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Training for War - The exceedingly long topic (Hopefully)

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Training for War - The exceedingly long topic (Hopefully)

Post by Paksennarion on Wed Feb 11, 2009 8:07 pm

Paks walked calmly towards her normal training area, her gait steady and controlled. There had been a strange, almost surreal lull in battle the past few days. Paks hadn't had a mission for two full days, which in and of itself was an impressive feat. But it was also unnerving. Was something going on? Why the pause in battle? They needed to eradicate the Konoha shinobi before they had a chance to regroup. In any event, the temporary peace left Paks feeling caged, and tense. The slight calm, as calm as any hidden Village in the midst of a war could get, was so foreign to one who was used to hair trigger battles.

That was why she had wanted to learn one more jutsu, in the event that she would need all the jutsu no one had seen her use yet. That a fight would come up, soon if her instincts were to be trusted, and it would take her all just to survive it. She felt a strange urge to train, harder than she usually did. To push herself to the breaking point, past her limit until that limit stretched and grew, until she was stronger.

That was why, Paks had wandered over to the training area once again. Ready to work on one last jutsu, one which would hopefully help her in case there was an altercation she couldn’t deal with. She was no naive fool, they were in a war. She'd seen the bodies, killed her fair share of them. The next one could just as easily be her. And Paks was not yet ready to die. There were things she wanted to do, however small they were. Things left undone, hopes she wanted to achieve when this whole ordeal was over. She had to survive, no matter what.

With that intent, Paks had spent several hours in the library researching defensive techniques. She had a few of her own, but nothing that was really strong. And, after many tedious hours spent pouring over scrolls and through books, Paks had managed to find the perfect jutsu. It was subtle, and yet still strong enough to be a lot of help and useful as a last resort. She had spent some time searching in case she found a better jutsu, but had given up after a few hours and settled on that one, rather satisfied.

Looking up, Paks stilled her feet and took a deep breath. Inhaling the clean air and the scent of green leaves and dirt that exuded from the area. Bringing her hands together, Paks slowly began to form the appropriate seals, gleaned from several passages in an old tome. There were only a few hand signs, not enough to make the jutsu bulky by any means. Manipulating her hands meticulously, while simultaneously calling on her normal chakra and channeling it appropriately, Paks began to attempt the jutsu.

She had stopped a foot or so away from one of the trees, leaving just enough space behind her body so that she would have to tilt only the smallest bit in order to touch the tree trunk behind her. Once she had finished the string of seals, and summoned her chakra accordingly, Paks did just so. Tilting backwards so that she rested the back of her body against the tree trunk, Paks finished the seals.

At first, all she could feel was the cool wood against her legs, and her hair catching on the small rivets in the old bark. She had time to wonder if she had failed or not, before with a startled jerk, she began to slid backwards, as if there was not a solid tree propping her up. It was an extremely unsettling feeling, and Paks lost her control over the chakra, her iron grip loosening allowing the chakra to escape. With a sudden movement, Paks felt herself fall backwards, passing through the tree as if it was air and not a solid.

She hit the ground hard, unable to even slightly steel her body against the unexpected impact. Jarring her shoulder against a nearby rock, and narrowly missing bludgeoning her head against another tree trunk, Paks lay on the ground for a moment. Breathing deeply the scent of dirt and loam, she tried to calm her tense body. Adrenaline was coursing through her veins, at the totally unforeseen events and her breath came in short gasps.

Paks jerkily got to her feet, calming down slightly and mentally willing her bodies workings to do the same. Stilling her fluttering heart, Paks berated herself heavily. A failed jutsu should not be so surprising, and even so, she should have been able to control her reaction. Paks was just glad that no one had seen her astonishment. Coloring slightly, while reminding herself that she was supposed to be of a higher caliber now, Paks dusted her clothing off and walked back around the tree. Determined to attempt the jutsu again.

She turned her head, glancing back at the tree and gauging her distance. Taking a small step backwards, Paks deemed herself in the right place, before looking down at her hands. Her hand blurring through the seals, and her chakra steadily growing, Paks leaned backwards. Her back touched the tree just as her fingers finished forming the last seal.

