Uchiha's Ambition (Training, Invite)

[Umehara]

Katon: Misairu Danmaku no Jutsu (Fire Element: Missile Barrage Technique)
Rank: "A"
Skill: NinJutsu
Effect: User creates the Katon - Goukakyuu no Jutsu (Great Fireball Technique) and creates it to where the Katon - Goukakyuu no Jutsu (Great Fireball Technique) may be used in conjunction with projectiles shot from the very Katon - Goukakyuu no Jutsu (Great Fireball Technique).
Special: "Handseals"
Drawback: ---
Description: After creating the desireable size of Katon - Goukakyuu no Jutsu (Great Fireball Technique) the user keeps the technique either in front of them, or above them. This technique is mostly made above the user so they may turn around and move around without any side effects as well as seeing the opponent in their sites. The user then pushes out projectile flames from within the great source of fire to be shot towards the opponent. These projectiles are like missiles capable of small packed explosions like that of a tag capable of third degree burns with miniature power as that of Katon - Goukakyuu no Jutsu (Great Fireball Technique), the missles have a range of up to thirty meters from the user's distance as the user is capable of shooting them out quickly. Depending on the user's strength in class level depends on the user's capabilities in how many projectiles the user is capable of producing at one time. When the user is "C" class the user is only capable of creating five projectiles in one time, for every class level the user is higher then "C" Class the amount of projectiles increases by three.
Limit: Must learn within the Uchiha Clan. Must have Katon no Jutsu (Fire Release Skill), Must know Katon - Goukakyuu no Jutsu (Great Fireball Technique), Must know Katon: Buki Fo-ji no Jutsu (Fire Element: Weapon Forge Technique)

10.70 - Continued From Here.

I was going to face odds that I had not encountered before.

Knowing this, there was no choice but to pursue a greater power than what I had obtained. I sat at the pinnacle of power's definition, and somehow I felt that it had not been enough. There was no choice but to explore the darkness that lingered before me and attempt to gain even more than what I had learned. And to start, I would focus upon my clan's Ninjutsu techniques. The Katon element was our greatest nature. It was natural. It was explosive. It was...our birthright[/u]. Having learned from my father, though I noticed that I fail to mention him now, it was embedded into me that we were capable of far more than what we had initially believed.

I thought these things as I traveled forward, my eyes stuck to the morning as warmth covered me. The wind was just right, seeking me out and caressing my skin to accentuate the morning's rays. I had fully rested myself. Food, shower, and sleep had all been mine. And with this new set of hours, I would make the most of it before I was to depart and travel. Mayu's words rested on my heart as I moved. But before long, my travels would be halted by what appeared to be an armor-clad figure in the distance. Gray eyes regarded me with a smirk as I approached, but with indifference I would attempt to pass him. The sound of an unsheathed blade would force me to relinquish my hold on apathy - our blades clashed almost immediately. There seemed to be no point in delaying.

"....My name is Mago. Named after the great Magoichi, swordsman who has traveled many days and nights."

I cared little for the name. I had learned much from Magoichi, but this cretin was without sense if he hadn't been told of my skill with the blade. "And you assume that I'm concerned.." I trailed off. Mago did not withdraw his blade - a mistake that I would note. "He told me of your prowess in combat. That you could manipulate the elements. I desire to test your resolve against my blade. Ninja Arts or swords. The choice is yours. But I will have my integrity fortified with your defeat." His words seemed flippant and foolhardy. The green of my eyes had now been replaced by the Sharingan by now. I would show him the error of his ways with the thought of my clan.

Withdrawing almost immediately and jumping backward, I'd sheathe the Apashi blade without issue and move into a flurry of handseals. They were simple enough to perform, my specialty at the Ninja Arts reducing my need for concentration. Once I had birthed the required chakra to the surface of my being, the temperature around me would no doubt rise to the occasion of matching the jutsu that I was about to perform. Mago's charge toward me was swift, and yet I had already been prepared to meet him at his arrival. "Ninja Art! Fire Missile Barrage!" I exclaimed. I placed two hands before my mouth and exhaled a large burst of flame. It swelled and circled before exploding into the distance, rushing toward the swordsman.

