Aimi's Solitary Training [TP][P]

[Aimi Kaguya]

Jutsu to be learned:

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Liquid Calcium Control
Rank: E rank
Skill: Taijutsu, supplementary
Effect: Variation of bone control/ creation (see below)
Special: ---
Drawback: Creates toxic calcium just as any other bones do.
Description: The kaguya clan members not only have control for bones they can posses, but also its forms. There osteocytes, osteoblasts and bodily calcium (the component of bones) can be force to remain in a liquid form with practice. This allows there liquefied bone to be used for different purposes. The liquid calcium can be found through out the body and can solidify into bone in an instant (upon command).
Limit: Kaguya clan only

TP earned: 0/5

Aimi stood outside of his private training feild at the edge of teh thin lining of trees which were his only protection from prying eyes from the village beyond. At least, to him they were prying. They might not be intentionally, but he liked his privacy from the world beyond because of the fact that he was a Kaguya. He didn't want anyone finding out unless they absolutely needed to. Even then, he'd rather people didn't know. In his experience, people weren't trust worthy enough to know about his heritage. They wouldn't look past the surface that his predessessors made and would instead judge him by what they did, rather than who he is. That's not what he wanted. It was best that he kept things a secret.

The reason he had come here today was so that he could refine the Dance of Willows, try to make it as perfect as he could. To do that, he would practice on the trees. No one came here, so he doubted that anyone would ask why there were marks in the trees, and even if someone did know and asked him about it he could always say he was practicing with his sword. He would be fine if someone asked him what was the deal with the marks in the trees that was direclty related to him. So walking into the trees, Aimi let the sharp bones, a little more than a meter long, slide out of his palms as he prepared to practice the Dance of Willows. tHe movements were all the same as he had done before in the field, the only differnece was now he was striking at solid objects, so he had to watch where he was moving as well as what he was striking at to make sure he was actually striking something. It was a bit difficult at first, he hit a tree or two more than once. After a little while though, he had adjusted to the tress and was soon jumping from the trunk of one to stab another and then jump again to slash a third with little to no effort at all. Occasionally when he would strike at a tree, part of his lance of bone would fall off, breaking from the impact. While this did not hurt Aimi physically, it did force him to fill inthe gap with more calcium and thus spread his disease more. After so long of repeating this process, practicing the dance and replacing chips from his lance, he knew that he needed to get the calcium out of his body before it would start to affect his over all physical performance.

So, after a nice long time of praticing the only dance he knew, Aimi had to sit down and extract the excess calcium from his body. So he began to concentrate the calcium into the central pointof his body his chest. As always, the pain was terrible but he was used to it by now. In the mean time, he had roughly half an hour before all of the calcium was in a place where he could grab it. So, there was plenty of time to think.

This calcium is a real pain, I wish that I didn't have to do this. It's necessary though, becuase without this jutsu I would die. After a while, that might not be so bad, but I still have things to do whiel I'm here, alive. I still have people to protect, I still have innocense to keep in check, still have evil things to vanquish, the list goes on and on. The point is, I can't let this disease take me just yet. I need to keep on living, I need to get stronger. And who knows? Maybe there's some sort of ultimate destiny out there waiting for me, I just need to find it.* As Aimi's thoughts began to drift away from this and towards other things, he began to think about the other dances of his clan and learning them. The dances beyond Willow were more complex, and more than likely pumped more calcium into his system, which he would then have to take out. It was a vicious cycle really, and it seemed like such a waste. Surely there had to be more use for the calcium than just throwing it away. Maybe I can carve it into something, a little statue or- I know! I could make a Kodama out of them. Maybe I can get it's head to shake like a real Kodama's would, and make the sound too! All I'd have to do is hollow oneo f these things out. But even as he thought of this, an obvious problem occured to him: how could he change the calciums' shape without breaking it all together? Then an idea struck him. The calcium is in a liquified state before I take it out of my body, isn't it? Well, what if I just kept it that way instead of letting it solidify? Surely I could do it with chakra. Well, if nothing else I can try. I don't have anything else to do really. But, how would I put chakra into clacium extract to make it into liquid? Maybe if I just circulate it through the clacium like water, keep the little bits as seperated as possible...

For the next part of half and hour, Aimi thought of differnet ways that he could keep the calcium liquified outside of his body, as well as the posibilities that it presented. With an unlimited supply of liquid calcium, which he could make into a solid by simply taking away chakra, there wasn't a door in the world he couldn't unlock, theoretically. He could also place the calcium underneath doorwaysto form a defense of spikes for anyone who would step in unannounced. The possibilities were practically limitless. All he needed to do was to get it right.

When half an hour had expiered, Aimi reached into his chest and pumped chakra through his fingers into teh calcium that had gathered up there, swirling it about so as to keep it liquified. Gingerly, Aimi took the calcium out of his chest. When it first emerged, Aimi was happy to see that it did seem to be coming out liquified. But the more he pulled out, the more he saw that it was more of a gel than a liquid. Acting fast, Aimi pumped more chakra into the calcium as quickly as he possibly could, trying to get it to liquify. Much to his liking, as he pulled it out more and more, he found that it did in fact start to truely liquify. It occured to him that once it was compeltely out it would just fall and solidify in his lap. Not wanting that to happen, Aimi made sure to have an extra tight grip on his chakra so as not to drop the liquid calcium on himself. At length, he had pulled the calcium completely out of his body and was holding it's liqufied form before him in the palm of his hand. Because of the constant flow of chakra through it to keep it liquified, it was constantly moving and swirling about as though alive. Smiling at this accomplishment, Aimi held the blob over teh ground beside him and then withdrew his chakra, making it all fall to the ground and splat there, quickly solidifing solidly on the ground. "Well, looks as though I have a new use for the calcium other than throwing it away," Aimi said to himself, smiling.


* Epic foreshadowing, just saying.

[Elgar]

+5

[Aimi Kaguya]

Jutsu to be learned:

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Gansaku Suimin (Fake sleep) TaiJutsu
Rank: D Rank
Skill: Taijutsu
Effect: (in description)
Special: --
Drawback: --
Description: (Fake sleep) An attack in which the name is half accurate. The user falls asleep, yet is still conscious along with lightning reflexes. The result of being attacked in this state results in being attacked by a very powerful drunk person. The user also loses his temper very easily if awoken in the best part of sleep. (Note: The user is a very light sleeper when this "attack" is used.)
Limit: Must be Drunk to do

TP earned: 0/10


Aimi walked through the thin lining of trees, holding in both of his hands the two liters worth of sake he had boughten. He had procreated it because he was eager to learn in the specialized fighting syle of Suiken, Drunken Fist. Thus far, he hadn't learned anything in the way of this fighting style though he had set his mind out to learn it to it's full extent. He was nervous though, truth be told. He had never had a sip of sake in his life, so he had no idea how he would be drunk, let alone how he would be drunk and aiming to fight. This should be a fun and frightening experience in all. As he broke through the thin line of trees, he lifted his hand up, blocking the sudden rays of sunlight. He had heard that sometimes when people were drunk, they would get sesnative to light. I hoped he wasn't one of those kinds of people.

