitiful in comparison of what he had envisioned. Once again the only way he fix this was by perfecting the rotations of his funnels.


Chakra would be poured into the three individual funnels while he attempted to speed up the rotations. Gradually, he’d pull them down at the same time, though this would appear to hold less of an affect then the rotations. His chakra would swirl with the wind until it would catch to the three funnels. Via the wind release, he began trying quicken the rotations while consecutively shaping the funnels into tornadoes. The rotations were too slow however. Such a slow speed would never hold the conpact shape of a tornado. The chakra he was constantly emitting would continue to speed up the rotations and he’d count them by feeling. Three… four… five… six, then it’s stop. A full minute had passed which decent work done, but for a technique intened to start up after seconds, he was moving too slow and draining himself again. Fearing for the worst, he stopped, believing that to continue on for such a long time would cause everything to spin out of control.


After cutting his chakra from the wind, the night sky would return to normal. The clouds would part, reveal a thin line of moonlight to him. Aclime would break for a few seconds while regaining his composure. When he was done, he begin moving chakra through his body again. This would expel outward as he began hand seals again. He was ready for another round. He was only getting closer toward perfection. At the conclusion of his hand seals, the clouds would gather over head again. The swirling motion was picking again when he suddenly pushed all his chakra outward at once. It was his attempt to see just how much he’d trully improved in this short time. By this by choice, the wind overhead would turn to vicious cutting whirls of heavy dirt and grass. His vision quickly clouded as the dirt and such picked into the air. Still, the winds were brutal. He was missing a step somewhere in there. He’d have to figure it out and soon. In the meanwhile, the he could see his winds had in deed strengthened, maybe doubled. They were picking up much larger objects such as brick, broken chunks of wood. Oh the joy. Let the games begin.

[Runeska]

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Again, Aclime would shift his attention back toward the funnel clouds in the sky. The hand seals had already been formed, and the winds were already gaining. The only things left to work on were the funnels in the air and the over all appearance of the technique. Using the wind releases, Aclime would push on the funnels in one direction, attempting to speed up the rotataions. At the same time, he pulled downward. He’d watch as his funnels became more defined in shape and the twisting picked up more. He was sure that if he continued on like this, he’d meet the requirements of his technique.


His winds would continue on violently, picking up until it literally tore a small tree out the ground. He’d expected his wind to tear such an object out the ground and drag it into the air, possibly tearing it to shreds. Instead, it simply toppled over and dropped after it’s roots were freed. Dirt and such would drift upward, strange except for the fat that his funnels were gradually getting closer to the floor. The descent must have been something hundreds of meters per second. This extension towards weakened the overall strength of the three funnels though, mostly it was due to the overall size that had changed by far. Once again, he’d have to fix his problem by adding more chakra. As he did this, he continuously pushed chakra into the three funnels as he began to count the rotations every second. Five… Six… Seven, though it still wasn’t fast enough.


Through his continued efforts, the wind finally began regain it’s strength that it previously had. He’d continue pushing on the funnels with his chakra, still counting the number of rotations. Seven… eight… nine, the seconds would pass by until his count would die. But why would he stop counting after all the diligent work he’d been doing? Easily enough, he’d lost count after about ten. That’s not to say it didn’t increase. In fact, it seemed to do so exponentially for a few seconds. He couldn’t count them anymore though. He knew because at some point of time, the funnels turned black all the debris they’d picked up. At point, it stopped looking like it was even moving except at it’s lowest point.


Suddenly, it seemed as though his funnels wouldn’t grow anymore. It was as if they’d reached their growth potential. He observed them for a bit as they descended. Again, seconds would further pass. At this point, these were not mere funnels. Long since, they were tornadoes. With them so close to the ground now, he could feel the wind litterally tearing at the ground. He was barely standing up to his own winds right now. Randomly split around the area, tiles would peel off buildings as they literally began to turn to rubble. He heard some kind shattering sound in the roar of the wind. His mind didn’t register it at first, but it came to him just seconds before it otherwise would have been too late. It was old glass from a building. He’d moved himself back a meter in one quick movement. This proved well advised for him, for if he hadn’t, the glass would have taken off his head. Instead, it whizzed past him at neck level, the speed of it still leaving an odd feeling on his skin.

