Samurai & Slave x2

[Mat]

"Iron Hexagon Wall"
Rank: C-ranked
Skill: Ninjutsu
Effect: Allows the user to create a wall from their Iron Hexagon Plates.
Special: Dragon only
Drawback: Protects only one side of the user. The strength of ones wall is directly influenced by the strength of their Iron Hexagon Plates. The wall blocks the user field of vision. The user is unable to use 8 of their of Hexagon Plates for the duration of the Jutsu.
Description: A variation of the defensive capabilities of the Users Iron Hexagon plate technique. By holding the Dragon handseal, the user is quickly able to form a wall from their Iron Hexagon plates. The wall may be of any dimension the user desires, using their given amount of Iron Hexagon plates. The location of the the wall is
The size and defense of the wall is directly influence by the amount of Hexagon plates a user can create and the Rank of the defense of the users Hexagon plates.
Limit:Masamune Clan. "C-ranked" control in both "Polarity Field" and "Iron sand Transmutation". Must know and have the ability to create up to 8 Iron Hexagon plates.

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The harsh and frigid landscape of the Land of Snow, the Masamune could feel the harsh climate far more than he had in the forest before. The winds were biting and cut through his body and to the bone, the iron sands filling his special topwear container was perhaps making it worse. The man simply wished that he had brought some warmer clothing for this area, he needed to block the wind. As he trekked onward through the snow the man began to form seals with his hands and iron sand leaked from his topwear and the gourd on his back. The iron hexagons quickly took form, eleven of them in total which floated around his body in circles.

On their own the hexagons of iron did very little to shield him from the harsh winds, so he created another seal. The power inside of his body shifted and began to manipulate the magnetic field that was naturally emitted from his body. Eight of those plates of iron sand started to come together at his back, blocking off the harsh wind from reaching him and cutting through to the bone with it's icy chill. The man sat down for a moment, he needed a brief time to rest outside of the wind and the three remaining plates under his control moves to the wall to increase it's size slightly. As Kerai sat there her removed the two scimitars at his side and laid them in the snow to his left, feeling for cracks in the wall.

The slave cursed his lack of preparation for this climate, he needed to be able to withstand temperatures like this to be a decent servant to whoever became his master or mistress next.

[Afuro Shirai-Ryu]

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Learning "B" Rank 0/40

The one known as Kerai would be able to see the dark figure coming from the far end of the field. It was impossible to miss this man. His hair was the color of the night sky in a new moon. the Length of his upper body that flowed and swayed against the wind. His skin was lighter, but also dark in color, the color of milky chocolate. The skin could be seen against his arms, and his face. He was not wearing anything ideal for the weather, however the weather was not what bothered him at all. It seemed he was used to this weather, or there was something else odd about the man.

He continued to walk forward as his butt bag stayed against the ball off his back. Inside the bag he kept his 5 smoke grenades, 2 wireless communicators, a lighter, and about 80 cigarettes made from regular tobacco.

His skin was obviously covered by clothing. Clothing that he considered as "everyday" wardrobe. He was wearing his "summertime" kimono. It was something light weight, and easier to move in. The top part of his Kimono was a simple white color, while his leggings were dark gray. Underneath the leggings he wore his Fundoshi, which was in all sorts and purposes the loincloth. A loop sling is looped around the neck and quickly fastened on the top of the loincloth while the other end is pulled around to the other side along the abdomen area and tired around the front of the lower waist by a number of cords.

The warrior Afuro wore Tabi style of socks with a unique style of Waraji. Hemp sandals with more of a "rubber" style bottom found in sneakers. On his right side he kept his primary, and his secondary weapon, a Red Katana given to him at a young age, followed by a Wakizashi that was manufactured to be the same as the Katana. It showed he was left-handed.

The man reached into his buttbag and pulled out a single cigarette before stopping about 20 meters away from the other man, that was if the other man hadn't stopped him beforehand. He would stare at the man with calm white eyes as he placed the Cigarette between his lips. While bringing out the Cigarette he also pulled out his new lighter and gave it a flick. The warm flame shined vibrant in the frigid cold. Eyes would notice the hexagon iron shields hovering behind him, blocking the man from any winds. He did not know exactly how much there were.

He took in a deep breath, sucking in the cigarette before exhaling it out through his nose as he kept his eyes on the man. Placing his right hand down he placed the lighter back into his butt bag.

"How far is it to the nearest town," he uttered in a cool, calm voice, speaking to the man, as a sudden chill breeze brushed by, reminding Afuro of something in the past.

Afuro began to remember his past as he began to remember the fidget cold of once before. He was within the Country of Snow at some point in time in the past when he was just a wee boy. He couldn't remember exactly how many years. If he had to guess he probably thought perhaps 12 years. Back then he was sent to the Country of Snow, during the time where he could not endure such cold to harness the 3 essences, the Mind, the Body, and the Soul.

It was a Cold day. His master whipped him a few times, teaching the child to never complain about such trivial things. He was constantly reminded to rub his chest, and never the arms as the arms normally took care of themselves whenever it would get cold due to the movement across the chest.

His master was a giant among men. He stood over 7 feet tall, built like a line backer for his height. He wore a gruff beard across his face that reached down to his upper abs. "Hey boy, today you continue your Gate Training, however in order to go further you must surpass the style of training you are known for, understand?" the master yelled out in a booming voice.

"Yes Kensei!" the boy replied quickly with a glimmer of excitement in his eye.

At his age he didn't even start to grow out his hair. His hair was shaved, giving him the bald look. This look was common among all his people of his age to remove any form of difference between the people.

"Good lad," the Master bellowed once more as he placed his hands across his chest. "Then do as I do, follow me," he continued as he walked through the dense forest.

The boy followed suit as he walked behind the Master. They walked for miles on end, through the silence of the winter forest before hearing something off into the distance. The sound began soft before it grew louder. It was the sound of white noise at first before something could be heard roaring not so far away. As the Master and the boy moved through, the boy's eyes would widen greatly. It was a large waterfall, crashing cold water down to the depths of the river that was once frozen. How was such a feat possible in such a cold?

"Alright boy, strip to your Fundoshi," the master yelled out as he began to remove his own clothing, folding them, and placing them against an open space near the river.

The boy stood there with his mouth wide open. He hesitated somewhat as fear rushed through his body. His master wanted him to strip? In this cold? Was he nuts? The boy shook his head as he sighed softly looking down, giving a little nod. Little by little he began to remove the bundle of clothing on his body. He followed the same way as his master as he began to fold them, and placed the bundle next to his master's clothing.