Getting a descent ways into the field of grass, Aimi held the bottle of sake up so that he could look at it thoroughly. He turned the bottle around in his hands until it had revolved all the way back to the front with the word "Sake" printed on in plain kanji. There was a cork on top of the bottle and nothing else printed on the overall plain bottle. Using his spare hand, Aimi unsoppered the bottle and took a wiff of it's contents, much to his regret. The smell burned his nose and made his gag reflex act up. He held the bottle at arms length and looked at it with a warry look in his eye. For a moment, he thought about not drinking any and just giving up on this fighting style altogether. He knew it's benefits and all of the stories that came with it... but he really wasn't sure if he was willing to drink whatever it was that was in that bottle just for a fighting style he could only do when he was drunk. He didn't even know if he liked sake. Then came about a drifting and michiveous though, thinking oh so loudly in his mind, "You only live once, and drunken fist is such a fun fighting style to perform. It's like dancing in front of all of your friends! Except that you're blitzed out of your mind and you might not remember if you killed someone or not." The thought didn't do much to sway his mood, but it did provide him with enough bravery to take the first sip.

Bringing the bottle up to his lips, Aimi slowly tipped it's contents back until all but a few drops stayed in the bottle. Lowering the bottle, Aimi swirled the sake around in his mouth a little bit before swallowing it. Sniffling, Aimi looked down at the bottle of sake in his hand. "Not bad really..." he said aloud. Bringing the bottle back up to his lips, Aimi took down a nice cups worth down his throat before loweing the bottle again. Suddenly he could feel his head get hot as his cheeks went red. His straight posture suddenly became a little more limp and he swayed on the spot. He put the cork back onto the sake bottle after three missed atempts and sat it down on the ground. "Okay," Aimi said, his speech already slurred. "I think I'm good and drunk now, I can feel the little fishies swimming around in my head. I feel good actually, that sake really hit the spot! I wanna fight something, I wanna... I wanna... I want to..." Suddenly, Aimi felt dizzy and the world seemed to be blurred before his eyes. He didn't realize it yet, but he had a very low tolerance to alcohol in general, and it didn't help that sake, his first alcohol, was a strong one. He took a drunken step forward, then one to the left, his body swaying all the time. "Sleep," he said at last, a smile slinking it's way onto his face and his eyes spinning from dizyness. "Yeah, that's what I wanna do, I wanna sleep! I'll sleep, that way if anyone comes along they won't know I'm a Kaguya because it's rude to wake a sleeping person!" Laughing at his drunken genius, Aimi went to make a strong pose and only succeeded in slipping on the grass in which he stood and falling to the ground below.

"Ow!" Aimi cried out, cringing in pain and grabbing the back of his head. "That hurt you stupid ground! Who put you there anyway?!" Another wave of dizyness struck Aimi, making the scowl retreat form his face only to be replaced by a smile. "Sleep! That's what I gotta do, I gotta sleep so that no one will discover my identity!" Aimi said, bringing his hands up in front of him and wiggling his fingers to and fro before his face. Closing his eyes, Aimi let his hands fall down to the ground and then his body go limp, looking exactly as a sleeping person would. If someone where to come along at that moment, they would wonder what a rosy cheeked youth was doing sleeping in the fields rather than in a home?

Suddenly Aimi sprang up to his feet, his hands held up high defying the heavens. "But I don't want to sleep!" he procalimed to all the world. "I want to run and jump and do flips and fight and stuff!" With that he was off, running through the fields at break neck speed for a genin, his arms down at his side and his entire body generally swaying from drunkeness. He jumped up into the air, spinning as he did to gain momentum, and held out his left leg so as to kick out at anything that might be in the air. He gave a mighty battle cry that he was very proud of. Most teachers would have been proud of him at that moment actually, if they didn't know he was drunk. His stance was perfect, as was his take off and out stretching of his leg. What wasn't perfect was the way he landed, which was flat on his behind and rolling through the grass with many grunts and grumbles. When he had stopped moving, his face was in the grass and his back was to the sky. "No, no," Aimi said, his eyes swirling not from drunken dizyness but from having spun around so much. "I lied, I want to sleep." Again Aimi went limp on the ground and appeared to be perfectly asleep. Then he spun around on the spot so that his back was on the ground and sat up, his arms in the air. "I lied again! I don't want to sleep! No wait, I was telling the truth, I want to sleep." He layed down on the grass again, only to pop up again in a few moments, proclaiming his want for action, then saying he had lied and really wanted sleep. This continued for about fifteen minutes on and off, Aimi getting up ready for action and then falling back onto the ground to 'sleep'. Finally, Aimi just ended up laughing himself silly until he actually did fal asleep.

When he awoke, he was no longer drunk but his head was not killing him and he could remember all that he had done. He was however suddenly very aware of the pressence of his liver in his body. "Man..." Aimi said aloud, sitting up slowly and rubbing his head where he had hit the ground before. "This fighting style is going to be more difficult than I thought if that's how I'm going to be acting all the time..."

[ladymia]

+6

[Aimi Kaguya]

OOC: still learning the same Jutsu

TP earned: 6/10


Getting back up, Aimi looked around the field of grass for his bottle of sake. It took him a few minutes to find it but when he did he picked it up and thought it would be bothersome to have to find this in the dark, when and if it got dark. So, picking two long blades of grass from the ground, Aimi ties the ends of them together, tied one end around the neck of the sake bottle and then tied the whole thing around his waist underneath his coat so as to not have to find it in the dark. It was only a temporary solution though, he would eventually have to find a belt or just carry the bottle at all times.

Untying the bottle from his newly made grass belt, he unsoppered it again and looked at it again. He wanted to have a go at what he had done earlier, partially as a way to get more used to getting drunk and also because he remembered himself sleeping a lot, or pretending to sleep, or not sleeping entirely. One or the other, he wasn't entirely sure though and that's why he wanted to try it again. So, bringing the bottle up to his lips, Aimi took another great gulp and then lowered the bottle again, soppering it once more and tying it back to his belt. It didn't take long for his face to get hot and his cheeks to get rosey again and then he was swaying on the spot once more and a drunken smile came onto his face. "Look at that!" he cried out. "I can't see straight again. I get drunk pretty easily it seems. That's useful! That means I don't need to drink much before I can fight drunk again, so I can... I can..." Aimi's speech trailed off again and his eye lids fell half way down his eyes. His legs were still and his arms were down at his side, but his upper body just seemed to swirl on the spot all on its own, as though he were making the world spin himself. He had drank more this time than he had the first, he was now very much drunk (he would realize how much to drink and how much not to later when he woke up from a hangover).

His gaze shifted over towards the thin lining of trees, though they were trees in his eyes. They were people, people wearing green hats and brown clothing. He took a shaky step back away from them and said, "Oh no! It's people! They'll know I'm a Kaguya, they're not susposed to be here! What're they doing here in my private place, huh? It shouldn't be like that..." his speech trailing off again, Aimi's body slumped forward in a despairing sort of way. Then it was suddenly straight as an arrow as he riased his right arm up in the air and said, "I know! I'll just pretend I'm asleep like I did earlier and they won't notice me! It's so perfect, it fits so well together than they'll have to believe that!" As to who they were was anyones guess as it was Aimi's, for he wasn't reffering to the tree-people he thought he was seeing. Little did that matter though as he lowered his arm to his mouth in an atempt to cover up his giggling smile. Without another word though, he fell backwards in the grass and was very much asleep to the world, and very much concious at the same time. His body was limp, his breathing was steady, and his arms and legs were spread out wide. His mind and ears, however, were fully alert and were still thinking a thousand thoughts a minute and listening to the gentle breeze. He stayed that way for a while, trying to decieve the tree-people he thought he saw. So still and sleep like was he that a butterfly thought him to be a peculiar part of the ground and decided to land on him. It never got the chance to however for as it was going to land on Aimi's nose, Aimi's hand shto up and grabbed the butterfly by its legs, making it flap it's wings furiously and try to escape his grasp in its frightened state. Aimi opened his eyes and looked at the butterfly he had caught and glowered at it. "Oh, it's only a butterfly," he said sadly. "I thought you were one of the people over there trying to touch my face as I slept, and that's very rude you know... so is landing on a sleeping persons' face now that I think about it! Bug off you... you bug, I'm trying to sleep!"