This time, she was prepared for the unsettling feeling as her body phased through what should be a solid object. Ignoring the suddenly freezing grasp on her flesh, Paks firmly held control over her chakra. When the jutsu did not go out of control, she leaned back farther, the icy feeling spreading. As if fingers of ice were scuttling along her skin, and grabbing at the molecules that made up her body. Withholding a shudder, Paks felt the back of her head slid through the tree bark, slowly easing more and more of herself backwards.

Within minutes, she had totally merged with the tree. It was strange, she could still feel her limbs, as if she was still a human body. And yet she could also feel the tree limbs, leaves swaying in the wind and roots digging deep down into the dark soil. With a conscious effort, Paks eased herself forward, sliding her body bit by bit out of the tree. It was almost creepy, thinking about what she was trying to do, so Paks shoved those thoughts to the back of her head, because it was creepier still thinking about what would happen if she failed to separate herself from the tree.

After getting free, Paks applied herself to repeating the jutsu until she was at ease with it.

~ Learned Souton: Leech All Creation: Attack Prevention Technique

Spoiler:
Name: Souton : Leech All Creation: Attack Prevention Technique
Rank: B
Range: -
Jutsu Type: Ninjutsu
Description: Using this jutsu, the user can merge with another object and take on its properties to avoid any damage. In the manga, Orochimaru uses this to merge with a tree just before his battle with his former student, Anko Mitarashi. He, however, does not give it a name. Oro uses his advanced phasing element to pull off this attack as he literally becomes one with his surroundings.

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Sometimes the worst evil is done by good people who do not know that they are not good.

Your shouting voice is interrupted
My unforgivable sins go on...
Your heart, your arms, your voice...everything
I hold you who I love too much, until we love each other, until we go crazy
Over and over I destroyed...

Glomp. Stab. Face palm.
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Tertiary Skill - Day 1

Post by Paksennarion on Wed Feb 11, 2009 9:23 pm

Paks dusted herself off, and looked around the clearing. It was relatively hard to find such a heavily wooded area in Iwagakure. It had taken Paks some serious searching, but now that she had found it, she was always glad. It allowed her to train in a secluded area, but also in a place reminiscent of the terrain near Konoha where most of the skirmishes took place. Just looking at the woods caused Paks to envision old clashes. She’d been in so many fights in woods just like this.

Shaking the flashes of past images from her head, Paks pulled herself back to focus. She was here to train, nor reminisce. Lately, she had been getting into more and more physical altercations. Ones where her usual long ranged attacks hadn’t been as useful nor as potent. Paks had never been extremely good at hand to hand combat. She was passable, and could hold her own against the lower tiered Jounin, however at a time like this, that wasn’t good enough. She wouldn’t just be fighting the lower tiered Jounin. That was why, Paks had promised herself to work on her physical combat skills. So that she would know later on, when the time came, that she could rely on her own body for more than just throwing well aimed senbon.

Now that she had this free time, it seemed a perfect time to start working on that particular weak spot. Even so, with all the justification Paks could muster, she wasn’t exactly sure how to start this process. She’d never trained in a conventional sense, having not gone to the Academy as a child. At home, her Father had expected her to learn through observation. All of that built up to an incomplete base for Taijutsu. It wasn’t that she had no physical aptitude, merely that all of her movements and practice kata’s were more acrobatic in nature.

She had taken the time to “practice” her stealth skills in areas where she could oversee others working on Taijutsu, and had gleaned from that some knowledge. With that, Paks began to stretch. She knew that before physical exercise it was best to warm up. Although many a time it was purely adrenaline that Paks ran on before fights. Slowly she went through several rote stretches. Touching her toes, bending backwards to touch the ground, and other such limbering movements.

Tilting forward, she held herself up on her hands. At first she wobbled, but soon her muscles remembered what to do in these situations, and she was able to hold herself up straight. The first few steps were treacherous, and she took them carefully. Soon her arms were burning lightly, and blood was rushing to her head making it ache dully. She took one last step forward, and the proceeded to take the same amount of steps, backwards. After that slightly more tricky maneuver, Paks tilted her legs backwards, letting gravity pull her down as she flipped to her feet. Tossing herself back again, Paks flipped touching the ground on her palms. She took a few steps forward, before tilting forward and flipping to her feet that way. She soon progressed to flipping twice in the air before landing, and holding herself up with one palm, or landing on one foot.