Then without a warning he felt a sudden tinge grip against his throat. He gasped greatly as he felt it was difficult to breathe. His hands reached up to his throat as he felt the hand of his Master, grasping him, choking him. He felt his body being lifted into the air as his legs began to dangle, kicking violently in the air. "Boy, ya must not be afraid for if ya are afraid, what ya will endure will kill ya, do ya understand?!" The master yelled out. "Remember what you learned in the first 3 gates. The Speed of the Mind! Remember, too many mind. The mind of the waterfall, the mind of the Cold, the mind of me choking ya, there's too many mind!" the Master yelled out as he quickly hurled the boy out into the waterfall.

The boy flailed his arms, screaming as he slammed into the rocks just below the roaring waterfall. His hands clasped tightly against the rocks as he began to slip, began to fall down to the depts.

"Grab Hold boy! do not fall. Sit on a rock, begin ya meditative principles. Remember there is too many mind!" the man yelled out once more," his master yelled out as he jumped up towards the Waterfall, standing beneath the extreme cold, and body crushing water against him.

The boy nodded as he felt his fingers quickly numb from the cold. He pushed up using all his strength as he began to empty his mind. In his mind he continued to say to himself "There is no pain, there is no pain." However, pain was indeed abundant.

[Umehara]

Kerai - +10

Afuro - +20

[Mat]

Mokuton: Ooeda Souken No Jutsu (Large Branch Creation Technique)
Rank: D
Skill: Ninjutsu
Effect: The user will create a large branch to use as a club or weapon.
Special: Handseals “Snake” “Monkey” “Ram”
Drawback: None
Description: The user does the handseals and then puts out his arm. The user gathers chakra in his arms and a large branch grows from the user’s hand. When the branch is created the user can grasp it and swing it around like a large club. It can break like any normal piece of wood.
Limit: Mokuton Jutsu

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A human figure was seen in the distance, his dark hair flecked with snow as black as the darkest night against the purest white background of the freshly fallen snow. When that man entered the seventy meter area of the Masamune's magnetic field he could feel the magnetic items the man carried as he approached, though there was not much. The slave would not stop this warrior's actions and when he was addressed the white haired man would shift in his seated position and bow his head low with one knee on the ground and the opposite planted in the snow. "I must apologize, my Lord, I have only arrived in this country recently and do not know where any towns may be." Thoughts of warmth cause the man to think back onto something to help him with building a fire in this area he had blocked off from the wind.

It was several months ago in the Land of waves, a simple technique to grow wood from the user's limb to be used in various ways. Sitting down upon the grass the Masamune closed his eyes and began too focus on the swirling mass of energy that pooled in the very center of his being. From that swirling mass he plucked away a single strand of power, the power that was used solely in the Mokuton release techniques. As the thread of energy weaved through his system of power, the white haired male began to shaped it to give form to the technique he wished to use. His hands began to slowly form the zodiac symbols for the technique, careful not to make a single mistake.

As the final one of the hand symbols was formed the energy that was circulating through his body headed directly for the man's left arm, which he held out to the side. From the limb wood began to sprout and take the form of a tree branch, though it was very thin and flimsy looking at first. As time went on and more power fed into his limb and the tree branch, causing it to further grow and strengthen. The branch of wood needed to be thick and strong for this to be a successful attempt at the technique and the slave continued to feed power into it. Finally the branch broke from it's growing point in his arm and the Masamune picked it up and began to swing it, striking it against objects to test it's durability.

Yes, something like that would help the man create wood that could be used in making a fire, but there was one thing that he needed to do before he could begin. With his head still bowed the man in red made his request to the superior that was present. "My Lord, I would like to humbly request permission to build a fire." His instincts from years of slavery ingrained since birth required the man to get permission to do anything when around a superior, instincts that persisted even after being granted his freedom.

[Afuro Shirai-Ryu]

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The samurai looked around him briefly as noticed the hair of the man was as white as the snow. As the man stayed in his seated position he noticed the bow, however Afuro did not return one. He didn't mean any disrespect, it was just something he did not do. Too many dangers came along when bowing to someone. Especially when eyes could not see everything.

"I must apologize, my Lord, I have only arrived in this country recently and do not know where any towns may be."

Afuro's eyes twitched at hearing the word "My Lord" it was not something he was accustomed to. This was indeed a polite fellow, Afuro thought to himself. Either he was polite, or there was something odd about him.

"My Lord, I would like to humbly request permission to build a fire." The man would ask.

Afuro would think about this briefly for a moment as he nodded some. He slowly reached into his butt bag with his right hand and pulled out his new lighter. He gave it a flick, opening up the case, and then flicked the flint. A glimmer flame was present as he quickly snapped it shut and tossed it towards the white hair man. "I'll need that back," he uttered with the same monotone, calm, low voice.

The Samurai slowly inhaled the cigarette, and held it in place briefly before he released it once more through his nose. His right hand reached up towards the cigarette and he placed it between his index and middle finger. The samurai looked at the man in front of him, never keeping his eyes off of him as he stood there, enjoying his smoking pleasure. He wanted to know how this man would begin a fire out in such a cold place as this.

A memory of his past continued on as the cold wind blew once more. The boy continued to thrash against the rock as he began to pull himself up from the cold waters. The water felt like knives, piercing throughout his body in a constant state, never letting up, never stopping. He could not push past the pain as of now as it was too strong. He needed to get up on the rocks first.

"Boy are you hard of hearing? I said you have too many mind!" the master yelled sitting at a large rock next to the boy as he watched him struggle. "I cannot help you, for if you die here and now it shows that this is as far as you could have gone. Also consider this as a learning experience for you will be alone in your own missions. No one will be around to help you," the man continued with the harsh lesson.

The boy felt the rock begin to tear against the skin on his shins and his thighs. His hands were gripping but barely because wrinkles began to form. The boy dug deep into his mind and began to pull himself up once more, finding the strength that laid deep inside. The thundering waters pushed him down as he pulled himself up to the top of the large rock. He stayed there, shivering, feeling his own skin beginning to peel from the pressure of the water. He looked up as he began to turn slightly blue from the freezing cold.

The master smiled and laughed out loud. "Good, good, now meditate, sit, sit indian style like so," he commented as he began to demonstrate by first crossing his legs. "Then, find your center, some place hands against knees. Some place hands together in prayer. You must find your own center." he continued as he placed his hands against his knees. His wrists were loose and over them as he waited.