Still, he held up the wind, attemting to seek some form of control over it. This last final part would have been melding the three tornadoes into one super storm. This proved to be too much though. Every time he pulled the three closer together, they’d instead push further apart. At last, his deligence appeared as though it would pay off. Each individual tornado began to speed toward him. Each carried perhaps hundreds of pounds worth of debris. Why would he do this though? Easy. Once each hit him, he’d be protected by being in the eye of the storm. That’s when his control gave up though. A single part of tree speed toward him. It would hit him in the shoulder and knock him from his feet. It was so unexpected and the force had popped his shoulder out of place.


As he collapsed, the chakra would be cut by force of habit, leaving behind trailing pieces of wind as the sky cleared again. His head would be face up on the floor watching the twillight night sky overhead as the moonlight began to show again. He realized he had to finish up soon. All his commotion would have attracted someone’s attention, even if no one came around here very often. A sigh escaped Aclime’s lips as he sat up, holding his arm. A brief pause would issue as he adjusted his arm then jammed it back in the socket. Biting back a moment of harsh pain, he rose up back up, ready to begin again.

[Runeska]

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Arm still stiff, the hand seals for his jutsu would be run once again. The speed at this current timing would be the uncontested slowest that he’d managed yet. This would give him a moment to balance out the chakra in his body before he actually released it. The sky overhead, dark and mysterious, was still clear, gleaming slightly A few seconds later, the chakra within his body would pool up and be released in an upward burst as the last of his hand seals formed. Immediately, the wind would begin to swirl around him as well as over head. Darkness would prevail again as his clouds would quickly block out the moon for the umpteenth time this night. There would be no light as the moon was blocked out.


The wind swirling overhead would quickly pick up. The speed of the change was near instantaneously. Perhaps from his diligent work, he’d agitated the wind in some form of way, causing the reactions he’d been getting along to speed up to unfathomable speeds. No mater though. This was what he had trained for, as long as it worked. Simultaneously, the clouds above him would begin a whirling motion. This became a vast vortex of clouds overhead. A second later, he could see the funnel he so desperately needed for his technique forming. It was a bulbous lump for as much as one count. Immediately though, the shapes became three and they twisted violently at speeds that the human eye couldn’t measure. While this had happened, every cubic meter of air around him likewise began to swirl together The speed of the wind around for a brief second would mimic the gust of a regular windy day. However, before the passing of a second, the wind began to literally scream in his ear. The roar would become almost deafening, and in the sense, he could only guess at it’s power



A few seconds would pass by as his jutsu began to progress and bring itself together. The winds would gain in power to become behemoth like it ferocity. He watched as a full layer of dirt lifted from the floor like a solid mat before shredding to dust. And yet nothing was done yet. During this time, the twisting funnels would intensify again into fool blown tornadoes. The wind would become a testament of force a strength at this time. The three independent tornadoes would continuously move closer to the ground from the sky. The motion would be racing downward with each approaching second intensifying the wind on a scale that became deadly. He could feel a slightly pull oh himself, despite the fact that he was controlling it.


At last, the tornadoes touched down on the ground. Each were a bit of a distance off from him, but their vacuuming affect wasn’t spared even on him. The three tornadoes would run rampant for a moment, pulling at the structures in the area. Using his chakra though, he pulled the tornadoes to him. Each would tear apart whole structures as they passed. Still, he urged on the terrible windstorms to his location in hopes of mastering them. This proved difficult, as one would think three such storms would be. However, the distance steadily closed down between him and these massive windstomrs. At last, they get close enough for him to feel the full strength of the winds. They’d swirl around him, completely blocking off his vision. And so it came time for the moment of truth. Failure could have consquence he neither needed or watned.


The process began gingerly, pulling at them with wind chakra slowly. When this proved not to work, he finally threw caution to the wind and pushed out with all he could. Immediatlely, the three tornadoes would close in around him and converge. He expected pain, and lots of it. Instead, there would be none. Things would get quiet for a moment. But why? It was simple. By combining the three tornadoes, it had in fact created a single cylinder of wind around him. It was actually a hurricane by this time. Alcime was in the eye of said hurrican, protected by the empty space inside. Nothing would likely get inside. However, the outside was a different sotry all together.



Everything would quickly become leveled down to nothing as his wind uprooted trees then discarded them like tooth picks. Buildings would be torn apart. Some would be done delicately roof to wall, then the foundation. Others would simply kicked over in the onslaught. Altogether, this would only reach Aclime as one long crash, like a train dragging itself along for miles. Hearing this, Aclime would call of his jutsu. The ruin left in his wake would say one thing to him. This was definitely something to use only in the most dire situations. Oh well, that marked another for the restricted list.