"Such intensity!" I would hear him exclaim. Even the invisible heat waves would have been enough to compromise his position. As the sphere of heat traveled, I would then attempt to manipulate its very composition. I had seen my father create the technique before, but he had expanded upon it by allowing spheres of flame to jump from the fireball and track opponents. No doubt, I should have been able to do the same.
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[Fui]

+10

[Umehara]

20.70

Mago had narrowly managed to dodge my attempt at burning him alive. The sphere I had created seemed to be potent, but only in its original form. I hadn't the chakra instilled in it to the turn the tides of its ferocity against him. As such, I merely allowed the sphere of flame to explode in the distance to create a massive wave of fire. Thankfully, we resided within an area south of the village's buildings. This area was desolate, save a single earthen construct and forestry that would easily be able to be snuffed out by my lash clone if I so needed to contain my flame's wrath. Mago seemed to dance around whatever spouts of fire were created. He attempted to flank me, but the Sharingan would not be fooled. I had already turned and evaded a vertical slash, handseals once more coming into play.

This time, I would not be so selfish with my chakra. My tenketsu came alive as I focused on my grand chakra control. Though it was not as good as a medic's, it was at the very least comparable to one who had utilized it thousands of times before. With this being noted, my handseals were yet again flown through. This was not the issue. I simply would have to tame the fire that was expelled from my gullet, separating it enough so that I might create projectiles. I would jump and leave the earth as Mago's next strike missed me, the grace of an avian creature akin to my ascent as I yet again created the ring of fingers around my mouth. My lungs seemed to expand only slightly as I began to take in the chakra required to blow out the flame.

At the same time, my chakra began to take on the nature of fire. No longer did it sit dormant - nay, it was a beast who was itching to be allowed off of his leash. With great concentration, I allowed my head to move forward slightly as I yet again delivered the stream of fire before me. "Fire!? You desire to show me Hell?!" Mago exclaimed. He'd attempted to move out of the way of my great fireball, but to his surprise - and mine - the jutsu would begin to take its initial course of action. The fireball had been very potent, indeed. With speed did it manage to travel earthward.

But before it could crash there, a single sphere of fire would escape its surface and rapidly descend toward Mago. It seemed that its own velocity was mediocre at best, pushing into the ground near Mago and giving off an explosion that delivered a wave of heat that surely would be felt. He shielded himself as the impact knocked him off of his feet, sending him tumbling against the earth as I landed on the ground. The fire itself seemed to die only after a few seconds; I would have to build up the strength of longevity with the jutsu. The Uchiha had truly been a grand kind. I would have to step up to the plate in order to master this clan's jutsu.

Mago rolled to his feet and planted his blade into the ground, a grin upon his features as my cloak seemed to sway gently with the wind. "You now know what it is that awaits you.." I muttered, falling back into a simple Iron Fist stance. I lowered my head, locks falling kempt around my shoulders as I awaited his next advance.

[Fui]

+10

[Umehara]

30.70

But he seemed to be a glutton for punishment. Mago once again rushed toward me, his blade swinging wildly in a horizontal fashion back and forth in an attempt to cleave me in twain. I wouldn't bother to withdraw my own blade. To have parried him would have been too easy. I wanted to douse the area in flame and surround him before the killing blow could be struck. With that in mind, I had already begun the process of summoning forth the Great Fireball once again. Precision allowed me to block his motions with my hands time and again. Thrusting his sword away from me, I gracefully summoned chakra through more handseals.

I remembered a time where my clan was able to simultaneously battle and ponder the wiles of opposition. A gift that was given to only a few in our generation, I respected my father enough to admit that he had been valiant in battle. The stories that I had been told growing up at the academy eluded me for the most part - I cared little for the past of a man who I could no longer remember the face of. Still, it was the name of the Uchiha that kept me at the helm of perseverance. I would master this jutsu and more, and thereafter show Otogakure that I had been more of an asset than what they had probably imagined.

Snapping back to attention, I allowed myself to bend backward so that I might perform a back flip to evasively maneuver around Mago's blade. It seemed concentrated, but yet it lacked finesse and power. With my final handseal finished, I could only pirouette around him and jump backward before unleashing the chakra I had stored it. Deep within my belly, the candle began to turn into a flame. The flame began to turn into an inferno. The inferno began to turn into a forest fire that would not be so easily swayed by wind or water. This was how I desired it to be - me, free of restraint.