Aimi let go of the butterfly's legs and closed his eyes again, his hand going limp down at his side once more and his breathing becomeing slow and regular again. He was asleep to all the world once more, and yet awake enough in his own mind. So he stayed, not another flying thing daring to land on him and the tree-people not comining close to distub him as he thought they might. After a couple of hours of lying like this, Aimi's drunkeness wore off as did his fake sleep. Opening up his eyes, Aimi immedeatly shut them and brought his left arm over his eyes, sheilding them from the harsh light of the sun. He rolled over in the grass and groaned, his head pounding. "Too much sake!" he cried out, only to regret having done so a moment later when his ears pounded at the sound of his own voice. He groaned again and waited a while until his hangover had dulled enough so that he could stand up and walk back to his home again. He had drank too much for his body to handel today, but he needed to drink in order to fight using Suiken. So he decided that when he got hoome and he was feeling better, he would experiment a little bit and find out just how much was enough for him to get sufficently drunk but not wake up with a hangover once it had worn off.

[Corvus]

+4

[Aimi Kaguya]

Jutsu to be learned:

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Snake Eyes
Rank: D
Skill: Taijutsu
Effect: (in description)
Special: --
Drawback: --
Description: This technique is simple and slightly childish. The user lifts his right hand, bending only the middle finger, holding it down with the thumb while keeping the other three fingers extended. Moving in close to the opponent, the user strikes out with that same hand, poking the opponent in the eyes and blinding them for a few seconds (1 turn), allowing the user to follow up with another technique.
Limit: Must be drunk to do.

TP earned: 0/10


Aimi sat underneath a tree, it's shade hiding him away from the sun and keeping his body cool. In his hand was the medium bottle of sake he had bought only the day before, he was spinning it around in between his fingers, contemplating what it was he was about to do. Over the past couple of days, he had learned that fighting while drunk presented it's own advantages that his concious and sober body couldn't do. However, the hangovers were killer. He had barely been able to move this morning becuase his head was pounding so much, not to mention the nausea he had felt when he finally mustered up the strength to sit upright. He wasn't sure if he wanted to go through that again, or even take the chance.

But then, there was always the first time he had drank to consider. When he had first awoken from his druke stuper, he didn't have a hangover and his head wasn't pounding. He was just acutely aware of his liver in his body, which wasn't too bad. He just felt some extra weight in his gut which was always there. He had been drunk before too, so if he could find a nice balance between drinking too much and drinking just enough, he could fight with Suiken no problem. Aimi let out a sigh. If he was going to find just the right amount, that would mean he would have to experiment, and if he was going to experiment that meant that he would risk waking up with a hangover again, which was not something that he wanted to do. Tilting his head back, he looked up at the sky through the shade of the leaves and pondered over his choices. The benefits of Suiken were numerous and great, where as the drawback was simply gaining a hangover in the morning if he drank too much. He could learn the right amount to drink... eventually. What to do, what to do...

"Hmmm...." Aimi mused aloud, stopping the movement of the bottle between his figners. You know, I could probably come up with a decision faster if I had a drink or two inside of me... Aimi thought to himself with a grin and a laugh, he had alredy decided what he was going to do the moment he realised the benefits outweighed the consequences immensely. So, raising up the bottle to his lips, Aimi took a nice big swig of the devil's juice inside and let it swirl in his mouth a moment before sliding it all down his gullet. Already feeling his face getting hot, Aimi soppered the bottle of Sake up and placed it up against the tree so as to be easily found later. Once more, his cheeks were rosey and his face was hot, a small smile under his brow. He let out a chuckle and stood up, more pushing his body upward than standing, which resulted ina violent sway. Spinning on his left foot, lifting his right up into the air, Aimi tossed his hands up into the air and called out, "I love sake so much!"

His spining stopped abruptly, leaving his facing the left. His eyes were held in a singular position, not moving an inch, and his mouth was in a straight line of awkward uncomfrtability. Slowly, very slowly, Aimi turned his head to the left and looked at the tree he had been leaning agianst a moment before, only now it wasn't a tree but instead it was a person wearing brown like the ones who had tried to sneak up on him the other day (althought thanks to his ninja cunning he had been able to alude them)! Quickly so as not to be noticed by them, Aimi turned his head back to the right with a low whimper behind his sealed lips. They were right there! How had he let them sneak up on him like that? Where had his ninja cunning gone? Probbly out at the pub, hitting on some attractive kunoichi who already had...

Aimi suddenly realized two things; one, that he had no idea where that thought was going and two the person in brown was still watching him silently. Letting out a slightly frightened shout, Aimi jumped away from the person and brown on one leg and faced them, planting his other leg onto the ground to give him more stability. He glared at the person, tried to imtimidate them. This didn't do anything though, they continued to stay still, just watching him. Annoyed, Aimi growled at the person in brown and raised a fist up before him. "Hey you!" he shouted, "it's very rude for a person to just stare you know? It offends others!" He only got silence from the person in brown. Angrier now than he had been before, Aimi glowered at the person in brown and walked up to them bow-legged. Getting right up in their face, Aimi jutting out his goateed chin and said, "Listen you, it's very rude to stare... uh... have I already told you that?" Turning his head away from the person in browns' face, Aimi placed a finger onto his chin and thought for a moment, trying to remember if he had repeated himself or not. After a few moments, he realized that he was still being stared at and his anger flared again. Turning back to face them, he said, "Well I'll show you, you staring starer! I'll take away your eyes, that's what I'll do!" Laughing in the face of his adversary, Aimi took a step away from them, lifted up his hand as though he were holding a cup and said, "But first, a toast! Huh?"

Looking at his hand, Aimi realized that he wasn't holding a cup like he thought. Flabbergasted, he looked around for it on the ground and around his feet, looking for his missing cup. When he didn't find it, he concluded that the person in brown must have taken it. Growling, he clenched his hands into fists and looked at the person in front of him. "For that," he said in a low tone, "for stealing my cup, I will take your eyes!" Letting out a ferocious battle cry, Aimi stepped forward, unclenched his fist, hooked his index and middle finger and shot his hand forward right in the eyes of he who had stolen his cup, intending to rip them out of his head. All that he was met with was pain, however, as his figner collided with the bark of the tree (he thought it was a face...) and stung something ferociously, his fingers might even have been broken. Letting out a cry of pain and surprise, Aimi withdrew his hand from the face of his foe and waved it about in the air, jumping from foot to foot and grabbing a hold of his wrist to try and numb the pain.