The boy looked and nodded as he slowly, and very coldly began to move his legs. the water continued to push down on him, never letting up, never stopping as the cold persisted. He had trouble moving his legs as he began to lose feeling within them. He struggled for some time before he placed his legs, crossed. He thought for a moment as he hunched over, trying to keep his body warm. He thought briefly as to what "his" center was until he remembered his own meditation process.

'Perhaps this is what Master was talking about?' he thought to himself.

His master watched carefully as the boy slowly placed his hands down. He cupped his hands in a circle. The pinky, ring, index, and middle finger all pointed down as the thumbs were above. He created a circle with the fingers as each fingertip was touching one another from the opposite hand.

The master nodded in approval. "The next thing you have to learn is that this technique, is Speed of Mind. As I said to you, too many mind. You must erase all that is on your mind. Erase your mind. Erase the cold. There is no cold. Cold does not exist. When you learn how to better erase the pain, then you can better prepare yourself for the next gate," Kensei ordered. "Remember, this is a meditation process. You must meditate, take in deep breathes while relaxing your body. The body is hard, and ridged right now. Body must be fluid, like water." he ended with a slight high pitch in his voice, as if he found something "amusing".

The boy nodded as he closed his eyes and began to concentrate. He took in deep breathes that started out shallow, and weak due to the cold. He began to push his own chi throughout his body, distributing the chi throughout trying to warm up the body. His body began to tingle with a soft warming sensation just under prickling cold sensation from the bitter cold.

"Hah!" the Master laughed as the boy's concentration was suddenly broke. "Like water, I made joke. Not like crushing cold on rock like I crush sparrow egg over thigh," he laughed while slapping a hand against his thigh. "No I mean more like soft water, calm water, water that moves around. Crushing water is later," he continued with another laugh.

The body's concentration was broken as he felt the bitter cold rush through him once more. He hunched over as he gritted his teeth trying not to scream out.

[Draven]

Both learned

[Aseal]

Name: Haruka Bakuhatsu (Remote Detonation)
Rank: D
Skill: Ninjutsu
Effect: Allows for hush grenades to be detonated remotely.
Special: Detonate with Dragon
Drawback: Hush Grenade will still not discriminate between friend or foe and is still bound by the range of paper manipulation.
Description: This add on training allows the user to bypass the “timed detonation” of the hush grenades and gives them the ability to detonate the bombs remotely using the dragon seal. The grenades can only stay compressed for 5 rounds before they fall apart. Applying the dragon seal will detonate all active hush grenades at the same time.
Limit: Paper Release, Hush Grenade

Aseal wondered the fields of Yuki aimlessly. There was no lying in his voice when he uttered the words ”I'm lost”. A few minutes passed as he wondered around the cold embrace of this country almost ready to admit defeat when he stumbled upon the two men. One of the men seemed somewhat refine in his appearance almost like a servant to him. The other man was more noticeable, dark colored skin and hair that was the color of the night sky in the light of a new moon. He observed the two for a second before deciding to head towards them for directions to the nearest hot springs to soak his cold bones.

As aseal approached his features could be notice more clearly. The man had unkempt navy blue hair that covered most of his dark features and when they gazed into his eyes they would notice only one. One Icy blue eye and his other covered by a chocolate brown alligator skin laced eye patch. His attire resembled that of a modern day ronin. Navy blue BDU pants that have been worn down by age, but provided quality protection for his knees. Around his waist, he wore a blue thigh guard, known as the haidate with the lower half of the armor’s tassets known as kusazuri attached to it, special design. This helps protect his blind side in the midst of combat. Aseal wore a dark cobalt hitatare, with a hauberk underneath for added protection. He wears a navy blue highwayman coat, this stunning full-length coat is made of durable blue denim and is designed with a generous split in the back, as well as sides, for easy movement. On the left side of his hip was a simple katana, where he made sure to keep his hands away from at the time and on his right thigh was a holster that secured 900 pieces of paper.

“Excuse me, you wouldn't to know where a good hots spring is at?” His voice was strong and firm, “I've seen to have gotten myself lost out here.”

At that moments something happen, a fragment of his past present himself as he gazed at the two men. Something about this situation seemed a bit familiar to him. As aseal stood there waiting for the men to reply to his question, his mind began to drift to a time of his youthful age.

When Aseal was younger, he had a certain love for the ninjutsu arts. However, his father forbid him from dabbling in such nonsene. This only spiked his interest more, as he study ninjutsu from old scrolls he found in his family library he began to learn the arts of ninjutsu. Shortly after teaching himself ninjutsu the bandits came and tried to kidnap his mother, he used the techniques his father forbid him from learning to save her. But in the process lost his eye. His father was furious at first that he disobey him, but was proud of his son for protecting his mother.

Shortly after that Aseal was permitted to learn ninjutsu under one condition. Never use it around his father.

Aseal and his brother Malik were playing in the house hold. Aseal learned a new technique called Shizukesa Tekidan (Hush Grenade).
The two were having fun watching Aseal throw the grenade around the court yard and watching it explode trapping the servants when it exploded and on occasions the technique would get the two as well. It was then the two decided to find a safer way to properly use the technique. After a few days of researching they found there answer. A remote detonation technique that could be set off a few feet away.

Aseal decided to practice the technique in the confines of the library, Malik watched over him as his brother tried to master this skill.
Aseal quickly gathered the paper he need from old books nobody read and morphed them into the sphere known as the Hush Grenade. There the young child focused his energy on the grenade trying to keep it from denoting. Harnessing the innate energy he need, he poured his chakra into the sphere from keeping it from exploding. When he finally quailed his creation he placed the hush grenade a safe distance from him and his brother. At the door of the library of course. A mistake he soon found out.

Across the library Malik watched his brother perform the Dragon seal to cause the Hush grenade to exploded. Slowly the child pushed his chakra into the handseal he made in attempts to cause the detonation he need. But nothing happen, concentrating the chakra into his body he focused his energy into the dragon seal he made. He forced himself to imagine the paper grenade exploding as he held the dragon seal. 'Slow and steady' he thought to himself as he continuously performed the dragon hand seal.