[N A T S U M I]

+90; Learned.

[Runeska]

(Training the A rank with 45 tp in from my revamp)

Gosei Ryuu: Ryusen (Dragon Strike)
Rank: ,"C""B", "A"
Skill: TaiJutsu
Effect: This technique is a range technique that sends a force wave attack in a line at far off distances to cut those far away.
Special: ---
Drawback: ---
Description: A simple technique and the basic technique that must be learned before going into the more advanced techniques of Gosei Ryuu. The user slashes their sword with such strength and fierce force that a blade of force is shocked out with the blade knocking into whoever stands in its way capable of cutting capabilities as if it were a regular sword. When first learned this technique is only as strong as if a user was stricken by a simple bat. When the user learns the next rank, the "B" rank, the force feels like the user was cut like an actual sword. When the user learns the last rank, the highest rank, "A" rank" the force cannot be stopped by a block. The best option is to dodge. Depending on the user's class level depends on the strength of the technique.
"D" Class - Fifteen Meter Cone
"C" Class - Twenty Meter Cone
"B" Class - Thirty Five Meter Cone
"A" Class - Fifty Five Meter Cone
S Class - Eighty Meter Cone

Limit: Must Learn from a Master of Burēdono Kenseijin - ブレードの剣聖人 - Blade of the Sword Saint, Must know all Stances.


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It was time to get serious. Gekkido had had this technique within his arsenal for the longest now. However, even with that, he’d not achieved total mastery of the technique. In blatant terms, it was disappointing, to think of the number of years Gekkido had been using this technique, a very basic one, at that. Taking his stance, he analyzed the rubble around him. There had to be something in the vicinity not yet wrecked, something he could strike at to test his destructive power. While he did, he focused the inner power within his body. His muscles first relaxed, then expanded out slightly in preparation for real rough movements.


What he intended to do was train the mastery level of the Ryusin, the most basic, yet most useful technique of normal Gosei Ryu. That when he spotted, a target, one that could be considered ideal for a basic try. He’d open his mouth, expanding his lungs and diaphragm as he inhaled to take in oxygen. The breath was short, not enough to fill his capacity. Standing quietly, the silence suddenly peeled back, cut through like a sautéed onion. A low humming tore through the air viciously. That was Aclime’s attack, the Ryusen that cut like a sword. Right now, he was looking for the Ryusen that exceeds the ability to be blocked.


He expected such a strike to move like a force outside of human ability. Outside of such, he also expected the impact that it would strike with to be like… explosion, or some high form of energy. It was hard for him to think in terms of practical nouns and verbs, just how vast the skill difference should be to him. But what he could do however, was witness its power once he achieved it. The target in question stood several meters tall. It was a partially destroyed stone and brick wall with enough thickness that it would require the strength of his chaos to destroy.


It was his first time trying to exceed his limits, so of course, he didn’t expect to receive immediate results. Rather, he expected to scrap the wall slightly before his ryusen dispersed on him. The impact with the wall was near immediate, being that the wall was only about 10 meters away. As he expected, there was the sound of the impact, which sounded as though something had crashed with immense force. However, the also predicted scrapping sound haunted his ears, grating them with that harsh high pitched sound. The wall rumbled and a bit of dust shook off the wall. When it settled, a very thin slash like indentation remained from his attack.

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Gekkido sighed silently to himself. Sometimes, he hated being right. It would be nice to maybe, just occasionally, be wrong in a situation where being wrong meant the pleasant surprise of getting more positive results than you hoped. By that, he meant results that actually aided you, not the kind where things went so well that they began to hurt you and even take away from the fact that progress was in fact made. But he didn’t have to dwell on in.


Shaking out his arms, he loosened the muscles up then relaxed them. It was no time to get tensed up, as doing so would only make any effort of doing the techniques more improbable for success. A few seconds passed by, and he took the primary offensive stance of Gosei Ryu. Taking a deep breath, he raised his sword high over his head in a kendo like fashion. The wind around him blew harshly in the night air, lifting small amounts of dust in litter. The air was chilly, but not cold.


