Me 'n Kaizu. [O, Training.]

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Astral Projection 星の投射
Rank: A
Skill: Ninjutsu
Effect: See Description
Special: Must hold the rat handseal
Drawback: Body is left completely defenseless, and vulnerable to attack. User body may be difficult to move for a post. Can only project to a place where you've already been.
Description: This technique is one of the few techniques in the ninja world that neither hurt nor heal, but it is considered one of the most influential. This technique has a long history of pride. Invented in the cloud village many years ago as a communications device meant to assist their valued shinobi during the great ninja war, it has been used throughout the ages as an information tool. The users of the technique must first perform a flurry of handsigns, finishing with the rat handseal and holding it. Once the handseal is held the users body becomes totally stiff and immobile. If they are standing they may fall and injure themselves. In exchange for the total loss of their body, the user gains the control of his spirit. The spirit has no physical form, meaning it cannot attack or be attacked. Genjutsu still may effect it (only if it something meant to confuse sight) but other then that is basically just a vapor. After the spirit form is taken, the user may appear anywhere they have already been, though unable to change the environment physically, they may use chakra to act as a voice box, giving them the ability to speak. Because of the nature of the technique, it does not have a limited range, but there is a time frame. The spirit form may only be away from the body for a maximum (getting the stiff penalty) of 20 posts. After this time, the spirit is forced back into the body. Anyone can hear the spirit, and easily see the spirit cause it looks multicolored. The user may still detect the presence of nearby people (within 10 meters) of the body. They wont know who it is, just that someone is there.
Limit: None

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The Angelic woman was seated with the God of Men in a small area off in the village. They were mostly secluded, being surrounded by a small patch of abandoned building. Description doesn't matter, Kaizu can do this shit.

Tenshi cracked her knuckles, inhaling slowly. What she was attempting now was something that she considered far beyond her capabilities. Projecting your inner self wasn't something to be taken lightly. One fuck-up, and she'd likely be dead. How to go about this was her first thing. Her current idea involved breaking off a section of her chakra, and attempting to imbue her consciousness with it. How exactly she'd manage that, the woman had no idea. It was a complicated matter, but she figured the best way start was to simply.. start. A small book was with her, detailing the handseals needed. Her fingers flickered, darting through animals and signs at a blurring speed. Her chakra reacted to each motion, flowing throughout her body with a sharp, tingling sensation. Shaped into a strangely.. wispy form, her chakra seemed to just be.. leaving. With that, she felt herself floating away too, her strength just.. fading away. Startled, she snapped out, retracted her chakra and mind back into her body. Sweat had suddenly broken out over her body, and her heart pounded furiously in her chest. Hands clenched worriedly at the grass beneath her, and her breath heaved for several seconds. That was terrifying. To feel yourself.. leaving. Tenshi wasn't sure if she was mentally able to perform this technique again without losing herself to the Void. Somehow she had to shape that floaty chakra, and direct it to a faraway location.


Glancing up at the God, she'd break their silence.


"How'd you project yourself, d'ya think? I don't wanna lose myself out there, but I do wanna make the Amekage piss himself."

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The God and the Angel once again found themselves in seclusion.

It was fitting, really; the world about them was of little consequence, and only served to bother the twin deities; the God, because they were unimportant; the Angel, because... well, that Kaira could hardly fathom, and he knew that if he could not, then no-one could. And this lack of knowledge did not displease him. Indeed, his fondness for Mitsukai sourced from it; her brazen recklessness and unpredictability that persisted through every situation he had thus far observed. He glanced at her seated next to him upon the earth, from upon his throne-bench of poorly wrought metal, his irises like splats of blood across his sclera as he scrutinized her; the deity seemed to be deep in thought, and as he looked over her trance-imbibed form he gave a small smile.