It wasn't till after the six try of using the handseal, aseal calmed himself once more and focused all his chakra into the single hand movement. With all of his might he performed the dragon seal exerting all his chakra into the move. Chakra consumed the paper grenade and it erupted in a powerful explosion. At the time there father the daimyo was entering the room to gather some maps. The paper grenade explode with such force it almost knocked out the might man as he slammed into a book case and was incarcerated in the paper. The Daimyo screamed in fury at the two, only to chase them off in fear. As they ran down the hall in attempts to escape the lashing they were about to receive there father swore he would tie them down and dunk them into the hot springs while he hanged them from there toes.

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[Afuro Shirai-Ryu]

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Learning again 0/40

(Just realized. This could probably suck since Afuro isn't exactly "social")

The Samurai heard the footsteps within the snow off in the distance. Eyes never leaving the man in front of him as he waited to see how the fire would start, he concentrated on the chakra found deep within him. He focused the chakra to his eyes and pressed through.

The Veins in his eyes began to bulge as he saw all around him in a 50 meter radius. There he would see the man coming towards them. He observed closely, seeing the navy blue hair, noticing the eyepatch. The eyepatch that covered his eye was remarkable craftsmanship. He observed closely, seeing the Navy Blue BDUs and the high quality protection against the man's knees. If Afuro had to guess this man was noble of some sort from the way he was dressed.

Then he noticed the Katana on his left side, making a mental note that he was right handed.

'Another right-hander' Afuro thought to himself, commenting on the fact that he was one of the few people ever to wield a blade with his left. He noticed the holsters as well but couldn't really tell what was inside them. He tossed it off as perhaps tags.

The Samurai's eyes reverted back to its original state as the man would speak.

“Excuse me, you wouldn't to know where a good hots spring is at?” His voice was strong and firm, “I've seen to have gotten myself lost out here.”

The samurai thought about it for a brief moment, as he tried to remember anything from his past that could honestly give him any information. Honestly he didn't even remember there ever being a hotsprings in the Country of Snow, however he never really explored the country so he wouldn't know.

The Samurai would turn his attention to the man whom asked the question and shook his head twice before muttering a simple "No."

The samurai continued to think back of the olden days, the time of old when he was just but a child. He found himself within the country of Earth this time. The boy and his master had traveled through the vast oceans, through the desert heats, and up north to the rocky mountains.

The boy stood down at the crevice of a large canyon. The mountains and plateaus were higher than anything he'd seen. The colors were vibrant in different shades of brown to red. It was miraculously a beautiful day. The boy stood calmly to himself as the Master had taken off some time ago. He began to remember what he was told before his master had disappeared.

"Laddy, I want ya-ta stay here for a bit aye?"

The boy nodded.

"Good lad. Now remember your training in the country of Snow. Remember what I taught ya about too many mind. The same still applies to all aspect. One must become fearless for it is all in the mind. Ya must concentrate on that fear, release it. Fear is an emotional response that can either help, or harm a person," the Master would speak to the boy as he placed a large hand on the child's shoulders.

The boy looked up at his teacher with wide eyes as he took in each word as gospel. He knew the words of his master were truth, and knew that each sentence had meaning. The boy however could not understand why he was being told this down at the base of a Canyon. Trouble was near, and the boy could feel it. The Master's training was quite "unorthodox.

"Remember, too many mind. ya must let go of the mind. You must take in deep breaths. Face ya fears head on. Do not look down, do not look back. You must stare at it in the eye. Control it with your heart and courage. Then, and only then will you truly surpass the way of the Mind," the master continued with his instructions. "Ya understand boy?"

The boy nodded once more.

"Good, now stay here until you are called upon. I'll be back." the master continued before disappearing into the shadows, leaving the boy behind.

The Boy stayed calmly, standing with a sigh. He looked down at the ground briefly before looking up and around him. His wide eyes could feel an anxiety feeling among him. He knew something was off, he knew something was wrong.

Then his stomach began to rumble. He felt uneasy. The earth around him began to shake. His world was moving around before he realized, it wasn't his world, but the world itself. He looked down at the ground and noticed some loose rocks pattering against the ground. The rumble grew louder and louder and began to echo within the Cavern. Eyes widened, he knew it was not him. The boy began to concentrate on the sounds, trying to pinpoint where it was coming from.

Then out in the distance just in front of the boy it appeared. A stampede of herd like animals the boy had never seen before rushed through the canyon. They were large beasts, somewhat like bisons, but not quite. They had enormous horns, and small fur with long snouts. They also seemed to be skinnier than the Bison. Perhaps it was because of the scarcity of food found in these parts.

The creatures continued to run towards the boy as he gritted his teeth and closed his eyes standing there, taking a stand. The words of his master could be heard within his head. He began to recall the instructions given to him earlier.

'Remember, too many mind. ya must let go of the mind. You must take in deep breaths.' the thoughts rang within.

Breathing was shallow and short, his heart was racing.

'Face ya fears head on. Do not look down, do not look back.' the thoughts continued to race through his mind.

The boy quickly opened his eyes as he stared ahead of him. He shook his head and with a single phrase, quickly turned, and began to ran. "Kensei is trying to kill me!!!"

[Draven]

Aseal learned

Afuro +20 (lol anti social in a social event yay)

[Aseal]

Kami Goukyou (Paper Strength)
Rank: "D", "C", "B", "A", "S"
Skill: NinJutsu
Effect: A technique which utilizes one own chakra to strengthen their paper. The more one learns into this technique, the stronger one is able to make their paper.
Special: ---
Drawback: The user must learn each rank of Kami Goukyou (Paper Strength) in order to be capable of making the paper stronger. This works well except for techniques that deal with fire damage or water damage.
Description: By combining ones own chakra within paper, they are capable of strengthening its form. The more attune one is with paper, the stronger it becomes. A vital step when attempting to draw out the full potential of ones paper. Note that no matter the rank of this technique, greatswords and other special weapons B rank and up are unable to be broken by the paper due to the unparalleled craftsmanship of the weapons.
When the user learns the D rank of this technique, they are capable of making their paper as strong as stone. At this stage, they are capable of cutting flesh.
When the user learns the C Rank version of this technique, they are capable of making their paper as strong as iron. At this stage they are capable of cutting through stone.
When the user learns the B Rank version of this technique, their paper is as strong as steel. At this stage they are capable of cutting through iron.
When the user learns the A Rank version of this technique, their paper is as strong as titanium. At this stage they are capable of cutting through steel.
When the user learns the S Rank version of this technique, they are capable of making their paper as strong as damascus steel. At this stage the piece of paper is capable of cutting through titanium

When using Paper Strength, the amount of defense it gives applies to the overall technique. (Thus, a shield would be S defense total, not each paper being S.)
Limit: Must know Pēpā Tesabaki (Paper Manipulation) C Rank

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Aseal stood before the samurai with the white colored eyes, he couldn't help to notice standing before him the man was even taller then him. Aseal watched him with his good eye noticing the man commanded a presence even more furious then his, it was something Aseal respected but who never fear.