He closed his eyes and visualized just how he wanted the strike to land. When he thought of how he wanted to strike to land, he visualized how he intended to make the strike. The answer to that was one synchronized motion. With the sharpest of physical acuity, Gekkido stepped forward with his dominate leg and cut. The cut was a very powerful down sweep with both arms, swung to cut just his the leg hit the floor. To synchronize everything, he let out the breath he’d been holding, in order to release every ounce of pent up energy at once.

The results were more so astounding then previously. He felt that much just the release. There was no strain, no pain, and he felt like he’d just fired off a rocket from the side of his arm. In mass, there was a rapid decompression from the air as it buckled and gave way from his strike. Such velocity and intent behind it, that the air hummed and blurred. In the moonlight, he could see the ryusen. It had taken on a new brilliance with a very wavering image. It was if someone had thrown a mass of volatile energy.

The next moment, it struck, with force akin to a laser. There was no great massive energy release or booming destruction. Again, he’d expected the proper technique to strike with the force of a hurricane in a compressed form. Instead, there was this. The ryusen simply passed through the rock wall as it hadn’t existed with the same transient time and space. Yet, as it passed through, he heard the sound of rock buckling, cracking, and being eaten away. The sound had only existed for the fraction of a second it took to the Ryusen to cut through, milliseconds in all reality. Yet with all that, he couldn’t see the cut in the rock.

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Perhaps it was the short distance he was from the wall. Maybe it was the fact that it was night. Either way, Aclime just couldn’t make out the actual outline in the wall that should portray a cut. Shaking his head a tad bit impatiently, he trotted over to the wall and inspected it keenly with his eyes. The visual inspection at distance showed that the all had indeed been cut. However, it had been cut so cleanly, the wall stood in place as if nothing had happened. In fact, he still had trouble believing it until he ran his hand down the cut. The occupied space spanned vertically up the entire length of it from the barely standing foundation to the crumbling top edge of the stone.

Seeing as Aclime managed to cut it once, surely, he could do it again. However, he’d only done it that once when he concentrated and put everything into a single cut. Combat hardly went like that though. Simply put, it meant practice, and with different techniques that employed the same affect. Perhaps, just maybe, that technique would be appropriate to finish off this wall. Aclime backed away a good distance from the wall. The technique he would try this time would be his current strongest battojutsu technique, juggernaut cut. It was an appropriately named technique, considering the kind of kekkai genkai he had.


The stance he assumed was simple. It was a low bowed crouch, having his left foot further back from his right. From his left hand, he held a tight grip on his sheath, having removed it from his belt. In the other hand, still enclosed with its sheath, was his katana, which he gripped by tsuka. His last success in increases his attacking power came from an unnaturally focused and deliberate movement, one that he’d rarely ever actually use, so he decided to go more natural.


Pulling his katana out as fast as he could, he unsheathed it to make a cutting motion. Normally, that cutting motion itself would be a simple yet powerful battojutsu attack. As it were however, Gosei Ryu was the only martial arts involving a sword where the user could create a shockwave from the same cutting motion. Now, for this particular technique, as the sword was about to make its way out the sheath, he pressed the blade of the katana against the curve of the sheath then flicked his arm slighty at the last moment. This caused the sheath to turn to the side a bit, funneling a massive release of force within a single moment.


Once that occurred, Aclime continued his cut, aiming forward at the wall. The Ryusen which followed flew forth at an amazing speed, yet, it maintained a sphere like form, visible and nearly pulsating at it flew forward. This was the juggernaut cut. When the sphere connect with the two half splits of wall, It was as if a bomb had went off. A mass release of energy went off in the form of cutting waves. The wall, which had been standing moments ago, suddenly peeled away like lead paint in layers. The next instant, there was a large cloud of dust in the wall, then it was over, gone.

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Moving on, Aclime selected another section of wall nearby which survived his prior training and the hurricane. This time, he practiced rapid cutting. That would, afterall, be the deciding factor in whether or not he perfected the technique. Making a decent paced distant from the wall he chose, Aclime adopted a semi offensive stance, bald unsheathead and in his palms. Utilizing the training and physical prowess this fighting had earned him, Aclime began making cutting motions with his sword that many would concider god-like in speed.

For the next 15 minutes, Aclime off and continued this cutting motions, resting his arms for a few seconds here and there with the muscles threatened to give out. As it found, it was the great flaw right now. When he started, his first cut tore right through, as if the wall were only imaginary. The second and third cuts however, began leaving jagged scrapes, indentations, and curved lumps out the wall, until eventually, the progress failed. Each cut got lower in power and penetrative powers.


