Phase I [Train, Travel, Invite]

[— zen]

Force Scream
Rank: “B”
Skill: Taijutsu
Effect: The user takes a deep breath and lets out a powerful scream. This powerful scream is capable of sending the opponent and any obstacle that is not bolted down flying.
Special: ----
Drawback: ----
Description: Becoming infuriated, the user yells at the top of there lungs generating a powerful tidal wave that is capable of sending the opponent flying back into the distance. This sonic boom surrounds the user sending anything around them flying back at a high velocity. The sound wave of this technique is capable of being seen by the human eye as the area around the user ripples causing the space to shimmer making that area very disoriented when looking upon it. This technique can also be used to counter or redirect projectile weapons or projectile techniques of its rank and lower, (“B” Rank and lower). Depending on the Class level of the user also depends on the strength of the technique. When the user first learns this technique at “C” Rank they are capable of sending out a shock wave of fifty meters, giving it a knock back power of fifteen meters. When the user becomes a “B” Rank they are capable of sending out a shock wave of fifty-five meters, giving it a knock back power of twenty meters.
Limit: Must be a Kamyuja Member.

Continued From Here.

58.80

There was no salvation for me.

I stared longily into a fractured mirror, my helm completely clasped onto my cranium. I was a monster that did not belong. And with bodies scattered about behind me, there was only the scent of blood in the air to lead me forward. Crimson leaked from the chin of my helmet as I stood among the brutality I had committed only minutes ago. An innocent family slain, and I no more sated than a beast who had feasted upon but a small rodent. I desired more. There had to be more. This strength was not simply an idle tool to be used. I had to escape the confines of my entrapment and break free of the bonds of morality. It was my life, and I would live it as I saw fit.

I thrust the mirror onto the ground, moving forward with an unbridled speed as I left the scene behind. I was furious. I was enraged. I felt....insulted. Mother nature had brought me here, and for no reason did I seem to exist. My own flesh and blood had not come looking for me. They, too, were part of the blades that had sewn my betrayal. The trees were but a blur as I tilted my head backward. Chakra poured into my gullet as I unleashed a scream the likes of which sounded akin to a roar. The earth around me was immediately torn asunder as I moved, swift action allowing me to dodge the outgoing blast of sound waves that threatened to turn the entire landscape into a gashed mess.

My feet pounded along the ground. Cracks spanned out slightly with every step, my form becoming like that of a wraith's. This technique was only the first of those that would aid me in my hunt for truth. I had to escape to a place that would accept me. A place that would allow my resolve to flourish. But this....this headband was captivity, and I would no longer be bound by it. I stripped it from my very forehead and carved into the symbol with my index finger's ivory dagger. Clearing the mass of destruction I'd created earlier, I could only once more roar my frustrations in an audible form. Thus, I would take a deep breath.

Yet again did I let out that lethal howl, my form vibrating heavily with every footfall as it traveled out and into the distance. The edifice I stood upon immediately split open to reveal deep lacerations into the earth. But I cared little; the world around me was continually changing. It was beginning to grow cold. My muscles heaved as my breath grew frigid, but still I would press on. The hard crunch of snow was beginning to permeate through my ears. Even then, my Force Scream ability was being honed to tear that apart. I was an unstoppable juggernaut, born to the world again as a phenom who would rule over the threads of fate.

Deeply passing into new lands now, I couldn't help but allow my eyes to wander. My focus did not remain, however - my voice was finding itself stronger with every time I'd emit that sanguine scream. Was this, too, a secret of the Kamyuja that I had not been told about? Regardless, I would press onward and allow my potential to be realized.

[. Move To Land Of Frost]

[Fui]

+10

Moved

[— zen]

68.80

I had been travelling for what seemed like days. And yet still, I did not tire in the wake of this newfound adrenaline I had discovered. The mortal coil of mankind ill-effected me as my breathing was paced. But even as I moved, I could not stop myself from this primal rage that overtook my every sense. There was a beast inside that grew with every passing moment. It spoke to me. It coaxed me. It seduced me. And every time it slumbered, I could not help but pour my chakra out into an external state. Thus, the Force Scream training would continue. The bitter cold challenged me, and I would face it with full power.