Clenching his fists, Aimi took a strong pose before his foe and gave them a death stare, wanted them to know how much he hated them at that moment. "I see you must hav emastered some powerful jutsu to make your eyeballs hard! No matter," he said, lifting up his unused had in the same fashion as he had before. "I will take your eyes none the less! Using my other hand!" He struck out at the face of his adversary again with his index and middle fingers, putting more force behind it than he had before. He met with the same fate as his other hand, however, as his fingers struck the bark of the tree once more. Giving out another cry of pain, Aimi mimiced the dance he had done before with his opposite hand, hopping about and hollering. Giving another death stare to his adversary, Aimi stuck out his tongue to them and said, "Whatever, you can keep the crappy cup! I'll just get another one tommorrow!" Placing his sore fingers into his mouth, Aimi turned away from the person in brown and walked away, intending to nurse his hurt fingers. Suddenly, the world came out underneath him like a rug pulled out from under his feet. He was falling, and where he would stop was anyone's guess. He had tripped.

Colliding headfirst with the ground, Aimi bit down on his already hurt figners and then passed out, the force having been enough to knock him unconcious. When he awoke later with a pounding headache, he automatically asumed that he had drunk too much, not remembering at first thathe had tripped and fell. He noticed too that his fingers hurt terribly. Sitting up slowly, not using his hands to help him upright, Aimi groaned with pain and looked down at his hands. They were shaking from the pain in his figners. Sighing, Aimi really wasn't sure what it was he was going to do with this fighting style. He was attacking trees that he thought were people! He obviously was not a very good drunk. Standing up, again without using his hands, Aimi tucked his hurt fingers underneath his armpits and went over to the tree to retrieve his bottle of sake. Wrapping his ring and pinky fingers around the neck of the bottle, Aimi picked it up and headed home, decided that once again he had drunk too much and now suffered the consequences. (He would later remember that he had tripped and hit his head and that the alcohol was not the reason for his pounding headache, and would kick himself over not realizing it sooner. There was no time to go back because the sun was almost det completely.) "Man," Aimi groaned as he walked through the trees heading for the village, "why's this fighting style have to be so darn difficult?"

[|Ayame Unbound|]

Holy jeez that's long.

+10

[Aimi Kaguya]

Jutsu to be learned:

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Raiton: Sakurai, —‹Œõ: ’OF –Ø —‹Œõ, (Lightning Style: Cherry Blossom Lightning)
Rank: C
Skill: Ninjutsu
Effect: The user creates a mass of blue-white lightning petals.
Special: gHand Sealsh
Drawback: Not a complete technique, but a set-up for others.
Description: The user forms the hand seals, focusing chakra around them. They then mold the chakra into several hundred blue-white sakura petals of lightning in a three-meter radius around the user, like the Sand of a Saton user. These petals float gently around the userfs body. Each one gives out minor shocking, but together they can give strong shocks and burns akin to a C rank shock. The petals last until the user chooses to dispel them. The user can control these techniques in a fifteen meter radius around them.
Limit: Must have Raiton.

TP earned: 0/30

Aimi walked through the thin lining of trees to his private training ground. He had left the sake bottle at home today; two hangovers in less than two days was more than enough for him. He didn't need to wake up in the morning again with a pounding headache and feeling as if he was going to vomit. He didn't dare say that Suiken wasn't beneficial to him, he just didn't feel like learning anything that involved him taking a sip of sake right then and there. Instead, he would learn a lightning style jutsu. He had gone back to the academy, the sours of his other two lightning jutsus, and had this time picked up a more advanced one. The two he had learned before, lightning bullet and lightning stream, had been comparativly easy and pain free when compared to some of the jutsus that he knew as a Kaguya alone. Then there was the Sukien to consider...

Aimi emerged from the lining of trees and into the sunlight of the early morning, squinting his eyes from the sudden exposure to light. It was early in the day and there was plenty of time to learn this more complicated jutsu. First he would dance though. This was not only to practice the movements of the dance of willows but also to get his blood pumping and to get his body ready to exert as much chakra as it could. So when he was a decent way into the field of grass, Aimi lifted up his arms and mimiced the movements he would be making were he actually performing the dance of willows. For fifteen minutes he practiced this fluent dance, getting the dew fromt he blades of grass all over his body from his shoulders down. He didn't mind though, the cold chill from the dew only helped to wake him up even more. After fifteen minutes was up, he stopped and stood in the long grass, breathing hard. It had been a good work out to start the day, and now he felt that he was ready to learn a new lightning jutsu.

The first thing to do was to make the hand signs and channel your chakra all around your body, so the teacher had explained to him. That was the easy part though; building up your chakra was always the easy part. What would be difficult in learning this jutsu was molding his chakra into the shape of sakura petals and then maintaining them all around your body. The way the teacher had explained it, there were hundreds of the little petals all around him and all within a three meter range from you. Such control over ones chakra was hard to imagine, especially for a novice such as himself. He wasn't so arrogant as to think that just because he knew a somewhat complicated jutsu like the Calcium Extraction jutsu that this would be easier. The Calcium Extraction did take acceptional chakra control to use, getting all of the excess calcium in the body into one central location and then pulling it out without it spreading again, but it was at the same time almost basic chakra control on a higher level. All that he was doing was using his chakra to attract the calcium to his chest, this was so much different. Here, he would have to emit chakra from his body for up to three meters, keep it held that way, and then mold it hundreds of times in hundreds of different places. By far, this would be the hardest jutsu for him to have learned thus far in the way of chakra control. Physically, the Dance of Willows still held prescidnet over this jutsu; Cherry Blossom Lightning.

[Aimi Kaguya]

So, wet with dew and little strands of sweat, Aimi brought hsi hands up before him, made four hand signs in sequence, and closed his eyes. This being his first time performing this jutsu, he knew that it would take a long time for his chakra to expel from the body into three meters. So, for now he would meditate as the chakra began to course it's way through his body. The word meditate was used broadly in Aimi's vocabulary when used at all. To meditate, to him, was not only to sit or stand motionless for long periods of time searching the inner depths of your soul for some sort of enlightenment. To him, meditation was also just thinking deep and meaningful thoughts, letting them swirl inside of your head and coursing your imagination to look on the future and your plans and think; what is it that I want to be? Here and now, as he waited for his chakra t ocome to a full fluition around his body in every direction, he meditated.

He had a vision of the person that he wanted to be already in mind, had had it for years. What he wanted to be was a protector of people, a bringer of peace and light into the world, a model for others to be like and to aspire to be so as to make the world a better place in general. He was going to be the becan of light for all others to follow, to hell with the consequences and the tests and societies view be damned; he was going to be what he wanted to be and he would not let any test or person stand in his way until he was. Something troubled him though. Often times when he meditated, he would view his mind as a sort of coin each side holding a view of himself in the future. One side held the vision that he imagined and had imagined for so many years. The other, however, held a more dark intent behind it; a sort of subtle evil. For a long time, he believed it to simply be the dark thoughts he harbored in the back of his mind emerging as he allowed his mind to expand and be calm, but as of late he wasn't sure if he believed that anymore. As he viewed himself as a beacon of light on one side of his mental coin, he too invisioned himself as a darker person. This darker person was frighteningly similar to the person he wanted to be in so many ways. There was just something about him that deeply unsettled Aimi (meaning that he unsettled himself for harboring these thoughts). It was the eyes mainly, eyes he had so rarely worn in his lifetime but had always frightened those around him when he did. Aimi was no seer of the future, he simply had plans for himself, outcome to certain events both forseen and unforseen in his life. So what could this darker perception of himself be? Savior, or destroyer?*

Opening his eyes slowly, Aimi let out a sigh and tried to concentrate on channeling his chakra all around him more. He was thinking too much on this and not enough on the jutsu. He was now worried that he wasn't spreading chakra around fast enough, and so he concentrated again and let his chakra flow freely from his body. After several minutes worth of concentration, he had finally gotten enough chakra all around him that was so required for this jutsu. It's so slow right now... I'll work on the speed later though, for now just worry about actually molding the chakra into flower petals. This was of course easier said than done. Aimi had decent chakra control, he just lacked parctice in the craft. Practice made perfect after all, but this was something far more advanced than the sort of chakra control he was used to. Almost anyone else in his position and rank would probably have no trouble in molding the chakra around them into the shape of flower petals. The difficulty for them would be molding the chakra into hundreds of individual petals. Aimi, however, did not have the practice in chakra molding, did not have the usual experience for making jutsu of his suited chakra type, and did not have the know-how to realize what a hurdle he would be jumping at the completion of this jutsu. To him, this was just another step in his becoming a beacon of light and hope to the world as he wanted it to be.