At least, that’s how it started. However, as he sharpened himself up more and really into his pattern, the cuts gradually began to peak with cutting power. Every third or so out of dozens of triplet sword cuts made a pinking sound like pebbles hitting a window. Every other became a sound like scratching chalkboards. Soon though, he could make out from the repetive cutting sounds, a high pitched swiping sound like cutting sheet metal. These were the sounds he listened to, as every one of those were a fully powered Ryusen.


After about another five minutes, it appeared as though he was actually getting more used to and familiar wit hthe feel of that ryusen. The air feel with nothing but the sound of them passing through the wall, which had began to wear down. He figured he could stop in another moment. But before that, he wanted to make as may successful attacks as possible. Aclime did so at his greatest speed, never letting anything drop or lower in power. He lost count after about a hundred, and only because his hand twitched and dropped his sword. However, by that time, the wall was demolished, torn asunder on many levels.

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Learned

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Jissenetoku (Combat Perception)
Rank: "C", "B", "A", "S"
Skill: TaiJutsu
Effect: By analyzing and keeping an eye on the opponent's shoulder and foot work the user is able to predict movements and grab a feel of when attacks are going to come by making the Burēdono Kenseijin - ブレードの剣聖人 - Blade of the Sword Saint a more proficient fighter.
Special: ---
Drawback: The user is only capable of predicting movements’ one rank below then what they have learned. The user is only capable of predicting movements that are TaiJutsu Based. Any other type of movements cannot be predicted.
Description: The way this technique works is that the user observes certain points of areas of the opponent's body such as the shoulders, thighs, and hips. Since attacks are focused on these points they are capable of making educational guesses towards points of contact that may occur within these certain points. This type of technique is a study where the user is capable of watching an opponent's movements for a brief moment of time predicting TaiJutsu techniques. When the user first learns this technique they are capable of predicting techniques of "D" Rank capability. When the user learns the "B" Rank version of this technique they are only capable of predicting techniques of "C" Rank capability. When the user learns the "A" Rank version of this technique they are only capable of predicting techniques of "B" Rank capability. When the user learns the "S" Rank version of this technique they are only capable of predicting techniques of "A" Rank capability.
Limit: Must Learn from a Master of Burēdono Kenseijin - ブレードの剣聖人 - Blade of the Sword Saint

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“Yes you’re done. Your next spar is against me. That will decide whether you are proficient enough be called a senpai,” Replied Tsunahara Sensei. Akai didn’t bother to grin or offer any form of taunt or insight to his thoughts. Frankly, this was a serious manner. Any full pledged sensei was more than a worthy opponent, so he would have to focus very well. She was ready soon enough as well, stepping into open area of the dojo in a bowed battojutsu stance.

“Hm…” Taking a nearly identical stance, Akai began to inch closer. This would probably be the best actual fight he’d had in his life, that didn’t deter from pure out kenjutsu. He had to stay focused though. He made sure to keep Sensei’s shouldres in clear view of him, as well as her hips and thighs. She was a master, it was no telling how, and when she would launch a powerful attack. So far, he found himself eyeing her very cautiously while moving forward. He couldn’t see any holes in her defense to exploit.

This was bad. That meant he’d be in on the ropes for the majority of this… spar? Would this really just be a spar? The action started quite fast, sensei unleashing a very quick strike upward from her sheath. He observed hips, shoulders and thighs intensely. The only thing he could tell was that there would be a rising strike. The direction though, was far out of his composition. At least it was now. That was to be expected though, when one approached a master. In order to avoid the strike, he had to think fast.

His initial movements would change, quickly shifting from forward to backward. He was… retreating, only a few steps however. One thing he could always tell, was how far a sword’s natural reach was. Using this knowledge, he managed to step just out of reach of the slash. That would only be useful under a situation where one could expect a single cut though. Here, where he was sparring and fighting a kenjutsu master, it was one, the first, of many.

Even as he stepped away, he kept taking in minor details about her figure and form. Her hips shifted slightly, indicating foot movement. She was moving forward to close the distance, meaning another attack. Focusing more along her shoulders, as the forward motion was already determined, he attempted to absorb the smallest twitch of her muscles. At this close a distance, that wouldn’t be hard, but it would be dangerous. He’d have to have split second timing and reaction though. Up, or so he ‘guessed’. Quickly, he reacted, meeting the attack with by drawing up his sword. Just barely, he made, but something felt off…

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“!?” The strength of the attack wasn’t taken into account. Here, he had predicted the base direction of which to counter, but he had not thought, or thought quick enough, what level of strength the hit would be. His own movement, an improvised guard, served as little more than a slight metallic meat shield. It was pushed aside rather easily, throwing his own momentum off. Next thing he knew, a blade was angled at his head and closing in quickly.