Her sense of time was soon lost, as she immersed herself in the familiar feel of straining muscles and the rhythm of her kata. Spinning around on one hand, Paks dropped to the ground and tucked her body in, rolling a few feet away before springing to her feet. With a deft twist, she was back on her hands, and soon flowing through another handspring. Two more handsprings afterwards, she was on her feet again, twisting off to the left and throwing herself forward into a combat roll.

Soon she was breathing heavily, and wiping sweat off her forehead. But Paks pushed on, trying to find the limits to her flexibility and dexterity. The only sound in the area was the rustling of leaves, her heavy breathing, and the ‘pat’ ‘pat’ sounds of her body making impact with the ground. Nagi had long ago fallen into a doze as she sunned herself on a nearby rock.

Coming to a stop, Paks pushed down with her arms, and flipped backwards, twisting so that she landed on her feet. She shifted her long shirt, tugging it back down from where it had become unsettled, and brushed the wisps of hair back behind her ear from where they had come loose. She had to move quickly to stop an errant senbon from sliding free of her hair, and deftly tucked it back in its proper place. Paks leaned against a nearby tree and slowly caught her breath. She wasn’t as fast as she would like, but Paks was pleased to see her flexibility hadn’t lessened.

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Sometimes the worst evil is done by good people who do not know that they are not good.

Your shouting voice is interrupted
My unforgivable sins go on...
Your heart, your arms, your voice...everything
I hold you who I love too much, until we love each other, until we go crazy
Over and over I destroyed...

Glomp. Stab. Face palm.
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Re: Training for War - The exceedingly long topic (Hopefully)

Post by Paksennarion on Thu Feb 12, 2009 6:25 pm

Paks returned to the clearing to work on another jutsu. She closed her eyes and began to draw herself into a calmer state. Breathing deeply inward, Paks held that breath for seven seconds and then exhaled, waiting seven more seconds until she inhaled. Repeating the pattern, Paks felt her body relax, as she meditated the adrenaline from the fight away. Slowly, piece by piece, her muscles unclenched and her mental state changed from wary and high-strung to focused and calm.

Reaching deep within herself, Paks located her chakra core. The resplendent blaze of her energy was almost blinding in her metaphysical sight. Paks watched the chakra swirl for a moment, little pieces breaking off to flow throughout her body, just as her heart pumped blood into her limbs. The lightening that covered her chakra core sizzled and leapt from point to point mischievously. The hair on the back of Paks’ neck rose on end, as she reached for the lightening chakra, her whole concentration focused on one thing, and one thing only.

She heard the hum, as lightening crackled and grew, being born within her body. Existing within her body. It traveled along the same pathways as her blood did, surging with each thump her heart made, growing with every contraction. The lightening was inside her, and she was the lightening. Immersing her conscious mind within the stream of power, Paks thought only of the lightening that coursed through her veins, the chakra her body fed on.

Slowly, carefully, she pulled herself away from the stream of chakra, conscious thoughts finally began to filter through her mind again, tempered by logic and intelligence, and the strange sense of primal, base feelings and thoughts, the feeling of wholeness and connectedness, of a simple-ness wholly unreachable by normal means receded. It was still there, in the back of her mind, but her sentient, intelligent mind was in the fore-front. She could reach out and touch the feelings of light heat strike move, touch the feelings of lightening. Her body tingling, as if small bolts of electricity ran throughout her bloodstream, and she felt strangely clearheaded.

This time, when she reached for her lightening chakra, it flowed willingly into her control as she formed hand seals. Remembering what Raiden-sama had told her to do, she constructed wings on her back. Calling up the past anatomy classes from the Academy, Paks remembered the structure of bird wings, and how the bones were hollow. Carefully, Paks made the bones of her wings first, recreating them in the image of her remembered textbook pictures. The lightening sizzled, and formed the image she imagined eagerly, as if it took pleasure in this strange request Paks made. Once the bones had formed, Paks covered them with a sheet of lightening, making minute changes and small changes until her wings appeared as replicas of her intent.