An other-worldly sense came over me as I inhaled once more, my arms moving back and forth as my fingers lay outstretched. I was sprinting like a gazelle across the earth, leaving heavy traces of my footprints within the snow. With my exhale, the sheer amount of chakra that had been forced into my lungs would not expel itself in the form of ripples. They took a voluminous size as I roared out yet again. Unintelligible were my words, but they need not be understood. They need only be feared. The power of my Force Scream was getting more potent with every attempt. The land beneath me was unearthed and altogether pushed away as I kept at my sprinting.

My hamstrings burned, but the ache was miniscule in comparison to what I would achieve in the longrun. Chakra once more welled up within me. I had to mold it into a type of force that could give impact to any that stood in my way. My esophagus ached from the strain that I was putting upon myself, but the will to become stronger was mightier than anything I'd ever felt in previous days. If I honed the skill long enough, then surely I would be able to come forth the victor of this strenuous exercise. At this point, the only option was to proceed and rest when I could not produce sound any further.

My feet continued to be a blur against the earth as the weather once more began to change. No longer did the cold nip at me. This was a welcoming warmth that seemed to wash over my vessel. Even the grass below seemed to grow softer and more wet to the touch than simply being frozen blades that I had to crush under Susanoo's armor. Without disappointment, I knew that I had been crossing over once more into foreign territory. But it mattered not. The headband upon my head had been marked. With the Force Scream unearthing more gaia beneath me, I made my exit out of Frost and headed toward warmer days in this new land.

[. Move To Land Of Hot Springs]

[Fui]

+8

Moved

[— zen]

76.80

I was beginning to feel my feet come to a slow trudge. The sheer anger that boiled within was far greater than I had hoped to contain or attempt to hope to control. The Force Scream still eluded my true mastery, and it left me with nothing more than the last remnants of my conscious state. But before I could sleep, I had to let out just one more howl against the time that pervaded my senses. My sense of belonging was slipping away - almost as if it was unfamiliar to me. An undiscovered territory, and a mind full of the questions that only my dreams and nightmares could attempt to answer.

I lifted my head back again. With everything in me, the swell of chakra was like a beast that had been waiting to run its course through my esophagus before exploding from my gullet. My lungs were pressed with the power of the Kamyuja, and afterward I thrust my arms to either side to balance my position. The scream was almost deafening - akin to a lion's roar, I allowed it to manipulate the area around me and turn the landscape inside out. No longer was there stable ground to stand on. There was only the wreckage of my blood and the hollow shell of a Genin that had come with it.

The debris that rose into the skies seemed to rain down on me, pelting my armor before my face planted into the ground. Laying on my stomach now, all would seem to come to a snail's crawl. The Force Scream's remnants echoed outward and claimed the gaia that began to bury me. If there was anyone or anything in the vicinity, then surely they would now be suffering the ill effects of my power. I needed sleep...

Finally.

[Zetsumei]

+4

[[.Abigail]]

She wears a fundoshi that is folded over the band at her waist and a second one for support for her chest. Next is the Han-juban which is white, that is the underwear and is long sleeves with a flowing to the slightly to below the waist. Next layer is the Gi which is the outdoor clothes which is rolled up and tucked into the belt. Then comes the hakama, which like the Gi is pale green and it has no pleats in the front. Its tied off with a red pattern sash with a red string, and matching white socks. Then the sandals with is slip onto the toes. Armed to the teeth with two kunais and a tessen fan and no ryo on her person, she walks alone.

Angel moved though the country side, her feet would take her out of range of the castle sights for a short while before she would move across the ground walking. The faint screaming could be heard in the distance. Her eyes widen slightly it sounded like someone was hurt. Her feet would turn to move at the diction of the sound. Her mind did not translate this as a bad idea or this could be a trap. Her head inclined its self listening again for some sign of life. Her eyes glancing about. But then she figured that the person already left.

Her eyes now looked for a plant, called Horehound. Her eyes peered into the plant life, her hands moving back the bushes. Her eyes peering into them. Her eyes glancing at the earth that looked like it went though some kind of hell. Her mind half wondered what it was from. Her eyes moving back to look at the base of the trees. Her eyes looking for this grayish plant. her hands moving to rest on the tree as she glances at the ground looking in the tall grass for the plant in question.