As I brought my hand upward toward my mouth again, I pushed my chakra toward my esophagus. The flames in the distance crackled and threatened to swallow the trees now, though Mago and I would persist in our fight. With every advance he made, I would be able to dodge it with relative ease before giving him the glimmer of hope.....at least, until the fireball was once more pushed out. It was reminiscent of the Weapon Forge technique, oddly. I was shaping the fire to be able to pull it apart, and the next few moments would be spent wielding and thrusting it upon my adversaries.

The fire was beginning to penetrate the very air before me as I blew through my fingers. Heat crept up along my body, giving myself quite a bit of room so as not to burn or accidentally trigger the jutsu against myself. Mago would have to dance once again.

[Fui]

+10

[Umehara]

40.70

The flames licked at every inch of the forestry.

I had watched a man become nothing more than a child who was playing with the fire. Mago's actions were becoming more sporadic, his attempts at my life nothing more than waving a sharp object with which I could dodge with relative ease. The predictive power of the Sharingan was almost intoxicating - and yet still, it granted me the gift of supreme chakra control as I aimed to leave him burning and mournful in his last few moments. The stream of fire that I had released from my gullet filtered into the air, harmoniously in stride with my breath as it traveled for a great distance.

I'd mastered our clan's greatest ability - the Ninja Art: Great Fireball Jutsu. Alone, it spoke of incinerating our opponents and leave little more than ash to be scattered along the wayside. But this...oh, this power....it begged of taking grandeur and expanding upon it. Crimson and orange danced in the twinkle of my eye as I focused on seperating the spheres that would come forth. It was much like molding chakra. I could separate it into portions and carry it to various portions of my body. Once there, it was far easier to control than when in its initial phase. The same could be said of this jutsu. It began as a single projectile that could cause devastating damage in its time. But when broken off, various results could be made with the number of "missiles" that could be fired from it.

"Damnit! Damn you, demon!"

Words that he'd heard all too often. The Uchiha was able to vanish from his corporeal state, moving backward with great stride as the fireballs began to rain down from the Goukyakuu No Jutsu. Aimed straight for Mago, it appeared that their speed had increased dramatically. The sheer force of the explosions as they barreled into the ground was enough to make the edifice upon which they stood rumble with loud booms of concussion. He was no longer able to keep up with me; the flames that burned were now beginning to close in on him, a by-product of my will exerted into a physical state. I did not fear the flames, for I had been born among them. I had been gifted with the intensity to tame them.

Even his katana was beginning to appear too hot to hold. As the waves of heat began to lick at our skin, he had no choice but to drop his hold on his weapon. "It appears that you can't hold the sword any longer. I can only wonder what Mago would think of you at this point.." I murmured. The grin that crossed my features was unmistakable. The tiger had cornered his prey, and there was little that could be done to turn the tides of fire that now threatened to consume him. I would claim his life, wrench his soul from his corpse, and toss it to the fire and brimstone that awaited outside this ring of my Fire Missile Barrage's wealth of ferocity.

Once more did I prepare to perform this jutsu. Only a few spheres of flame had erupted from the Grand Fireball. Surely, I would be able to birth more unto my adversary before the day had come to its end. The smell of burning forest reached my nose. Soon, Mago would join the trees that cried out for mercy.

[|Ayame Unbound|]

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[Umehara]

- Additional Post -

Awakened.

My daydreams had come to a sudden halt as I stood within the same forest that I had so thoroughly dreamed up, Mago's presence no more than a figment of my imagination. A voice easily broke my concentration, forcing me to turn around quickly and find the source of it. And what a sight for sore eyes it would be.

"K...Kogaku?"

Disbelief crowded my attempt at making sense of who stood before me. No longer was there a woman who had been bathed in question marks. Nay, this was a goddess who had come to full manifestation in a physical sense. I hadn't noticed that my jaw had fallen slack until she spoke. Quickly, I lifted my hand to my chin in an attempt to feign mild interest. "Hello, yourself. Nice to see you again." I was stricken with inquiry, but I would brush it aside. The jutsu at hand still plagued me, and I hadn't fully mastered every aspect of it. The convenience of her inquiring about a place to train was welcomed. Offering her a nod with a genuine grin, I bowed lightly as a teasing gesture. "You weren't interrupting anything important. Just an irrelevant daydream," he stated.

I made sure that I still faced her, though she was out of the range of the technique that I was about to perform. My palms smacked together as I envisioned the technique I'd been practicing for the last while. Ironically enough, this had been the same jutsu that I had been preparing to use while we were still trapped in the alternate dimension. It hadn't turned out so well then, but it surely would make a difference now that I had had time to gather the mechanics of it. Without another thought, handseals were created so that I might birth the required chakra for the technique. The intensity of my abilities was felt as the fires began to rage within.