The man answer was quite blunt when he asked about the hot springs near by, but this didn't stop him from asking more questions, “Would you happen to know where the nearest village is then perhaps?”

His eye drifted back to the man trying to make the fire, maybe he could be of some assistance. Still, he didn't want to ask him any questions as it seemed he was busy trying to make a fire. His thoughts drifted off again, paper would help him start the fire.

Returning to his memories of when he was younger he remember his determination to master Kami no jutsu. It was the only element besides Motoka he could ever control. It was strange, no matter how hard he tried to master the other elements he was never able to learn them. Perhaps he was meant to master Motoka, but he was excited when he found out he could wield Kami. It was an exciting time in his life.

When he was seventeen he started his true quest to master the art of Kami. He surprised himself how fast he could learn the style. It was exciting time in his life for him, but also one of the toughest challenges he had ever faced.

In the courtyard of Kusabana where he spent most of his time when he wasn't out in the field. Aseal was training to perfect his Kami Goukyou , he asked his father the Daimyo if he could get a good size plate of titanium. At first his father protested, but eventually caved in when lady Shiroi, asked on behalf of her son. With the small plate in his possession, Aseal began his training to master his technique.

It was early morning when Aseal awake to begin his training, he ate quickly almost edger to get started. Once finished with his early breakfast he rushed out to the courtyards to begin. Standing in front of the titanium plate he pulled out a single piece of paper and concentrated his chakra into it. Impregnating his chakra into the sheet of paper he quickly fling the sheet into the metal plate, he watched and study as the piece of paper as it crashed into the plate only to ricochet of it. Analyzing what had happen he began to realized he needed to use more chakra into the technique.

Wasting no time he pulled another sheet of paper out and began focusing his chakra into the sheet of paper. As the chakra pool into the paper, it shot straight up like a blade ready to slice in his hands. Still, the technique was not ready he need to feed more of his chakra into it. Patiently he waited, slowly pulling the chakra from his very core into the piece of paper that he held ever so tightly. Slowly his forest green was embedded into the piece of paper, glowing ever so brightly as covered the single sheet of paper with his energy.

When he was finally satisfied with the amount of chakra he had created, he lunched the piece of paper towards the metal plate to see if he could slice through the metal, just like legends had claim. Watching in anticipation, the paper sheet crashed into the sheet of metal with such force it sent the blade of paper hurling back to the sender. Aseal duck just in the nick of time as the paper whizzed above him, just where he head use to be. He gazed open eye at the metal sheet which remained uuharmed. However, the tree that was behind him was severed in two.

“I should reconsider where I throw that thing, before attempting it again.”

[Afuro Shirai-Ryu]

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Learning again 20/40

Afuro continued to stand as he made no noise. He could tell the man asking the questions was quite strong. A curiosity came before Afuro as he began to ponder exactly how strong this man was. It was in his nature to know these things. It was the way he was brought up for the Shirai-Ryu must always know whom were considered to be the "strongest".

“Would you happen to know where the nearest village is then perhaps?” the man would ask.

Afuro would think about the question briefly as he reached up to his cigarette , catching it with his ring and middle finger, using his right hand as he took a drag. He inhaled and released it through his mouth this time, instead of the normal way of releasing it with his nose.

In all honesty Afuro was somewhat Anti-social, but he would indulge the man. He reached into his butt bag with his right hand after placing the cigarette back between his lips. He would slowly pull out his world map and began to scan the map for any signs of a city nearby.

It took some time as he folded it a few times, trying to get to the location of Snow Country. The Samurai nodded before finally speaking. "Says, nearest city is 20 miles North," he muttered calmly carefully folding the world map, and placing it back into his butt bag. His eyes glanced off into the distance noticing some wild life as he began to remember once again his past.

The boy ran through the canyon as he desperately tried to stay in front of the stampede. The stampede grew closer and closer as his eyes were widened, breath was panting. He could feel the tension in his legs as the boy ran through the open canyon.

The beasts plowed with all of their might as they smashed through the canyon. A few here and there scraped against the sides. The canyon was large but not large enough to carry the whole herd of a number the boy could not see at the distance he was in.

He began to recollect the words his master had said to him once more, desperately trying to cling to life.

"Mind boy, it's a wonderful thing. If you can conquer your fear boy you can do anything," the man yelled out to the boy.

Snapping out of it he took in a deep breath and began to take a quick glance around him. Eyes looked up at the high rises of the canyon as he desperately tried to find any sort of clearing he could use to climb. His eyes then darted to the sides near eye level but off in front of him continuing to try and find some sort of foothold. He was running out of time.

As the boy looked in front of him that was when he realized it and saw it. "Damn," the boy yelled out as he realized he somewhat ran out of "canyon".

The boy tripped and fell stumbling down a steep ramp down the canyon as it grew deeper and deeper down into the valley surrounded by high mountains. The boy tumbled like a tumble weed. his arms were raised up against his face to protect his head but it was not enough as he felt the impact of the ground crashing against the temples of his head, the forearms, the back, and all parts of his body.

Silence rushed the boy as he laid there quietly, motionless. He felt the vibration emitting from his body. 'Is this pain?' the boy thought to himself. 'No," he continued realizing what it was. 'It's growing closer.'

The boy pushed himself up as the rumbling grew louder and louder. He could hear the rumble above his head as the stampede grew ever so close to him. He quickly sat down with his body against his legs while the feet were pointing towards the steep slope.

He closed his eyes, straightened his back and began to concentrate deep within him. He focused on all of his surroundings while drowning out the sounds. He began to look at the scenery with his mind's eye, slowly recalculating what he had already seen, but was in too much of a wreck to truly notice. He realized about 50 meters in front of him was a large fork in the canyon that stood 5 meters high, and 3 meters wide. It was made out of solid rock, something strong enough to keep the child safe.

It would seem as if Time stood still for the boy as the first 15 beasts leaped up into the air above him and began to descend to the ground. More and more followed suit as they rushed down, heading towards the boy.