He was lucky though, for after the blade struck his own, he quickly recognized the strike as a moderate level strength attack. From there, the continued motion became picked up by him with moderate ease. Before he knew it, he was reacting, the blade not getting the chance to strike his head. It would instead be thrown off angle as he deflected it, using one of the minor techniques within battojutsu for defense. The defense was light however, and he could see that her motions had not yet ceased.


He predicted another left cutting motion would, however there were more. For a mere moment, as he lost a bit of balance, he had taken his eyes off of Mai sensei’s hips and thighs. Now back on them, the motion and placement of the motions implied at least one more strike after the one he’d already predicted. The only problem with that, was that he himself only had a few techniques within his arsenal used purely for defense. The rest of the time, Akai relied either on the ability to strike first, or the ability to evade, stepping past the attack to strike in moments of vulnerability.


There was a gamble to be made. From his position, he could easily attempt stepping past the attacks. However, if there were two more, possibly three coming for him as it was, there wouldn’t be enough time to evade and move once those attacks were redirected. However, trying to outright defy the moves and attacking instead could cause him. The most that could be coming however, would be four, so he’d have to read them as they were coming. He decided to counter the movement using triple cut.

Rising, he made single cutting motion towards his right. His right would be sensei’s left, intending to catch her bladed strike. Properly done, the two strikes would meet with the resulting clash nulling both strikes. However, doing this, he had to watch her closely, as none of other movements had been predicted yet. The moment the blades successfully clashed, he picked up on the next distinct muscle movement. It was right, his left, meaning he had to counter her with a backhanded cut. Again, he was rewarded initially with a short lived success.

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The moment his sword connected with hers another time, he was reward both with success, and a minor set back. She didn’t deliver a strike. Rather, she switched her attack to a deflection, forcing his attack off balance. This was done by meeting his force rather than evading it, then shifting her own sword about so that his road downward. With momentum lost, the sword fight would end there… or one would think. All she had to do was bring her sword upward once more across his body as she already had the perfect opportunity, combined with what one could call perfect placement.


However, as she brought the sword up to cut him, that much had been predicted. That was the maybe, the “maybe it’ll be there waiting” attack, that he thought he saw. Here, he couldn’t manage to bring his sword up to attack, so maybe he’d have to be the one to eat the first landed blow, and after a comparatively short time. That wasn’t quite within his plans however. Due to the numerous different forms of sword based combat Akai and Aclime had undertaken, a degree of flexibility had been gained that could be loosely stretched towards other sword fighting conditions. Here, the attack he’d predicted and foresaw would be evaded with a graceful body motion. Despite the fact Akai was in fact thrown off balance, when the attack came, he followed his moment that was thrown off and simply diverted it. Instead of being thrown, he transitioned into a waist controlled sway, and the slash missed his body, albeit, by a small margin.


Again, this caused him to lose sight of sensei’s body, which seemed to always be rearing for the next assault. The result of losing that sight would be the loss of an otherwise smooth transition from a close encounter. She had her next attack primed and aimed at his upper body, approximate chest height. That was all he could tell, and had time to tell. He had to make the choice again, whether to evade and attack, or possibly defend. Then again… this was a master. It was best not to take an extra strike lightly. The sound of quickly displacing particles in the air greeted sensei’s thrust, as Akai nearly flickered away from the strike.


The Akumu wasn’t the least bit pleased that he’d been force to break his line of assault. It gave her leeway to continue, less he rejoined within the blink of an eye. Quickly regaining his stance and composure, he glued his eyes to her in greater detail, attempting to map out her next movement. Thus, he chose to let her have the next action, as his attention was stricken more so to observing her. Unfortunately for Akai, Sensei Tsunahara was fast, exceedingly so. It was enough for him to read, but even reading her clearly, her forward approach was all too much too fast.

That was strange in deed. He could see everything, or rather comprehend it. The sight was more so an afterthought, slowing down his reactions and giving him few time to react. Maybe, his body, from lack of skilled opponents, had dulled and fallen out of shape. What ever the case was, his best attempts at launching an assault proved to be ineffective. He brought the sharp side of his blade up in a very weak, but quick and sudden slash. The attack, was an attempt to throw off the skilled sensei. However, again, it failed.