With the chakra all around him as it was needed to be, Aimi began to mold it into the shape of flower petals. What he planned to do was to take the chakra and mold it sections at a time, so that at first he would have only a few large petal shapes. Then he would divide them into smaller sized petals, those smaller ones he would divide and so on and so forth until he had hudreds of petals all about him. This would be time consuming, just as actually getting the chakra aronud him was. With practice though, he would make it so that it would happen in seconds. That would come later though, for now it would be challenge enough to just get it into the shape of a couple of petals. He was doing it though, as he watched around him, more specifically the spot only a few inches before his face. He could visibly see the chakra begin to tkae shape and even have color, but it was wavering. Gritting his teeth, he concentrated more on molding the chakra into the shape that he wanted. He lost his focus though. In his attempt to mold teh chakra properly, he neglected the other large petals that were forming around him and behind him. They promptly reminded him of their pressence though as they came unhinged and shocked him down his back slightly from discharge. Letting out a cry of pain and surprise, mostly surprise, Aimi slumped forward slightly and felt his back tingle from the sensation of being shocked. The chakra that had been taking shape around him ceased and became invisible chakra once more. For a few moments, he couldn't feel his back. When the feeling did return it was dominated by pain. It was a stupid mistake on his part. If the chakra had been further along and then come unhinged, it could have caused serious burns to his back. Luckily, he wasn't as good at chakra molding as others were and so the worst he had gotten was a slight shock. He couldn't afford to make more mistakes like that, they would only lead to him getting hurt more. Concentration, that was the key to all this, he was convienced of that. So, taking in a deep breath and ignoring the pain the felt in his back, Aimi stood up straight again and held the hand sign that would help him concentrate his chakra and mold it into the many different flower petals.


* lil more epic foreshadowing there.

[Aimi Kaguya]

As he concentrated and began to mold his chakra once more, this time paying attention to every bit of chakra around him rather than just what was in front of him, it once again began to take the shape of flower petals along with the blue white color of lightning. The effort was tremendous for him, that amount of concentration on one thing. In no time he was physically sweating from the effort. It took him five minutes to mold the chakra around him into five petals, each of which were about a meter long in length and width. There was still chakra flowing freely between them, but there would surely be some chakra left over? Or perhaps he was supposed to use it all for the petals. Regardless, for now he needed to only work on spliting these five petals of lightning into two. For the next five minutes he did this, succeeding once it had expired and now having then petals instead of five. The niext five minutes he split them into twenty. The more he made the more difficult it became to contain them and keep them in shape. Every five minutes, his concentration and physical being suffered because of it. After thirty minutes of splitting the chakra petals (one hundred and sicty) his body was visibly shaking from the effort. This didn't seem to be affecting the chakra petals, but he tried his best to stop the shaking as best as he could.

Finally after nearly an hour of concentrating on splitting the petals in half to double their numbers, Aimi was surrounded by a couple hundred floating blue-white petals at least. Breathing in and out heavily from mental exhaustion, he looked around at all the petals he had made and couldn't help but think that they were beautiful, which they were. The petals that floated around him past the baldes of grass interacted with the dew on them, stemming electric fingers out to the dew drops. They each just gently flew along past each other, never interacting and just being. When his breathing had returned to normal, Aimi lowered his hands but kept his concentration up, knowing that just because the petals were there didn't mean they would stay if he stopped his chakra molding, keeping them in shape. Even in the early mornign sunlight which was fast becoming noon, this bright blue light that surrounded him was more brilliant at that moment than what the sky was.

Lifting his left hand up, Aimi reached out to touch one some of the petals he had created with his chakra, his palm facing up. The petals gently caressed his skin in much the same way that they had the dew drops, giving an odd sensation like his hand was falling asleep. He chuckled slightly as a smile cracked onto his lips. This was the hardest jutsu he had learned up to date mentally, and it was so beautiful that it almost hurt to look at. Letting his hand fall back to his side, Aimi watched as the petals began to dissipate one at a time, then in pairs, then in groups. After a few minutes, they were all gone. Aimi let out a sigh and closed his eyes. Morning had ceased to exist and the day had moved on to noon. Sitting down in the grass, pushing his coat out behind him so that he didn't sit on it, Aimi closed his eyes and rested his mind for a bit. When he was done resting he would perform the jutsu again, this time trying to make it faster. He would continue to do this until he got it to an almost instantaneous speed. For twenty minutes he rested his mind and chakra, relaxing as best as he could. When they were up, he stood and moved over towards the shade of the trees. His favorite thing about this jutsu by far was it's beauty and radiance which could only be amplified in the shade. He resolved that from here on in he would practice thsi jutsu only in the harboring shade of the trees.

For the next thirteen hours Aimi repetidly worked on the same jutsu. Each time he performed it he got noticably faster and more proficent with it, and each time he would take a moment to appretiate the beauty of the jutsu and then take a few minutes to rest his mind afterwards, making himself take shorter and shorter breaks and less and less time to apretiate the jutsus beauty. It may have been beautiful, but it was a ninjutsu none the less and it had more purpose than to just be pretty. He would use these petals and he would use them excellently, but first he needed to master making them. The faster he could make the petals, the more he could perform with it and over all be a better ninja. When it was deep into the night and the mood was begining to sink back over the horizon, Aimi had perform the jutsu a total of twenty six times and had almost completely drained his chakra resevoir. He was exhausted and mental flustered from the continuous effort, but he had managed to become quite profficent with this jutsu. "Once more..." he said to himself quietly, raising his shaky hands up and making the first hand sign. "Just once more, then I can go home..." Making the other hand signs as fast as he could, Aimi called out one more time into the night (early morning), "Lightning style, Cherry Blossom Lightning!" The second he was done uttering the phrase, he concentrated on making the chakra expel from his body and spread about three meters. In total this took about two seconds. Next came molding the chakra into the shape of the the cherry blossom petals. Keeping his concentration at its maximum in his exhausted state, he molded all of the chakra around him to make as many petals as he possibly could. Over the many hours he had spent pracitcing this jutsu and molding more chakra into more petals, he had gone from a couple hundred petals of blue-white to several hundred, all floating about and intermingling and uncoutnable in the state that they were in. In total, it took about five seconds for the petals to be molded, seven seconds for the jutsu to be complete. He glowed in the darkness of the forest bright as a star, surrounded by his numerous petals. Letting out a shaky sigh and lowering his shaking hands, Aimi closed his eyes to rest them for a bit. Even with his eyes closed the light from the petals still penetrated and made him aware that they were still about. Lifting up his right hand directly in front of him, Aimi swiped it out to his side cutting off all of his chakra from the petals and making them all blink out at the same time.