He knew not what she was doing, but he felt no need to ask; she could have stabbed him in the gullet and he would not have been curious, nor believed betrayal of her; Mitsukai had hardly done anything per normal standards to earn such trust, but Kaira had granted it to her anyway; more than anyone else had ever been or ever would be, she was an extension of his soul now, and if she did not feel the same way, that was of no matter at all.

The newly acquired members of Kaira's legion were not about, but the God knew they would cross paths again. He held it in a trust so absolute that it could hardly be called trust at all.

He took his eyes off his Angel to instead fixate, without interest, his gaze upon their surroundings; a small, lonely court, an enclosed box of buildings that were empty under the gloom of twilight. They were robust, solidly built things, made to last, though Kaira mused that this was probably due to the fact that such neglect was a predicted thing. Tufts of grass grew about the dusty earth, rustled in the crisp mountaintop breeze that would have chilled mortal men but hardly disturbed the God. The only eyes within view was the great moon, staring down at them with no interest; to it, them but a speck, impossible to discern.

All was quiet, except for a few insects that were growing excited as night drew closer.

It was as the Angel's body began to rack with shallow spasms that Kaira's brow furrowed, and he leaned forward over his cane to observe her more closely as she gripped at the scrawny tufts as though some invisible had would at any moment descend, clasp at her form and toss her into the sky. At this his brows knitted even more firmly together. It was at that moment that, breath slightly ragged, she looked up at him, and the God found himself momentarily drawn to her more pale crimson eyes, somewhat alike to his own... but of course, that was fitting...

"How'd you project yourself, d'ya think? I don't wanna lose myself out there, but I do wanna make the Amekage piss himself."

This noise breached the equilibrium so heavily settled upon the scene and pierced right through the God's celestial mind, waking him, pulling him from Mitsukai's eyes, which had momentarily seemed impossibly deep... but he did not visibly react. Gazing over the skull adornment on his ivory stick he replied, his Angel speaking words that were abrupt and would have meant nothing if she herself had not spoken them; now they were of import, and they garnered a response from a blank face that managed to retain a strange sort of intensity.

"Mitsukai... I do not care for the titles that men so imprudently grant themselves; you need not protect yourself from a mortal given another name by those no more deserving of the title themselves; he is less than nothing."

And he sat back, letting darkness fall over his eyes as he once again returned to his customary pose with the skull head held in a concealing manner just in front of his mouth, lofted with a twin clasp of his white-wreathed digits; the world could detonate beneath his very feet, and it would fail to disturb him.

His words sounded tired, but of course while addressing his Angel he could never sound truly disinterested.

"We are our own protection, and each other's. And if you wish to erase this man, then we shall."

If this was her goal, no matter how laconic and abruptly declared, then it was his as well.

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I wish I could type that Tenshi listened to the God, and felt reassured, given new purpose. But, alas, the mans voice bounced in her skull, mindless droning of which she caught only the gist. None of the requested advice within, and thus, her focus swiftly wandered. She curiously thought of the.. floating feeling she'd felt previously. That was it, she was sure of it. The matter came now, of effectively directing it, as well as projecting it in her form. Not an easy matter. Her mind jumped, flitting from idea to idea like a crazed butterfly.

Perhaps a certain set of handseals would mold her chakra into a mirror of herself... Maybe it was already shaped like herself, and she just had to refine the shape.. What was chakra shaped like..?... A ball. Must be a ball. Like a heart, except for energy..

A frown twisted at the woman's face, she'd forgotten her coffee. That's why she felt so tired. Nodding to herself, she glanced back at Kaira, who was finishing his speech. She'd probably looked like she was listening. Snapping back to attentiveness at the mention of murder. Erasing the Amekage would be delightful. Of course, he was likely surrounded by AnBu, and likely sent some after her already. A small mental reminder to watch for ninja was created, although it was lost in the vortex of her mind.

"..But how would you project yourself? The Amekage is of no true importance."

The Angel trusted wholly that the God knew how to do this. He was like her, greater then these insects that tread around them. A flick, and their life would be puffed out. They were unworthy of her time and paper.