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A very sequent broad sweep of sensei’s sword brought its way toward Akai at head level. The perceived threat was immediate, drawing a very quick and jerky reaction from him. His head immediately jerked back, causing the rest of his body to follow shortly after, in which case, he left open for a brief minute for an attack. Surely enough, it came, with, what appeared to be, the swiftest of attacks. Automatically, the akumu’s mind envisioned an attack of such speed that it would have to be out of his ability to predict, and nearly out of his ability to even react to.


What would that attack be though? And how would it be at such a ratio of power, that he would be completely unable to react? From what he imagined, he saw sensei before him, sword sheathed, and her body standing within the battojutsu stance. Her left hand would, without a doubt, grip the sheath while her right held the sword handle. When she pulled on the sword, the first thought that came to mind was one of the strongest techniques within battojutsu, known as flash thrust.

The technique is mind was considered A ranked, or within actual use, a master level technique. The user would focus every natural bit of drawing power and skill they’d achieved throughtout the course of their battojutssu training. With that, when they pulled on the sword, the blade would almost instantliy drawout and pierce into a target, in this case, Akai’s very fleshy body. The power was immense, typically critically injuring, if not outright killing, what ever was struck. And yet here, the power of the technique wasn’t even the most lethal part about it.

The speed was the true killer, as an unskilled target would never actually see the blade until they were already struck. Did she already intend to kill him? Was the Akumu’s performance really such a lackluster display? The motion began rather quickly. Knowing there’d be no other way to avoid the technique its own right, his only option was to move. With the swiftest of body flickers, Akai would disappear, only reappear a full ten meters away, where he continued to watch the hand of his sensei. Immediately, the feeling of stupidity would creep upon, which would soon spark further aggression within his mind.


He’d read wrong, or had perhaps been tricked. The motion was much simpler. In fact, it was a somewhat basic kenjutsu technique where one simply unsheathed the sword with the handle to butt someone with it. There, the strike was intended to forestall an opponent. And he’d been unable to even see that motion to decipher the much lower grade and easy to defend technique. By the time the handled butted out, he’d been far enough away to watch it occur, with a look of scorn.


It appeared he was reading things very off at this point, for a reason that shouldn’t have made sense. Perhaps it wasn’t the technique he was reading wrong, but the intents of his current opponent. She was simply testing his competency. Yet, he was the one acting as though this were a full blown life or death match. Hey, this was my match. Switch off.

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Growing increasingly annoyed, the Akumu switched, allowing the more docilely natured Aclime to regain control of their body. The process took but a moment, a moment in which they were out of synch with their senses. During this time, a very alarming occurrence caused Aclime to leap to action. Sensei was close, very close. If he’d chose to spit at this point, the saliva wouldn’t fly but a foot before colliding with her face. Of course, the comparison wasn’t the real matter of concern.

The real concern lay in the fact that with the intimate closeness of their bodies, there was barely any operating room. Operating room, of course, referred not only to the ability to draw and cut with his sword, but his ability to predict her actions. As it had been pointed out a short while ago, this, was a master, someone not to be trifled with and while he could simply slash as much as he wanted to in order to demonstrate his skill with a sword, it wouldn’t demonstrate his skill as a swordsman or a fighter. What he needed to do was gain distance from her so he could see more of her body other than her head and shoulders.


To do so was quite dangerous though. Once improper movment could leave him with a small window of opportunity to be struck. During his kejutsu competency review, that was not something he wanted to have occur. He had any idea though. Aclime placed his eyes upon her shoulders and neck, letting not even a second pass by. He simply couldn’t afford to miss even one beat in this spar. He pressed forward, keeping a close look on what he could in an attempt to read the flow. Afterall, reading half of the opponent had to be better than not having a reading at all, right?

From here, he could at least gauge what she would do with her arms. His attack had been aimed rather high afterwards, so she’d either have to move away, guard high, or strike low with the utmost of speed and precision. In his case, she guarded high, meeting his attack with the edge of her own Katana. It was what Aclime had been waiting for. As soon as she raised her blade to guard, steel would clash upon steel. Before either blade could be guided into the next motion, Aclime pushed back against her as hard as he could. The result, Sensei read the move, but even reading, she still had to yield before the power, if only slightly so.