Smiling, Aimi first fell onto the ground on his knees and then fell over onto the side of his face, unconcious almost before he hit the ground. He truely had been exhausted having worked thirteen hours straight on this one jutsu, and he deserved to sleep.

[Corvus]

+30

[Aimi Kaguya]

Jutsu to be learned:

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Raiton: Sakurai Ken, —‹Œõ: ’OF –Ø —‹Œõ “, (Lighting Style: Cherry Blossom Lightning Sword)
Rank: C
Skill: Ninjutsu
Effect: The user forms weapons out of Sakurai petals.
Special: gHand Sealsh
Drawback: Raiton: Sakurai must be active.
Description: The user forms the hand seal, focusing their chakra into the Sakurai petals around them. They then mold the lightning chakra, gathering the Sakurai petals into the shape of a sword and containing them with chakra. Using this technique, the user may form one weapon of katana size of smaller, or five weapons of kunai size or smaller. These weapons are built of the lightning that the Sakurai are composed of, and are capable of giving out shocks akin to second-degree burns. They are incapable of blocking like normal weapons. The weapons last until the user chooses to dispel them, or a round after they lose contact with the user.
Limit: Must have Raiton. Must know Raiton: Sakurai.

TP earned: 0/30


When Aimi awoke under the trees, a layer of dew having placed itself over him during the night. It was bright out today, even through the leaves up above the sunlight that did leak through was hurtful on his grogy eyes. Letting out a sigh and closing his eyes, Aimi pushed himself off of the ground onto his knees and rubbed his eyes with the palms of his hands. There was expossed green area in the grass where he had been laying a few moments before. Letting out a yawn, Aimi cringed in the pain that he felt in the back of his head. Reaching back behind him, he realized that the source of his pain was in that he had forgotten to take his hair out of a pony tail before passing out, and so his hair had been like that all night. "Man..." Aimi said, gingerly untying the string that held his hair in place. Once removed, his hair fell down his back in a great golden wave. Letting out a second yawn, Aimi tucked the string away into one of his pockets and then shook his head, getting all of the dew out form his hair. Standing up on his feet, Aimi stretched his amrs high above his head and stood on the balls of his feet to stretch out his legs. It was time that he got dry.

Heading out form the cool shade of the trees, Aimi stepped out into the early morning light and held a hand over his eyes to shield them from the sun. It was nice, the warmth of the sun, very nice. The grass was devoid of dew her ein the sunlight, so it must have been close to noon already. Aimi didn't ususally sleep in late like that, but he supposed that the thirteen hours of work he had put into that last jutsu had been costly on his body. Speaking of that jutsu, Aimi wasn't really sure where to go next with it. Other than being absolutely stunning, there wasn't much of a use for it. It had to be combined with other jutsu in order to make it effective. But what sorts of jutsu could be combined with that? As he was warming up and drying off in the sunlight, Aimi realized he was hungry and headed back into the lining of trees to see if he could find anything to eat. While he was searching, he was thinking of ways that the jutsu could be made useful to him. He remembered that the teacher he had gotten it from had told him a few of the other jutsus that could be used in combination with it, but he didn't remember the names. That in itself was frustrating, but what was more frustrating was knowing that unless he found something to put into his stomach, he would not be able to perform at a hundred persent. So he set aside his thinking of the jutsu and instead though of finding food to eat. After a bit of hunting, Aimi was able to find some nuts in one of the trees that had proven to be edible but not very appitizing, he would be going home after today to eat something delicious.

Once he had eaten his fill of the less that tasty nuts, Aimi set to work on thinking of what the teacher had told him. He remembered that Sakurai could be used as a shield, but he didn't remember how it was performed well enough to have confidence in his abilities to perform it. He also remembered that the petals could be used as projectiles, but remembering how they were launched proved as fruitful as the shield technique. There were a few others, but he couldn't remember them all very well. The only one he could remember how to do well enough was perhaps the simplest one, and that was combining the Sakurai petals to make a sword or a weapon of some sort. The idea of this jutsu didn't exactly thrill him because of the fact that he had his own sword at home and, if he lost that, he could always use his bones as short range weapons, even if it did mean revealing his heritage. That wasn't very ideal though and he wanted to avoid that at all costs. Plus, there was the fact that it couldn't block conventional weapons and thus was useless defesewise. Aimi didn't know how many petals it took to make the sword, he didn't know if the jutsu would affect him as well as his opponent, the list of worries and doubts went on and on. However, the more Aimi thought about it the more it was beneficial for him to learn the jutsu. For one, there wasn't any other that he could learn right from the top of his head. Then there was the fact that he wasn't exaclty the most eager to learn anymore Suiken, which would require him to go back to the village, get his sake, come back, drink, train, get sober, and then go home; a very time consuming process that would leave him with little if any daylight left. When he got down to it, if he wanted to make any sort of progress at all today, he would have to learn that jutsu.

Letting out a sigh and a groan, Aimi kicked the ground at his unfortunate luck. If there was more time in a day, this wouldn't be a problem. He would just go back to the village, ask the teacher how to do one of the other jutsus, and then come back and learn it as best as he could with the time that he had. But, sadly he didn't have that luxury and had to make due with that. Looking on the bright side, at least this would make him a bit more profficent at lightning style jutsu. So, graoning an annoyed groan and making a few hand signs, Aimi began to channel his chakra so that he might call up the Sakurai petals.

[Aimi Kaguya]

Within seconds, Aimi was surrounded by the several hundred Sakurai petals all around him as he had learned to do the day before. The effort of making them appear was still a lot on his body and chakra, but with time that would lessen. In the meantime, he was once again surrounded in a cloud of blue-white petals that might very well be his favorite jutsu he has learned to date. The very look of them made him smile, regardless of the fact that he was learning, in his opinion, an almost pointless jutsu. The only benefit he could think up for it was the fact that he could still have a blade of sorts even if his usual one was knocked away, which would protect him from revealing his kaguya heritage and thus hide his identidy. Other than that, Aimi wasn't yet aware of any benefits this jutsu had to offer. He supposed that he would find out though.

The first thing to do, of course, was to channel his chakra through the petals and to actually mold his chakra within them so as to make the actual blade. Since he wasn't the absolute greatest at chakra control yet, he knew that this would take up not only a lot of petals but a lot of concentration and overall use of chakra the first few times around, again, he wasn't very thrilled at the prospect. But none the less, progress was progress. So making the hand signs and channeling his chakra, he gathered a bunch of the petals before him. He wasn't sure how much he would need for this sword, so he decided to gather as many as he could while still keeping some in front of him. To aide in this process, he closed his eyes to keep his concentration on the gathering of chakra rather than the formation of the blade, which he wasn't even at yet. Slowly but surely, the petals did gather in front of him as he had commanded his chakra to do. The whole process took about fifteen minutes to do, and when he opened his eyes Aimi saw that it really had to shape or form about it. The petals had all just sort of clumped together. Letting out a frustrated sigh, Aimi concentrated on his chakra more adn began to mold it so that the petals would take the shape of a katana, the first weapon that poped into his mind. This was a bit more straining on his mind and body than was actually gathering the petals.