Eyes glancing back to the scroll, she began to weave the handseals requested by this sacred scrap of paper. They flowed easily, effortlessly from her hands. As the seals rolled out, animal after animal, a steady pattern that relaxed her from its familiarity, she felt her chakra react to the movements. It arose from her core, flowing throughout her body and giving her the feeling of absolute power- but she already possessed it of course. The chakra seemed to only await command, further refinement.. but she'd finished the handseals. Unlike previous attempts, her Chakra didn't seem to have a set path it wanted to follow. Instead, it languished about like a sad puppy, just wanting something to do.

Carefully, making sure not to disrupt the fragile balance she had going, the woman began to nudge her chakra. Merely willing it to travel forward that small distance, to cross out of her body and remain floating in front of her. Unfortunately, it was bound to her body, and was exactly in the mood to leave without some.. effort, or forceful action. Pounding her fist on the ground, the Angel let out a curse, ripping grass from its roots and sending dirt flying everywhere.

"DAMMIT. Why can't I get this right?!"

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"Iron sand weapon crafting" (secondary)
Rank: C-ranked
Skill: Ninjutsu
Effect: Allows the user to solidify Iron sand into the shape of secondary weaponry
Special: Boar only
Drawback: Weapons created cannot be sold within stores. After 1 minute (10 posts) the user must recast this technique.
Description: After performing the handseal, the user suspends a certain amount of Iron sand into the air. The user command their Iron sand to compress and solidify, creating an assortment of secondary weapons. The Iron sand shifts about and reforms, leaving behind 5 slots worth of either Kunai, Shuriken or Senbon needles. (5 Kunai, 15 shurikens or 25 needles). These secondary weapons act in the same mannerism as their real counterparts, but once they land and hit there mark, the weapons return to their Iron sand state. These weapons are just as sharp and deadly as their counterpart, looking no different as well.
Limit:Masamune Clan. "C-ranked" control in both "Polarity Field" and "Iron sand Transmutation".

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"..But how would you project yourself? The Amekage is of no true importance."

Mitsukai asked, and Kaira once again considered, blinking once at her pallid form with slight confusion, though his usual impatience born of his infinite power boiled away to nothing when addressing his Angel; she never listened, and in usual circumstance this would have exasperated him in the utmost, but she was as his own spirit now, and so he never ceased to answer. He smiled, then, a small smile that spoke of just how deeply he believed in his own power. He needed no specifics to reply to a query of such sort; indeed he hardly ever dealt in details, only ambiguous and broad-reaching subjects, which he excelled at describing with a poetic tongue.

"Project yourself... Mitsukai... A being such as yourself should have no trouble with it." And as he spoke he stared off into the distance, a large gap between the buildings giving way to a sweeping view of icy mountains roiling with white wind. His hand almost unconsciously raised, a thought pulsating out of his being as raw energy, vibrating the earth around him as his eyes widened, calling upon the earth and bringing it to his command, as was fitting.

As his magnetic powers dug deep into the dirt he tore its riches asunder, ripping out a multitude of tiny tendrils from in front of himself, which snaked and spiraled and twisted in on each other as they curled in towards his hand and hovered over his palm; and he stared down at the growing mass of darkness there almost as though he was unsure what it was, but then he blinked and it wrapped and coiled in upon itself and formulated into a far more specific structure, extending vertically to form a thick blade, a thin hilt, the abyssal particles hissing at one another as they crossed paths.

Then the knife was fully formed, an obsidian construct willed into life in a matter of moments; Kaira clasped at the handle and twisted it over once or twice in his white-clothed digits, before glancing sidelong at his Angel and continuing his previous statement, the entire action but a simple pause in his thoughts.

"...You must understand that the world around us is just an illusion; a falsehood. We are true powers among it, but there are very few. If you wish something to be, you need only understand that there is nothing stopping you from doing it."

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