The speed of the mind grew stronger, and accurate as he counted the seconds it would take for the creatures to be on top of him. Another 15 appeared as the first 15 were now half way down. The boy knew he had but a few seconds left.

"Muladhara," he spoke as he began to release the power within him. "Swadhisthana," he continued as the roaring grew closer as chakra began to surge through his body. "Manipura," he spoke out as the beasts of burden were merely a few meters away. "Anahata, Ban!" he yelled with a moment of pause. "Kai!" he finished as the boy disappeared from his spot as the beasts of burden passed by.

The Master stood watching, pondering on what had happened. Eyes looking down as he wondered if his pupil was dead. Did he go too far? He turned towards the large rock that forked the canyon and smiled as the boy stayed in the same position as before, meditating, waiting for the beasts to pass by.

[Corvus]

+20's for all two of you.

NOW STOP MAKING ME FEEL INCOMPETENT!!! ;-;

so much post...;-;

[Mat]

木に突き当たること (Ramming Wood Technique)
Rank: C-Rank
Skill: Ninjutsu
Effect: Summons forth a ramming beam of wood.
Special: "Dog, Boar, Snake"
Drawback: Leaves the users back wide open for attacks.
Description: Upon holding performing the snake handsign the user will crouch as a beam of wood rises in front of them from the ground/earth. The beam rises about 5 feet into the air and then darts forward ramming into the opponent at high speeds. The beam is about 6 feet wide, 3 feet thick and can extend up to 20 feet. Capable of possibly knocking the wind out of an opponent if hit in the chest or abdominal area. The jutsu is also more than capable of sending one flying backwards. If the beam connects the jutsu is most likely to be used in conjuction with a bunshin of some sort capable of carrying out an attack, to run along the beam and deliver a second blow. Though this is completely optional and not an original part of the technique.
Limit: Wood Release.

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With the permission to build a fire granted the white haired man lowered his head deeper in thanks, face almost burying itself in the snow. Raising his head the man would stand to his full height of six feet four inches tall and begin to move his hands to perform the seals. The lighter that had been tossed to him was caught within his magnetic field and it floated over the the cursed man as he created a branch from his arm. This lone branch would not be enough for him to start a fire though, and it would cost him too much energy to make a great deal of them. It was then that an idea sprang into mind, another wood technique he could use to build up a fire.

Closing his eyes the man began to focus upon the energy within and pulled the power into his chakra network. He molded that power as it circulated through his body, preparing to perform the zodiac symbols with his hands when he felt the presence of a new metal source nearby. The power inside returned to it's source in the man's surprise that he did not notice sooner and quickly his body moved into action. He turned and knelt down on one knee, bowing to the newcomer he had not noticed, or heard, sooner. "Greetings, My Lord, I apologize for not noticing you sooner."

After a few moment he would rise from his bow and once again stand tall, his hands moving quickly into a series of seals. As his hands moved so did the energy that flowed through his entire body, taking shape to perform this technique. Upon completing the final seal the male released his power into the frigid earth and hoped that it would take in this harsh climate. Luck was on his side and the Masamune watched as the five foot log sprang from the earth and rose into the air slightly. The log would them swing at the wall that he had created behind himself and slam into it forcefully.

[Afuro Shirai-Ryu]

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Learning again A rank this time 0/70

Afuro turned to his attentions back to the man in front of him, seeing how he bowed deeper, and almost against the snow. Such actions was odd towards the samurai but he simply shrugged it off within his mind.

The white haired man stood in his full description of 6 feet and 4 inches of height and began to move his hands to perform handseals. Afuro's left hand twitched as he watched the handseals. The Samurai was ready to take hold of his sword at any moment's notice as his eyes narrowed while watching the white haired man carefully and intently.

The true height of this man was somewhat shocking as he hadn't seen such a tall "white" man in such a long time. It was kind of abnormal in all honesty. The lighter was moving in the magnetic field as Afuro took a mental note of what this man could do. Afuro's eyes began to change once again as the veins began to pop around the eyes. He saw the chakra forcing out of the man and the Samurai quickly jumped back a good 10 meters.

He said he wanted to create a fire, and yet he was manipulating Chakra.

When the man's attention turned towards the One Eyed Samurai Afuro watched carefully. He saw the man kneel down on one knee and bowing down to him. "Greetings, My Lord, I apologize for not noticing you sooner."

He stopped and eased as he watched the log spring up from the earth and rose in the air before slamming into the wall behind the jutsu user.

Was he going to use this for a fire?

Deep within the subconscious mind the samurai found himself once again as young boy. He stood quietly, calmly with his master Kensei. Hands were moist from anticipation as he knew what his next journey would be. The boy stared out in front of him as he was now in front of a Volcano within a small island east of the Land of Fire.

"Boy," the master said before a long pause. "This will be your final training in this technique with me for this is as far as I have learned. I am proud to call ya a student." he continued as a cold wind brushed the high palm trees.

The mountain was vast, and large like nothing the boy had seen. A Pillar of black smoke raised from the tops showing the mountain was active, and even ready to burst once more. The boy stood there silently.

"Remember what you have learned before, for you must continue with the same practice. Nothing has changed, nothing is different," the master continued with an instruction. "On top of the mountain, at the tip there will be a flower. This flower is important to our clan. It's as vibrant as the lava that flows from the mountain, yet as cold as a blistering snow in the countries of the north." the master said as he gently placed his right hand along his forehead, continuing to give dialogue.

The boy nodded as he sighed softly, realizing his task was to climb the mountain and take the flower.

"Your task boy, is to find the flower, bring it back. When you do your task is complete," the master narrowed his eyes. "Be careful boy. Remember what was taught to you up until now. You must have the mind of a true Samurai, a true member of the Shirai-Ryu. Empty all of your mind. The trees, the wilderness, the air, the sea, and the ground all speak to you. You must empty those thoughts and concentrate on the task at hand. If you feel pain, push past it, if you feel fear, push past it." he placed his left hand on top of the boy's head and looked down.

The boy looked up wide eyed at his master and nodded.

"Go, I will wait for your return."

The boy turned his attention back towards the mountain as he closed his eyes taking in a deep breath. The speed of mind was an intense understanding for the more advanced gates. The boy did not like this style of training as his life was always in danger, however if his life was not in danger how could he ever surpass his own limitations?

Young Afuro turned his attentions back to his master after taking a few steps towards the mountain that seemed a good several miles away. "Any restrictions master?" He asked curiously.

The Master chuckled with a hard laugh. "No boy, no restrictions. Use all of your teachings, for if you die, I die."