Like the day before, making the chakra obey his will and take the shape that he desired was as much a pain as giving birth. He was physically shaking from the mental effort that it took to hold all of the petals into place and thenmold them into the shape of a katana. It didn't take as long to do though. His practice yestarday had proved helpful today, as the petals fell into place here and there and combined with one another to complete the overall desired goal. In all, it took about five minutes before the shape of a katana was persent. There seemed to be something wrong with the way he was doing it though. Here and there and there were petals that were just jutting out, as if they didn't belong which shouldn't have been considering they were supposed to be bending to the image in his mind. Confused as to what the problem was, Aimi experimented by first tightening his chakra, no good, and then trying to mold the petals around the rest of it. This too proved to be in vain, because the second he would get one down another would pop up somewhere else. Frustrated, Aimi just about gave up on performing the jutsu at all. He relaxed his grip on the Sakurai petals which caused a couple dozen to fall away from the katana and float around Aimi. In their stead was a completed katana of blue lightning.

Disliking the fact that the only reason this hadn't happened sooner was because Aimi was putting too much effort into the jutsu, he lowered his hands and looked at the blade of electric chakra before him, wondering on the posibility of it shocking him if he touched it. This chakra before him was highly concentrated as compared to any other jutsu before hand, even the Sakurai petals themselves were not to be compared to the concentration of chakra before him. There was always the chance of discharge, which could burn him or leave parts of his body paralyzed for a while. This was not something that Aimi wanted to have to deal with and so was reluctant at first to even touch the thing. He merely looked at it, marveling in it's own unique beauty. He preffered the base jutsu's beauty over this ones, but it was still beautiful none the less. After about ten minutes of simply looking, Aimi decided to work up the courage and reach out to grab it.

Tenderly, he reached his hand forward to take a hold of the handle sticking up in the air. Like the petals themselves, it emitted a blue stream of electricity that connected with his hand and gave off that feeling of his hand being asleep. It didn't hurt though, which meant no serious discharge was coming from it. That was a good thing. Once his hand was around the hilt of this electric blade, his slowly wrapped his figners around it and held it out directly in front of him. It had a very nice, warm feel to it. It almost felt as though this wasn't chakra, but more a living thing in the palm of his hand; a living thing that was constantly squirming about here and there. The blade of this electric sword was roughly three feet long while the hilt itself was a little less than a foot, four feet in total. An almost perfect mimic of a katana, the only thing wrong was the fact that the blade wasn't curved as all real katanas were. He would work on that later though. For now, it was time to increase the speed at which thsi new jutsu was conjured, and so holding it out to his side, he released his hold over the chakra and the petals and let them all disperss as one to surround him again. They looked like a flock of butterflies from a limb scattering at the sign of something heading their way.

[Aimi Kaguya]

For the next three hours, Aimi exhaustingly repeated the jutsu over and over, shaving off a bit of time from it's forming every time it was performed. He even got the blade to curve slightly after a little while, exactly as a katana curved. In his hours of practice, he actually made many physical changes to the make up of the katana. For one thing, he changed the guard of it from a rectangular shape, default, to that of a more complex flower shaped. This not only made the katana look better but it also released a single petal to go join the others. That was a good thing. Another thing was that he made the hilt thinner than it had originally been and the blade thicker, so that he could get a tighter grip on this electric blade and he would have moer girth to the blade when he went to cut or burn something or someone.

Once completely formed to his liking, Aimiheld the katana out in front of him and tested it's dimensions. He tossed it up into the air and held his hand out to see if it would float or fall as a real katana would. It fell back into his hand, and that was a good thing. This meant that it would actually make a physical impact on things rather than just sending electricity through their mass. Speaking of which, this was a sword, be it it was made out of electricity, and that meant that it could be swung. As of yet, he had yet to swing the sword once. So, deciding that it was high time he figured out what this sword was capable of against a physical thing, he walked towards the field of grass out from under the shade of the trees, thinking to mow the field a little bit. Getting just a few feet out into the grass, Aimi lifted teh sword up to his side and swung it through the grass. As he thought, it did not actually physically touch but instead sends electricity through whatever it goes through. In the case of the grass, the electricity was too much for it and caused it to combust. Crying out in fear and surprise, Aimi stomped on the grass until it was suffocated. Looking at the sword in his hands, he held it high above the grass so as to avoid any fires and headed back for the woods. He would just have to make due with the trees as targets.

So getting back into the forest, Aimi walked over to the closest tree and gave it a swing at. Unlike the grass, it didn't combust though the blade did seem to disappear deep into the trunk of the tree. Aimi could only imagine the current of electricity passing though it. Then he imagined that electricity killing the tree, causing it to shrivel up and die. He didn't want that by any means so he took it out of the tree and was surprised to see that it was still in tacks and also that there were slight burn marks in the bark of the tree. They looked to Aimi to be about second degree, but juding degress of burns on a human when compared to a tree was not nearly the same thing and was probably just a slight scorch on the tree. No harm done. Sighing angrily, Aimi held the sword up and looked at it with scorn. "You're not really any good to me unless we're facing a human opponent, are you?" he asked the blue katana, letting go of it's handel and disperssing the petals among him once more. Waving his hand to the side, the petals ceased to exist and Aimi started to head back towads the village. He was hungry, he was tired, and he needed to rest up a bit before he went back to the accademy for another lightning jutsu that dealt with the Sakurai. Hopefully, it would be of more use to him than what this jutsu had been, or will be might be the better words.

[Beltran]

Learned

[Aimi Kaguya]

Jutsu to be learned:

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Raiton: Sakurai Uzu, —‹Œõ: ’OF –Ø —‹Œõ ‰Q, (Lightning Style: Cherry Blossom Lightning Swirl)
Rank: C
Skill: Ninjutsu
Effect: The user forms a shield out of lightning petals.
Special: gHand Sealsh
Drawback: Raiton: Sakurai must be active.
Description: The user forms the hand seals, focusing their chakra into the Sakurai petals around them. Releasing the lightning chakra, the user sends the petals spinning in tornado around their body, shielding them from sight and defending them by exuding equal and opposite force to the attack, negating it. The shield can withstand two C rank or lower strikes before being disrupted by further attack. Anyone coming into contact with the swirling Sakurai petals will find themselves suffering a mild shock akin to a severe first-degree burn. Tangible elements without strong electromagnetic fields (Doton and Mokuton) pass through this without difficulty.
Limit: Must have Raiton. Must know Raiton: Sakurai.

TP earned: 0/30



Aimi walked back into the little forest of trees on the outskirts of his grass land clearing. It was a new day, he was fresh from a mission and he was ready to learn a new jutsu. It had been a couple of days since his last one learned, he was a bit behind to say the least. But he was well rested at least, and to make up for not having trained for the past couple of days, he had gone down to the academy and gotten a jutsu that would actually be of use to him. This time, the sakurai petals would act as a shield for him on all sides and block from a couple of strong techniques... but of course, it didn't block everything. That was fine though, he didn't need it to block everything. He just needed it to block enough so that he could make a nice counter with it. That was useful, that was nice, very nice.

Like all of the jutsus he was going to learn, it involved the Sakurai petals and that meant actually bringing them out. So, making the hand signs and channeling his chakra, Aimi made the petals in no time and was surrounded in those beautiful blue-white shapes that he loved so much. As always, he first held out his hand and let a few of the petals caress his skin, chuckling to himself merrily at the feeling. This was still possibly his favorite jutsu, despite the fact that it did nothing by itself just because of its beauty. He would seriously be hardpressed to find a jutsu that was more radiant than this one.