Horehound
Rank: Common, Small
Type: Herb, Coastal, Summer, Poison Cure
Effect: An herb that allows the user to vomit and release any ingested poison.
Special: Preparation: 1 hour ; Duration: ---
Drawback: ---
Description: Picture This plant has angular grayish stems and grows to a height of 3 feet. It has oval shaped tooth edged, ash green leaves. It has small creamy white flowers which group at the base of the leaves. This herb will cause the recipient to vomit up any poison in their system. It is effective only against ingested poisons. The person will be incapacitated by nausea for 1d4 days. Works against Nearly Impossible poisons as well, The person can be saved if the herb is successfully administered within 1 round before the user dies. 
Limit: Must know Herbal Knowledge for Coastal Regions. 80% chance of finding.
Cost: 14,500 Ryo per herb. 2,900 Ryo per Dosage.

[Deleted]

Found.

[— zen]

- Anomaly detected.

I lay still as the earth around me continued its unsettling state, mass chunks of debris falling all about me in a shower of destruction - destruction I'd caused only minutes ago. Altogether satisfied and sated with the mastery of the Kamyuja technique I'd just gained, I set my sights upon new horizons - survival. With uncertain resolve, I lifted my hands just enough so that my palms might press hard against the edifice upon which I lay. I struggled to support my weight, the taxing exhaustion of my chakra being somewhat spent plaguing me and reminding me just how futile my attempts were at getting up onto my feet. But before I could continue my prostrate ministrations, I could hear the faint sound of rustling a small distance away.

....What fauna dare interrupt my cocoon of earthen proportion?!

I found it within myself to quickly shoot vertically, my nostrils flaring in hunger as my predatory instincts took complete control. To have stated that I'd jettisoned across the earth at a gazelle's pace would have been an understatement. I was immediately aroused by the hunt, quickly forcing this sack of fleshy vessel to obey my command. And so it would, leaving no trace of my presence as I took to the trees and shrouded myself in darkness. I sniffed once more, hoping to catch just a vestige of my quarry's scent. Regardless of whether or not I would acquire such a thing, I stalked forward through the sound of rustling foliage. I would seek the audience of the sacrificial meal that now accompanied me within this unknown land. And no sooner than when I'd managed to swallow the saliva that heavily coated my maw, I placed my eyes upon the figure who'd so blatantly intruded upon unholy ground.

Ample breasts. Succulent epidermis. Layered clothing.

....A morsel from the gods.

Without restraint, my growl was sure to reach audible levels. But I cared little to alert her to my presence. Nay....I was only keen to just how long she would run before I plucked her from the haven she so foolishly believed this forest might have been. Oh, how mortal coil aroused my senses. I could feel my loins growing erect with the perverse thought of just what ministrations she would endure before I dealt her the card that I saw fit. My fingernails tore into the bark beneath the branch that I claimed as my perch. Bathing in lustful thought, I stalked her silently.

[[.Abigail]]

Angel moved though the underbrush with the soft putter of her feet could be heard with in a range of one or two meters. Her eyes found the harb that she had looked for. Her hands reached and gathered it from the ground. Her eyes turned and she would seek out another one herb of the same herb. Her scent was one of wild life, her body was glowing with the slick sweat, the mild sweet odor could be cought if within a two to three meters by now.

Her senses were ones of the normal ranges of a commoner. Her ears soon found that, it was quiet. Her faced to glance up at the sky judgeing the time. Her mind wondered if the man at the castle was up yet and found her note. She sureness of his not staying around was fairly rooted into her mind. But the lack of sound was not really setting in her mind, the woman is disacted by her mind.

Her eyes turned to back the plant life and she deemed the area not containing of the harb. Her feet would move swiftly to the next area looking for the herb she sought. Her hands would move back the brachs of a low branch tree, her eyes looked for this plant. Her footsteps would be heard to have a slight uneveness of her foot fall, as the right half of her body was a 1/4 inch off from her left side. Her clothes could not hid her body movments of her cerves, and it could be seen in any one's eyes.

The lack of sound of the aminals and birds seemed to pressing into anyone else but angel. Her faith in anyone person to be well behaved and good, shows its self to anyone even if they don't need it. Her movements would be charted to move to a stream that darken with trees and green with the alive plants below the water. Her body would move to drop to cup the water to face and then her eyes would watch the water, her lips moved to smile slightly as she watched the bubbling water but then she moved to wade into the clear water her clothes becoming wet up to her waist. Her footing was wabbly and she would fall and slip under the water.