I brought my left arm downward as the alternate raised toward my lips. Fingers created a circle as I inhaled rather deeply, the expansion of my lungs almost physically evident as I leaned backward. With a great push of my body forward, I was able to exert even more stress upon the intensity of my jutsu. The brilliant flash of flame that accompanied my breath was rather impressive. The sphere of fire sped forward without regard for that which was in its path. As it began to take control of the air, I had to reach deep within and use a bit of chakra to manipulate its overall circumference.

Thus, I would be able to section off parts of the jutsu as they were required. I could see myself placing my own hand into the diameter of the fire, slicing off parts of the flame and then bringing them into a missile form as they were to crash into the ground. The daydream had been working for the most part - surely enough, multiple missiles of flame began to pour out from the grand fireball and litter the ground in rather big explosions. Into the distance did they go, however, so as not to disturb Kogaku. The winds that kicked up were testament to the concussive force of my Katon Art, my cloak whipping about with great intensity. Before it would settle, the entire landscape had been ridden with fireballs.

Standing straight up, I watched as the grand fireball above dissipated and became nothing more than smoke that filtered into the sky. The flames of the barrage of missiles would eventually die, meaning that I could make my attempt once more in the future.

[|Ayame Unbound|]

Kyuuzou Ryouiki
Rank: C
Skill: Ninjutsu
Effect: Creates a large electrical field around the user, damaging foes.
Special: “Handseals”
Drawback: Using this jutsu more than five times a day may scorch the skin. Does not discriminate between friend or foe.
Description: After performing the required handseals, the user of this jutsu lets electricity cover a certain area around it. Every human, except for the user of this jutsu, in this field, being ten meters per time this jutsu is learned, gets a painful electrical surge launched through their entire body. Not only does the field this jutsu covers expands per time this jutsu is trained in, the damage done to the body also increases.
Limit: Raiton Release. Cloud Village only.

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[Zetsumei]

+20 atsu
+10 ayame

[Umehara]

60.70

There was a bit of surprise on my features as she spoke to me, and I found myself blinking quite a few times in response to her words. "You're more than welcome here. In fact, I'm happy that you're around. I'm still getting used to Otogakure's hospitality.." I confessed. Mayu had been gracious (and cold), but still I had found the transition from Mizu a somewhat smooth one. I nodded in regards to her lightning inquiry. Somewhere betwixt the dimension that we'd been stuck in and now, I had gained a newfound mastery over all that was Raiton. It was the Katon that eluded me, it seemed. But with her here, I could feel my spirits lifting and my morale boosting. It seemed she had a pleasant air about her this time around. Even Burakku had naught to say as I stared just a little too long.

And all too suddenly, it seemed that the cat had got her tongue.

There was something other-worldly about watching Kogaku hunt for words. It was almost as if I would have never believed it had I not been there to witness it. But before I could answer her, her sudden cry of discomfort caused me to almost subconsciously step forward in an attempt to help her. My body didn't register the shock of her technique. "Are you alright, Kogaku?" I inquired. I fought an urge to help her. But she was a soldier. More than able to hold her own, I simply grinned and turned back toward my own devices.

The Fire Element had still not been mastered to its full potential. As I brought my hands toward my chest again, I could already feel the heat rising from within. Passion exuded from my pores as my fingers went into their flurry of handseals. Once completed, it was only a matter of calling on my chakra and lifting the spirit of its ferocity with the flames of relentless sway. The ebb of my life's essence was grand as I brought my hand up to my mouth again. That same ring of fingers was created, before I inhaled oxygen and exhaled a gout of flame that quickly turned into a sphere. The entire area was lit up with brilliant display.

And soon after, I'd siphon off the grand fireball into multiple balls of fire that violently barreled down toward the earth. Ensuring that neither Kogaku or anyone else were in the vicinity, I allowed the projectiles to slam into the gaia and create great pillars of flame that produced explosive results. Even I had to shield my eyes from the power of my technique. Hoping that I hadn't done any further harm to Kogaku, I turned and faced her as her words reached my ears.

Had I been hiding my attraction that well?