Now, as the teacher at the academy had explained it, all that one simply had to do for this variation of Sakurai was to swilr the petals around in with your chakra. This would block off all but the stronger jutsus as well as hide him from view. However, as easy as that sounded it was actually much more difficult than just that. He had to not only channel his chakra into each and everyone of the petals and make them spin simulatenously, he also had to pour enough into them so that they were strong enough to withstand the impact of oncoming attacks and not disapate. He was getting better at his chakra control, but that would still be quite the task for him to overcome. No good thing was easy though and all the touchest things were the funnest things to do, plus the benefits of this jutsu far outweighed the potential work that was needed for it. So he got to work.

[Aimi Kaguya]

Focusing on all of the petals around him at once, Aimi closed his eyes and formed several quick hand seals to channel his chakra. Holding the last one, Aimi focused intently on making the petals spin all about him using just his chakra. Again, this was by far easier though than done. Focusing on every petal at once was a hard enough task, and they took so much chakra as it was anyways. Putting more into them and then controlling it so that they swirled in unison around his body was an almost unthinkable amount of chakra control all at once. Knowing full well that he wouldn't be able to take thsi jutsu as it came all together or even in groups, Aimi settled for only making one petal spin aroud him at first, then two, then four, then eight, so on and so forth doubling the number eachtime until they were all spinning. So, opening his eyes, he picked the first petal his eyes came across. Putting more chakra into it, Aimi focused that chakra so that it was spinning.

The petal appeared to stay still though, a clear indication that he was doing something wrong. Upon closer inspection, Aimi found that the petal was spinning, it was just spinning in place though, not at all what Aimi wanted. So, putting a tighter hold on the chakra within and around the petal, Aimi once again focused on making it revolve around him. It was slow and difficult, but at long length he did get it to slowly spin around him. It took about a minute to come full circle. obviously not satisfied with the speed, Aimi spent the next fifteen minutes willing and working the single petal to rotate faster and faster around him. After fifteen minutes of strict concentration and constant tightening of his chakra control, Aimi was able to make the petal spin around him ferociously. That was opne down, now he just needed a few hunded more, starting with a second one. So, keeping the petal flying around him rapidly, Aimi picked out a second petal and worked it the same way he had done the first, tightening his chakra around it and making it rotate around him as quickly as he could. the progress was faster this time around, since he generally knew what it was he was doing. He couldn't help but think that the first petal was moving a bit slower than it had before he started working on the second petal though. he shrugged this off as just a trick of his eyes and concentrated on making that second petal move furiously around him.

Before long, he had that second petal moving justa s fast as the first and he picked out two more. This proved difficult to do, doubling the number of petals rotating, but he wasn't one to give up on what he had started and so he concentrated more and more on how tight his chakra control was. For the next three hours straight he did this, doubling up the number of petals he swilred around him until they were moving at an acceptable speed. The more he hadded, the more it became aparent to him that they were getting slower, but that was alright. He could work on speed later, right now he just wanted to be able to actually get the petals moving. He stopped only to rest after the two and a half hour mark. His body was physically exhausted and sore from standing still for so long, and she he had to sit down and stretch his limbs. His knees were the worst though. He had to spend a few mintues rubbing them to get the feeling back into them. He hated that he had to stand up for so long, but it was worth it. He had stood longer, he just wasn't sure why his knees were hurting so much today. It might have been that his body was too tense from the concentration, he wasn't sure. He knew that he couldn't be getting old on himself already, so he assumed that it was that he wasn't relaxed enough and would try to relax more while he was practicing the jutsu. When he was well stretch out, Aimi stood up caused the jutsu to come about, and spent the next twenty minutes getting them to rotate as they had before he had decided to rest. That was when he hit the three hour mark.

At this time, he had several dozen petals rotating around him and still more to come. More and more petals he made swirl and spin, and slower and slower they became. Quanity, at this point in time, was better than quality though, and so he continued to spin the petals a doubled amount at a time slower and slower until at long last each and every petal was spinning around him, after nearly five hours of work. The problem was that they were so incredibly slow, they wouldn't be able to block anything. They were moving at the same crawling pace as they were when he wasn't doing a thing to them, the only difference was that they were rotating around him. This in itself was frustrating but understandable, he was only figuring out the basics of this shield technique now. The speed could come later.

[Aimi Kaguya]

Now that the basics were covered and Aimi could make every petal spin on comand, though very slowly to say the least, it was time that he made them spin fast enough and with enough chakra that they could block several kinds of attacks. But first things first, speed. Closing his eyes, Aimi concentrated as hard as he could on all of the rotating petals around him. He was the calm little center of his world, and these petals were his inhabitants. He was god and they were his creations. If he said dance, they would dance. If he said die, they would die. He needed only to rotate his chakra and they'd be following his commands without complaint or question. And when he opened his eyes he would see that they were doing just that.

Only, when he opened them, he saw that they had barly sped up at all. letting out a frustrated sigh, Aimi pulled his hands apart from the hand sign he had made and waved them at his side limply, for his wrists were sore and needed a break. Suddenly there was a waver in the petals, and they each sped up for an instant, but then slowed back down. Surprised by this, Aimi wondered just what had happened. Raising up his hands and looking at them, he thought that perhaps he had found the key to making the petals move fast. He didn't see how though, his hands weren't very essential to the jutsu. They just helped channel the chakra. Maybe they were more essential to the process than he knew though... at least for him. Maybe since he was pumping chakra mainly through the hand seal his hands could help him rotate the petals. It was worth a shot at least.

Raising up his hands while still pumping chakra through them and holding the petals in rotatin position, Aimi waved them to the right and was delighted to see that they moved along with his hands. When he moved them to the left, they went to the left. He found that this worked one handed and two handed, but there was a major flaw with it.They only moved along with his hands while they were moving, the seoncd he stopped moving his hands was the second that the sakurai petals stopped moving as well. This did not make for a good defnse, and so Aimi stopped and pondered how he would go about remedying this problem. At first, he thought to just spin on the spot to keep the petals moving. That proved faulty though when he though that it would slow as he was slowing, and what if he were up against a continuously attacking jutsu? That would do no good, and so stpinning on the spot did no good either.

For a long time, he couldn't think of a way to make them spin effectively, though he must have though up a dozen different ways of doing it. Then it came to him. Instead of just constantly having a hold on the chakra, he would just put a quick burst into all of them and then use his hands to rotate it once, the sudden chakra busr should be enough so sustain it. It would be like opening a revolving door, constant movement by touch and release. Again, it was worth a shot. So, building up a good amonut of chakra in his hands, Aimi lifted them up in front of him as if he were about to open up a revolving door. Then, releasing the chakra all at once, Aimi swung his hands to the side and then detatched his hold of chakra from the petals. This effort proved successful! The petals continued to spin around him at high speeds without him having to move his hands or spin or anything accept hold them together and keep them rotating slightly. Smilin, he lifted up his left hand, built chakra into it, and spun the petals again, and then again and again and again until the world outside was completely blind to him and he was blind to the world outside. There, that should be fast enough. Now, came the final and perhaps most crucial step, minamizing the amount of chakra used.

For the next two hours on and off, Aimi continueously practiced rotating using different amounts of chakra, experimenting, trying to find just the right amount. After two long hours of practice though, he reached what he felt was the right amount. He could then conjure up the petals, get them to rotate and then make them quick rotate with a flick of his hand in just a few short seconds. Of course, he was alone and so didn't have any real idea on just how effective this would be againt jutsu in the field, but theoretically he had it mastered, and it was only a matter of time until he tested it out and discovered for himself whether or not these long hours of practice had paid off in the end.

[Beltran]

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