*hunting for horehund 80%*

Sent from my LG-C800 using proboards

[The Roar of the Falls]

Found it!

[— zen]

Mere meters from my perch, the breaths that escaped my maw quieted as I watched her wade toward the waters. Unprotected, the very liquid surrounded her in a brilliant display of serenity - a guard easily broken and manipulated. No sooner than when she had moved to sink beneath the depths of the stream, I descended with a prowler's speed. My feet created a heavy thud against the earth before I stood to full height, every muscle heaving as I approached. There was no need to hide my intention. She had been delivered unto me for a purpose, my satisfaction the only remnant of humanity she need concern herself with. My fingers curled into fists as my proximity to my quarry lessened. More and more, the lust ate at me.

...Until finally, I could claim my unwilling possession.

I let out a baritone roar of sorts, my right hand shooting forward much like an onyx sphere from its cannon. With both of my feet planted within the stream's confines, it was but a matter of gravity when I found my digits curling possessively about her tresses. Without remorse, I yanked with a titan's grip to lift her form from beneath the surface. I could only hope that she would struggle. I hoped that she would kick and scream. I prayed to the heavens that she might even attempt to attack me, my free arm wrapping around her waist with a boa constrictor's prowess in my seizing of this fleshy vessel. If I had found such success, I would begin to step backward as much as balance would allow with her form hoisted up and captive at her locks and her hips.

Such a delicate thing, this human seemed to be. Soft skin, the smell of light labor and flora permeating through my nostrils even through Susanoo's helm. The earth would serve her no quarter as I backpedaled - soon, she would find herself pressed squarely against my chest, my clothed manhood blatantly grinding into her backside. I would force her head backward with a swift yank of her hair. If she valued her head remaining attached to her shoulders, she would acknowledge my merciful display of observation and follow suit. There were no words....only the strength of my breathing, hollow and cold through the filters of the pristine white of my armor.

...Oh, the rapture..

[[.Abigail]]

The herb had been out of my reach, but I had quickly gathered it and walked to the water. I needed to reach the other side. But as I crossed the waters, I had slipped under the water, the cold water, making my arms goose bump everywhere. I quickly found I could not breath under water and I struggled, my panic reaching a all time height. My slim arms started to move in a crazy patterns as I struggled to regain my footing in this water that was sucking my body away.

Why can I not keep my footing?!

My senses reaching a rare thing, my panic ruling my body, the pumping adrenaline into my veins, my quiet soul reached a frenzy of fighting for my life. It was then a hand reached into my long hair that was coming loose from its holding and the long silky tresses and I felt pain.

My loud gasping breaths and soft cries of pain that over ruled the strong breaths of this Beast, who I could not see. But feel and I felt this was a animal, because no human could treat another in such a way, right? My panic still ruling my body, I fought, struggling to get away from this beast. I could feel my hair holding digging into my head. My tears ran fully, my chest heaving as I twisted my body as I sought to deliver blows to this beasts sides and I would hope that I would be able to free myself.

Alas, that was not to be it seemed for I.

The Beast that had control of my body warped a arm around my waist. I glanced down to see what beast had its hold on me. It was Human. The world seemed to slow down as I clawed the arm that hand me. My legs worked trying to kick the stranger now. He backpedaled to the dry ground of shoreline of the river. I felt that I should have drowned rather then be in his grasp. Once on the shore line, we stepped farther backwards still. Until he stopped and then with a yanked my head back. I wished vary much to keep my head and I allowed my head to go back though. I would pull against his hold in restraint in a show of not wanting to compile to his wishes fully. His lower body pressing into mine, there was little doubt of what he wanted from me at this point.

I had to try to though, my last wall to losing my innocence to this beast of a human crumbled as i thought of what i could do to such a man. Nothing. My panting was loud, but it was also rush of wanting to live that came over my body, I felt that if I complied and I may live to see another day. I was waiting for him to do something or speak. But I would take this rest from my near drowning to breathing fully as I waited for my next onslaught of my body. I would speak but a line of truth,

"Demon, I am Angel."