"Surely, you jest.." I started, shifting my weight to one side. I searched my thoughts, resolving to let the truth pour out. She had been forthcoming with me. I had to be the same with her.

"Kogaku, you're more than easy on my eyes. You're....well, to be frank....quite beautiful. Akin to nights where the cosmos seem ever closer, and the stars streak across the sky like marbles engulfed in gentle flame. The only thing inappropriate about your lips making contact..." he trailed off.

The flames still burned brightly, almost igniting physically the inner will that emanated from me. I had successfully portioned off more than ten fireballs from my initial burst, I noted. Almost perfectly parallel and falling in pairs, I'd aimed them with such precision that I could only wonder silently if I could have done better.

Still, I had to finish what I'd started.

"....Is that you missed my lips. I enjoy our time together. You take the time to understand this curse that plagues me. None have bothered to share that burden. And for that, it is I who owe YOU thanks."

Since when had Uchiha Atsuhiro become so polite and heartfelt?

[|Ayame Unbound|]

Pure Soul
Rank: "C", "B", "A", "S"
Skill: NinJutsu
Effect: User becomes immune to poison and disease.
Special: ---
Drawback:
Description: The user's soul rejects impurity and they no longer find themselves sick. When the user learns the "C" rank version of this technique they are capable of enduring affects that are harmful along the human body of anything that is common for the certain Region. When the user learns the "B" Rank version of this technique they are capable of enduring affects that are harmful along the human body of anything that is uncommon for the certain region. When the user learns the "A" rank version of this technique they are capable of enduring affects that are harmful along the human body of anything that is rare for the certain region. When the user learns the "S" Rank version of this technique they are capable of enduring affects that are harmful along the human body of anything that is very rare for the certain region.
Limit: Must be a Soulcaster.

[/i] She told herself as the shot worked further and further into her blood stream. Long minutes passed and she felt only the slightest inkling of the drug in her system. She could feel the foreign presence but without any of the negative side effects it was supposed to carry.

With a satisfied nod she took up another vial and drew the substance into a needle once more. She followed the same process, injecting the poison directly into her blood stream. This was the poison of a cricket, designed to make her hear ringing with her ears. After her success with the last poison she did not feel nearly as worried about this one. Indeed she had little reason to be. Time passed and still not the slightest sensation of ringing or anything else reached her ears. A small smile crossed her face as she turned back to her kit and looked for the next item. A small smile crossed her lips as she looked down to the earth, hiding her face from his words.

Wild Dog had an interesting poison. It also required injection which she performed now with the ease of practice. Her arm was beginning to look like a drug addicts with the assortment of holes she was punching in it. This one was said to inspire drowsiness. While she didn’t not feel wide awake she still felt no different from usual. Next she opened a vial with a poison created from pigeons, disgustingly filthy birds. She brought the vial under her nose and inhaled deeply. While it smelled vile she did not have the sudden urge to projectile vomit nor did her eyes begin to water. After having thoroughly tested animal poisons she switched to herbs.

She picked up another vial marked with the name of a grassland herb. She raised it to her nose and inhaled deeply. Said herb was supposed to create numbness and slow mental faculties. After a long period of time of letting the herb take effect she realized there was no effect to be had. Her soul was doing an excellent job of fighting against these invasive items. Another herb vial was splashed across her skin, it was said to be a horrible irritant which in most cases would be bad for her since she had very sensitive skin.

She was all too familiar with the sensation that came with skin irritation. Normally she was so susceptible even grass could draw a reaction from her. Time passed and not even the slightest annoyance piqued her interest. She looked over her pale arm with surprise to see that no redness had crossed over her skin. “Amazing.” She murmured as she stroked the patch of skin. A variety of other herbal items were tested in succession but not one drew a reaction from her. She had never thought her soul was capable of fighting off such palpable things but it did.

He finished his words and she looked up, a blush stained upon her milky skin. Slowly she lifted a hand to her face to feel the heat radiating from it. “I haven’t blushed in nearly two decades.” She murmured, the words not meant for his ears. Carefully she unfolded herself from her tailor’s seat, her heart racing, and emotions whirling. Her mind and body screamed very different things, leading to a certain dizziness within her. Finally she sank into a seated position once more. “It has been a very long time since I found myself attracted to someone.” She said, not meeting his eyes.