The boy nodded and turned towards the mountain once again. In an instant he dashed forward concentrating on his training. He must be swift, he must be constant, and he must be vigilant. The young boy's eyes began to change. The veins popped out as he disappeared within the forest, realizing he was able to see all around him within 50 meters.

The Demon had awaken once again.

[Umehara]

Kerai - +10

Afuro - +20

[Aseal]

(Sorry about before. I seemed to have not notice I missed spelled the Japanese name of wood release)

'My Lord' The word ran around aseal's mind. Did the man know of him, how could he the Adair family was only known to those in Kusa. Shaking the notion for his head he simply nodded and smiled at the man, “It's quite alright.”

His attention then turn towards the samurai in front of him, he watched as he carefully pulled out a map of the nations and quickly scanned over there locations, once he had found there location and told him the nearest village. Aseal's heart sank in dispear. “Twenty miles you say, I don't have time to waste on traveling that far.”

He watched the man begin to take drags of his cigarette. He didn't enjoy the smell of smoke himself, but he would let this pass as he watched the man. He spent a few minutes trying to figure him out. He wasn't a man to engage in small talk, and his outfit resembled that of a ronin, but who was this man.

“I've seen to forgotten my manners,” With a firm voice, “I'm Aseal Adair, I hail from the nation of Kusa.” He was interested now to learn this man's name and his companion. However, he couldn't help to notice the pair were a bit off to him, could they actually be traveling companions or people who just met like him and them.

As seconds passed his mind slipped back into his memories.

After his attempts to master the technique nearly took his own life, he recovered with rejuvenate spirits. He was more determined then ever to master this techqniue if it coast him his life in the process. Wasting no time, his hands slipped together forming seals. This technique required no seals, but he found them useful tools to help him master it. Slowly his hands crossed back and forth, helping him focus his innate chakra. Beckoning it to come forth and aid him in his time and need.

As he built of his chakra he eyed the slate of metal before him. It seemed to mock him, as every attempt he tried to penetrate it's iron hide was inevitable. Still, he refused defeat. Concentrating his chakra to gather deep within side him, he called upon the innate element Mokuton. Forest green chakra surged through out the man's body as he focused on completing the tasked before him. Aseal was now hellbent on destroying the slab of metal before him with his own hands.

Quickly drawing a sheet of paper out of his holster, he embedded his natural innate chakra into the sheet of paper. The paper itself glowed with the mans power. Nature the bringer of life, the element that brings life to the most desalinate of lands. Breathing became slow for the man as he embedded his chakra into the single sheet of paper, his determination now renewed. He knew in his heart he could do this no matter how many attempts he need to make.

Without hesitation, he lunched the piece of paper towards the slab of metal. As he threw the sheet of paper he quickly rolled to the left side to dodge the ricochet if it happen. As he rolled he pulled out another sheet of paper, already focusing his chakra within the sheet, exerting his chakra into it. So he could make another attempt where he had failed before. Catching himself after his roll he watched carefully as the paper bounced off the metal body of the slab. He knew that would happen, but he couldn't help but to watch as the piece of paper bounce back and fly into the woods beyond. He listen carefully as he pool his chakra into the paper in hand, as a tree fell into the distance making a loud crash.

Spitting down at his failure he concentrated a large amount of chakra into the sheet of paper he had in his hand. He release a large amount of chakra into this piece of paper. He could feel his hand began to cramp in pain from the amount of chkara he exerted at once. But what is pleasure without pain, with one powerful thrust of his arm. He hurled the paper into the slab of metal, in high hopes of slicing through it.

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[Mat]

"Setsudanki" (Serration)
Rank: D, [C-ranked]
Skill: Ninjutsu, supplementary
Effect: Adds sharper triangular edges to solid iron sand. Maybe paired with most Iron sand creations.
Special: Add Dog hand seal to choice creation.
Drawback: Only works on solidified Iron sand.
Description: By adding a simple handseal to the end of a certain clan technique, members can add a dozens sharp triangular edges their Iron sand creation. These Triangles are no less then an inch in size and add additional slashing and cutting power to there weaponry or Iron sand techniques.
Upon learning the C-ranked version of this technique, the user may further elongate the sharpen triangle to 6in. in length, increasing there deadly nature further.
Limit: Masamune Bloodline. The user may only learn the C-ranked version of this technique after gaining 300 TP within clan techniques. "C-ranked" control in both "Polarity Field" and "Iron sand Transmutation".

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After slamming into the wall the log fell to the ground, it would do nicely for the creation of a fire, yet it was too large like this. The reaction of the dark skinned man did not escape his attention either and he was preparing to form another set of hand seals. Still, that reaction before gave him pause, "I do not intend you harm, my Lord." He spoke calmly and his hands began to move again through seals, "I do apologize for alarming you, I will have a fire ready soon." The seals were familiar for a technique to create weapons, yet there was an addition to it.

An additional seal was added to the technique to add serration and his energy wove naturally. This would add serration to the blade he was forming and as the seals were completed iron sand poured from his gourd and began to take shape. The weapon taking form would quite clearly become a saw blade and grabbing the handle with one hand the man began to saw away at the log. He could have easily made the motions without even touching the weapon of iron sand, but during his enslavement these tasks had to be completed manually.

"Might I inquire as to your business in the Land of Snow, My Lords?"

[Afuro Shirai-Ryu]

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Learning again A rank this time 20/70

Afuro quickly glanced at the One eyed swordsman as he narrowed his eyes, tilting his head, hearing him speak.

“I've seen to forgotten my manners,” With a firm voice, “I'm Aseal Adair, I hail from the nation of Kusa.”

He began to relax a bit as he sighed softly pondering if he should even give the name to the man. It had been such a long time since he told someone his name, but perhaps now would a better time than not. He continued to stand there as he heard the words coming from the other wood user.

"I do not intend you harm, my Lord." He spoke calmly and his hands began to move again through seals, "I do apologize for alarming you, I will have a fire ready soon."

Afuro turned his attention towards the one eyed samurai and spoke again in his monotone voice, without speaking much. "Afuro." This was his name, though he wondered if the samurai would catch it. Especially since he just out right blurted it out.

"Might I inquire as to your business in the Land of Snow, My Lords?" the wood other wood user would ask.

Turning his attention back to his front he thought briefly before speaking once more. "Training, to become a true Kensei," he remarked, speaking in the same monotone voice, but giving out more information than he did towards the one Eyed Samurai.