Her eye-patch still rested carefully over her discolored eye. “I believe nowadays it is considered allowable for a woman to pursue a man, but I must admit my ignorance as to how that works.” For all she was flustered and taken with emotion she still held on to her peculiar trait of being impossible blunt. She looked up and flashed him a small smile. “Either I need to buy a book or you need to teach me.” She told him.[/font][/ul][/size]

[Zetsumei]

Both Learned.

[Umehara]

Honoo no Wareme (Chasm Of Flame)
Rank: "B"
Skill: NinJutsu
Effect: A technique where the user transfers heat from their hand to the first object it touches to create devastating power.
Special: "Handseals"
Drawback: One major drawback of this technique, is it cannot be used when the user is moving at high speeds, the reason being that the high speed contact with the heat imbued hands actually causes the air itself to ignite, potentially burning the users hands and anything else exposed to the flames, though the jutsu is still usable providing the users body has not been damaged too much by the flames.
Description: After a short series of seals, the user holds their hands up to their mouth and exhales a short breath over their hands, imbuing their hands with incredible heat. This heat is not harmful to the user, but the moment they touch a solid object, the heat from that hand is released, typically melting through the object in question. Naturally the type of material touched will determine the efficacy of the technique, as such while the user could easily incinerate a reasonably large tree with one hand, they would need to expend the heat in both hands to melt through something such as a thick steel door. The name of the technique comes from the first known use of this technique, in which the shinobi pressed both of their hands to the ground in the direction of an advancing group of shinobi, burning right through the ground to a great depth, causing a number of the shinobi to fall in and succumb to the flames within.
Limit: Must learn within the Uchiha Clan. Must have Katon no Jutsu (Fire Release Skill)

0.40

[. Sharingan Stage Three Active]

"They....have books on these matters? Could I buy one..?" he thought out loud. Anotsu's eyes met the ground for moments as he pondered the possibility of being able to learn from text as he had done so many times before. His words were from the heart, and yet they only came when he was at a loss for all else. He silently wondered where his life had gone all these years. And when his left hand brushed along the length of his katana's handle, he suddenly realized that that was exactly where it had been resting. Shameful as it was, he was not one to look to the past for the answers. There was a present that needed to be explored. And here with her, he was beginning to find that the path to he was on seemed to have her paved somewhere on it.

"The pursuit is mutual.." he stated matter-of-factly. "I've lived my life single and alone, to be honest with you. One who sees the world as I do finds that such company can be dangerous. But you possess a certain strength that I can trust. It makes me wonder if you might be the exception."

It was a con of his to weigh situations with analytical prowess. He blinked only once before turning away, the gears within turning and reminding him of the isolation that he had faced for so long as a young Genin. His hands appeared to be fidgety, and thus he would give them something to work on as a result of his Katon mastery at hand. He had heard of the Chasm of Flame technique, performed by those of long ago to decimate entire gatherings of enemies in one go. The basis of it was to transfer a mighty heat to the hand, thereafter extending it in welcome to an adversary. Once the hand made contact, once the epidermis did little more than grace the opponent? They would explode into fire and burn for their folly.

It was exhilarating, to say the least. With a small sigh, he smiled at Kogaku and gave his undivided attention to his chakra pools. New life was pulled from him as he envisioned his hands caught up in the massive surge of heat that was about to propel itself forward. Gathering enough of it within was the first true test. He would use his maw as a conduit of sorts - lining his esophagus with the required chakra, he would slowly come to breathe an intense heat onto his right hand. His very skin lit up with an amber and crimson glow, fire personified in its impersonal state.

Within the distance, he'd see the shade of a figure appearing to materialize before them. A Neko mask adorned his features, the beady holes within the porcelain regarding the Uchiha as he placed a finger to his chin. "....Katon, hmm? I, too, am well-versed in it. The Otokage has sent me to monitor your progress. Not that there's anything wrong, you see. But I am here to assist however I can."

With that, the Sharingan's very predictive abilities would begin their replacement. Handseals were formed afront his very countenance as the AnBu performed the same technique as the Uchiha was preparing. With finesse did he finish the handseals, the tomoe within Anotsu's eyes slowly circling in a clockwise fashion. He, too, would mimic the movements. The birth of flame along his hand was more than evident to one of his capable Doujutsu - it flowed to life seamlessly and meshed with his epidermis, almost like a glove that now covered his hand.

The AnBu would slam a hand into the ground thereafter, the earth about him erupting for a grand distance as he turned with a small grunt. The Uchiha found intrigue in the process, every step torn apart and fed to his memory banks so that he might mimic him in the coming moments. "....To devour the jutsu and regurgitate it in a perfect state.." he murmured.

His fingers lay outstretched so that he might not ruin the surprise of exerting enough flame to cause the chasm to appear. Once he was comfortable with this feeling of great power, he closed his eyes for a moment and envisioned a target in the distance. Nothing more than a humanoid shade of sorts, he quickly lowered his hand toward the ground and pressed it as hard as he could into the gaia below. From a great distance did the Chasm of Flame technique begin to take its place, but it would fall short of glory as the earth merely expelled a great amount of intense heat. Anotsu stood to full height and curled his fingers inward and outward, silently contemplating the effectiveness of his chakra.

He'd begin in just a few moments, though turning toward Kogaku once again. "Sunagakure was good to me at one point. I would have liked to say that I was beginning to make friends. But they say that good things must come to an end. I left all of Suna behind when I believed that there was more for me in this world. As a result, I traveled far and wide to find a new place to call home.." he confessed. He was opening up about a subject that usually he would not. No harm done in telling the only person that understand that you were being inhabited by an Old One.

[|Ayame Unbound|]

Clothing Crafting
Rank: "C", "B", "A", "S"
Skill: Supplementary
Effect: A skill that allows a user to knit their own universal special clothing.
Special: ---
Drawback: ---
Description: A tailor is a person who makes, repairs, or alters clothing professionally, especially suits and men's clothing. Although the term dates to the thirteenth century, tailor took on its modern sense in the late eighteenth century, and now refers to makers of men's and women's suits, coats, trousers, and similar garments, usually of wool, linen, or silk. When first learned the user is able to create "C" Rank clothing. Each rank the user learns they are able to create Clothing of equal rank.
Limit: Must be a Tailor.

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[Umehara]

- Second -

I couldn't help but laugh slightly at her words.

"I hear that an older woman is like a fine wine - only getting better with time." It'd been a confession by many a patron within the taverns I had come to inhabit, their mutual agreement sparking a bit of curiosity in me with every tale. No matter the country or the village, it'd been a universal understanding. I could only wonder if there was any truth in it. The AnBu squadron member gave me a nod as I once again prepared to watch him perform the jutsu. I was able to identify and read his handseals with the mastery of my Sharingan. So easily, in fact, that I could mentally name them off before he'd even gotten to the next one. These eyes were precious.

I mimicked his actions shortly after he'd finished, bringing more chakra into my system and filtering it along my hands. This time, unlike other attempts, the intensity of the heat would be veiled by invisible waves. I'd contained the measure of fire that now coated my epidermis like gloves. Waiting momentarily to ensure that I had stabilized my technique, I turned to the distance and allowed him to maneuver out of the way. "Indeed, I saw....and I can only wonder what you saw in such a man. Hopefully, those same qualities do not reflect on me. At least, those that are negative.." I mused.

The simplicity of the technique had all but been easy to navigate as I brought my hands downward, pressing into the earth below. With great speed did the technique rush forth into the distance. Just as I had willed it, it exploded and caused a lake of flame to be born beneath the surface. The earth split apart, violently forcing all who would be within the vicinity to feel the flames of ambition. Luckily, no such victim would fall this day.

I turned toward Kogaku, admiring her work. "We have a lot in common, Kogaku. And having that knowledge, I have to ask if YOU are sure that you don't mind this. I..." he started. Anotsu's mind wandered to thoughts of Mayu. But all too easily, she'd brushed any intention aside to have an emotional attachment. Not that he was an expert in that area, but he was unsure of what he would want in the future. And paying for another man's mistakes by being denied love and commitment weren't his idea of having anything to look forward to. As such, only time would tell if Kogaku was of a greater opportunity.

Not that he treated them like options. But all the same, his life was never guaranteed tomorrow's sight. He was patient, but he wasn't naive. "....I'm not exactly knowledgeable on how a woman desires to be loved or liked. But if you'll teach me...then I am willing to learn," he finished.

"....If she says yes, Destroyer, then know that we will have issues."

"A risk I'm willing to take..."