Perhaps the two would know whom exactly a Kensei was, since Kensei was the last rank found in the fighting style Buredono Kenseijin.

He ran what seemed like hours. The mountain grew in size for what it was. The boy thought it would be closer, but the closer he got the more it seemed like the mountain itself did not move.

The boy stood at the base of the volcano and looked up at the sky. Eyes narrowed as he sighed softly seeing the high pillars of steam rise from cracks found throughout the mountain. His hands were clenched as he continued to stare with the ever so vigor. He watched paitiently while beginning to notice the pattern found in the volcano.

Afuro began to truly realize what it meant to have the Speed of Mind. He took a deep breath while closing his eyes. The boy was emptying his mind as he began to feel the chakra rush through his body, heating it with a calming sensation.

Eyes widened as he yelled out, feeling the chi rush out violently throughout his body. "Muladhara!" he yelled out as the wild life began to scatter. The Chakra in his body poured throughout as he felt the familiar tingling, warming sensation rush forth ever so vibrant. Clasping his hands together he slowly placed them against his hips while turning to the right, placing his right foot behind as if taking a "Battojutsu"stance. "Swadhisthana!" he yelled out once more as he continued to feel another rush of chi flow through his body vibrantly.

His body began to leak out the chakra while he continued to observe the mountain closely. He had no fear. He had no regrets. The mind was empty and he felt he was ready.

In a blink he disappeared briefly, and appeared once more 10 meters up on the mountain. The boy began to climb the steep slope of the mountain as he concentrated on the chi within the balls of his feet while pushing upwards. The chi in his legs and feet kept him propped up as he disappeared as quickly as he appeared. The boy began to move up the mountain at blinding speeds as if to just appear in a flash.

"I will concur you," the boy spoke out as he quickly stepped near what seemed to be a crack. Without realizing it a scolding steam flashed upwards as the boy disappeared just before it was able to thrash against his small body. He appeared again at the side not far away before he continued to rush up the mountain once again.

His eyes looked all around in the vibrant vein of demonic look he was oh so familiar with. At his stage of life the boy always considered himself to be a Demon of some sort. He never knew he was a Hyuuga. I would be years later before he would find out whom his true heritage was from, though he will always consider himself a Shirai-Ryu first.

The boy continued to move up on the mountain, disappearing and appearing in his now flash step as his eye looked down into the mountain. He could see what was deep within the mountain itself as if he was much closer than he should be.

His eyes told him stories. They told him of where to go and where not to go. Using his Buredono Kenseijin training with the eyes of a demon he was able to predict the steam bubbles that would burst through the cracks.

Whenever he would feel the fear creep up within him he would breathe deeply and exhale all the evil that laid rested inside him. The evil he exhaled out was not necessary considered to be "evil" but more so the doubts, the anguish, the fear his mind carried upon him as his body flowed forward in its greatness.

As the boy moved higher and higher he would begin this tactic would become more and more difficult to perform as the air grew thinner and thinner, and then soon even almost impossible due to the black filth that he so quickly rushed towards.

[Umehara]

Kerai - Learned.

Aseal - +20

Afuro - +20

[Aseal]

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/Aseal watched the man as he tried to make a fire, he couldn't help but notice he was using Mokuton. Though the technique was armature, the man seemed quite talented for it. It was very rare for him to meet another Mokuton user, especially somewhere way out here in the land of snow.

The words of the samurai almost slipped by Aseal's ears as he was admiring the young man making the fire. ”Afuro” I believe that is the name he just uttered. Aseal was a bit uncertain of it, but he still could of sworn the man whispered that name.

Silently he listen to the first man asking there business here in the land of snow and before he answer the man named Afuro answered first. Almost out of reflexives, Aseal grasped the hilt of his blade when he spoke of becoming Kensei. It was something that he speculated, but never in his wildest dreams did he imagine the man he stumbled upon in snow was a man wishing to ascend to Kensei.

In attempts not to provoke the man with his sudden hand gesture to his blade, he acted as if was adjusting it so he could kneel down before the other man making the fire. “You done good work with Mokuton Your quite talented young man." A smile appeared across the battle worn face of aseal, " I've come for more simpler pleasures then are friend here, I've only come to relax in the hot springs of yuki, before I engage in a perilous battle for my country.”

His eyes then shifted towards the man named 'Afuro', “However, to become a Kensei of Burēdono Kenseijin, is a more admirable trait. I can only assume your a Sōdo Nushi right now, in are arts of Burēdono Kenseijin.”

As excepted the paper he fling towards the metal slab seemed to only bounce off heading towards a different direction then it was it was intended. This time the paper sheet went off course and over the courtyard walls, this was ok with him. Nothing lied over the walls except open plains so nobody would be harm by his failed attempt. Still, this bothered the young man. Defeat from a simple sheet of metal was not acceptable.

This time the man pulled out two sheets of paper and concentrated his chakra within them. Deep within himself he mustered the chakra to come forth, calling for it as his children to the dinner table. Still on one knee in a battle position he called forth his innate chakra once again. Determination shined brilliantly in his eye, he wasn't ready to call it quits just yet.

Calling forth the chakra that resided in him. That papers began to glow, shinning brightly in the daytime light. He didn't know how much time has passed since he started, but he was determined to finish what he had started. Poring his chakra into the sheets of paper he focused on cutting the sheet of metal in two, he imagine the sheet of metal falling before his paper as they sliced through it like butter.

Wasting no time he threw on of the sheets of paper at the immobile objecting praying this time it would slice through it. Once he threw one sheet of paper he rolled towards the right this time throwing another one as a follow up attack. Rolling yet again to the right side to escape the possible outcome, he watched as his papers clashed against the steal frame of the slab only to deflect to his previous location.

He gritted his teeth in silence, he didn't understand why this was happening, he pored so much of his chakra into the pieces of papers it almost left him exhausted. Still his faith did not waver from his abilities of this technique. Rising back to his feet he walked over to the metal slab to examine its frame. Aseal wanted to see if he had even left a scratch on the surface of the metal, but when he examined it he found a horrible discovery. No marks were found on the smooth surface of metal.

This sent the man in a blind fury. Pulling out enough sheets of paper to form a sword his quickly concentrated his chakra into the paper blade and began slashing widely at the metal slab. He cursed the metal slab for its insults towards him. The more he continued to attack the slab, the more chakra he pulled into it. He felt the concept of this technique was eluding him.