[Fui]

Both Learnefied

[|Ayame Unbound|]

Soul Sight
Rank: "D"
Skill: NinJutsu
Effect: A Soulcaster can see the auras of others.
Special: ---
Drawback: ---
Description: User isn't able to see the alignments of people but can indicate an emotional state, such as anger, depression, or love. Using this ability, Soulcaster can see other Soulcasters. This technique however does not allow the user to see in the dark, nor see through invisibility techniques. The sight mostly comes in colors. Different emotions emit different colors. (What colors the user sees is by their own choice OOC)
Limit: Must be a Soulcaster.

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[Umehara]

Soul Sight
Rank: "D"
Skill: NinJutsu
Effect: A Soulcaster can see the auras of others.
Special: ---
Drawback: ---
Description: User isn't able to see the alignments of people but can indicate an emotional state, such as anger, depression, or love. Using this ability, Soulcaster can see other Soulcasters. This technique however does not allow the user to see in the dark, nor see through invisibility techniques. The sight mostly comes in colors. Different emotions emit different colors. (What colors the user sees is by their own choice OOC)
Limit: Must be a Soulcaster.

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All sense of thought had left him.

The feeling was subtle at first. One that he couldn't quite describe as he felt Kogaku's touch making course along his skin. A trail of heat lay soothingly in its wake, thereafter forcibly replaced by a chill that caused him to shudder almost noticeably. Anotsu had never had his space invaded so personally, his first reaction laying in stepping away to measure the situation. But no - it was exactly what he thought it was...

Affection.

He swallowed hard as his eyes met Kogaku's own, suspended in animation before a certain resonance called out to him. His soul had begun to stir, and thus he would have to answer to the disturbance that ran rampant through his senses. With but a few motions of his arm, the world around him would begin to descend into a spectrum that he had not recognized before. Was this also an ability of the Soul Caster? His eyes took a while to adjust to the lights that penetrated his vision, a plethora of shades that lit up or dimmed as he kept his undivided attention on the woman standing before him. "I...I want to learn..." he started. It was strange: out of all else, her vessel seemed to be illuminated the most.

So she, too, had the ability to apply her Soul Caster's ability into a personal state with which to attack and deliver information. Every inch of her was covered in a scarlet red, though it was not reminiscent of blood. It wasn't reminiscent of anger or anxiety. This color, this pulsing color, was to signify desire. He subconsciously leaned into her touch, his eyelids fluttering but for moments before he opened them just enough to take in the beauty of her features once more. Such intimate and private thoughts that crashed like waves did nothing to hinder his movements, and before he knew it...

His own body was glowing scarlet, as well.

The AnBu member had left minutes ago, and he hadn't even been able to tell. He only saw Kogaku, and it was only the two of them among her companions there in the forestry. Anotsu's instinct began to replace his desire to live, his desire to know about all that surrounded him. He was only interested in this evolving Soul Caster ability. Thus, his next action would be twofold. "...I want to learn how to kiss you.." he muttered. But somewhere between kinetic energy and leaning into her, he'd already found the instructions and mastered the manual. Anotsu's arm wrapped around Kogaku's waist with mild commanding grip as he placed her back lightly against a nearby tree, capturing her lips with his own.

Before his eyes fell closed, he could see the various auras that poured forth from the wildlife. Was Kogaku's aura going to grow stronger with him satisfying his carnal intent? There was little time to ponder it. Even his soul was enticed by the action, slowly engulfing them and giving the Uchiha more insight to the feelings and emotions that he had thought unrealized and altogether non-existent. If she would let him, then he would continue in his endeavor to celebrate his first kiss with equally celebratory passion. He'd even moan lightly against their embrace, pressing the line of his body to hers.

"What are you doing!? DESTROYER!!" he heard. A sudden headache began to pound along his cranium, and yet he would ignore the surges of pain that attempted to claim him as Burakku thrashed about against his restraints. "Damn you, Kogaku! Damn your seductions!!" If the dragon himself had a color, then surely it would have been a strobing obsidian to reflect the rage that emanated from him. But for the first time, Uchiha Atsuhiro had felt what it was like to be wanted....to be desired....to be filled.

...He would have continued kissing her had he not realized the need for breath.

Slowly but surely, he'd leave her soft twins and withdraw in his ministrations. His chest heaved lightly as his heart pounded against his chest. Opening his eyes, the scarlet had not bothered to subside. It simply entangled with his own, accompanied by the pristine white light of truth that he felt coming from her. Sincere eyes watched for a reaction as his lips parted..

He laughed lightly..

"I'm sorry. I...you were my first..." he whispered..