The wings were smaller than the ones she'd seen on the person she was basing the jutsu off of, mostly because of the difference in stature, but they also appeared daintier and less flashy. Paks had constructed the wings for evasive action, keeping them simple. Slowly, Paks moved the appendages, a light dust floating into the air as she spread her wings out to their full wingspan, spending a few moments getting used to the manipulations required to move the wings.

With a quick motion, her wings flapped and Paks rose a few shaky feet into the air. She hovered for a second or two, before pushing her wings through the air and rising. Carefully, aware of the large drop between herself and the ground were she to lose control, Paks began to test out her limits and boundaries within the realm this jutsu opened to her.

Flying slowly, Paks attempted several maneuvers, testing her new reflexes and speed. This jutsu would be no help if she didn’t know how to bank her self, and exactly how quickly her body would respond. Paks narrowed her eyes, determined to work with this jutsu until she knew the ins and outs of each minute motion she could make, because if she mastered this jutsu, she would have a whole new avenue to use. From the air, many new things were now options, many of her old plans could now be improved upon or changed totally. Banking her wings, she came to an abrupt stop and hovered in the air. Slowly descending, Paks landed with a small thud and a puff of unsettled dirt.

~ Tsubasa Raiden ~ Learned

Spoiler:
Name: Tsubasa Raiden- Wings of thunder
Range: Far (10m+)
Rank: B
Skill: Ninjutsu
Element: Raiton
Description: Utilizing the lightning element Raiden will form a set of hand seals and then channel his his raiton chakra through his body and then on his back a pair of angelic wings will appear. They will function as real wings would and will have lightning surging through them. The wings can also be used for defensive purposes such as protecting the user from harm.


Last edited by Paksennarion on Fri Feb 13, 2009 4:01 pm; edited 1 time in total

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Sometimes the worst evil is done by good people who do not know that they are not good.

Your shouting voice is interrupted
My unforgivable sins go on...
Your heart, your arms, your voice...everything
I hold you who I love too much, until we love each other, until we go crazy
Over and over I destroyed...

Glomp. Stab. Face palm.
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Tertiary Skill - Day 2

Post by Paksennarion on Thu Feb 12, 2009 7:09 pm

Paks began a normal Taijutsu kata. She spread her feet apart slightly, the right foot tilted slightly inward. Bringing her arm up in a smooth movement, she slid her arm outwards, cutting through the air lightly. Shifting her left foot, Paks took a step forward and adjusted her hand so that the palm was facing outwards. This time she lifted her other hand, moving it in a circular movement that was supposed to dip just under an enemies guard to tap their chest.

Sliding her feet forward, Paks continued advancing smoothly. Her arms sliced through the air, sweeping motions and carefully calculated palm strikes making up most of the movements. Ducking slightly, Paks increased the speed for a moment, jabbing her left arm forward in a supposedly unexpected attack which would snap the enemies head backwards. She followed up with another quick strike, this time towards the unprotected neck of her imaginary enemy.

Paks didn’t let up, she followed through with another attack towards the enemy that would have been stumbling backwards by now. Snapping her right leg out, she dropped low and preformed a sweeping action with the intent of knocking her opponent down. Suddenly Paks whirled, striking out at an increasingly faster pace towards another unseen enemy. While it was rather strange to practice like this, with no feeling when she imagined a hit, it was better practice than none. It also helped with predicting movements, Paks continued to assess and think, making logical assumptions as to how an enemy would move when attacked in such a way.

Thrusting her palm out, where it would connect with her opponents chest and send them flying back to crash into a large tree, Paks swiveled again. Her leg flashing up to kick an enemy back. Lunging, Paks drove her open palm into the enemies thigh. The force behind her attack would drive the opponent to their knees, and Paks followed up with a snap kick to the head. She jumped over the slumped body, throwing the force of her momentum into an attack. Bringing her arm up, Paks steeled herself as if she was catching an enemy across the throat with the motion.

She quickly stepped to the side, bringing her knee up to jab them in the back before dancing farther to the side. Her hand glided smoothly, connecting with the lower side of her enemy before retracting. Lifting her other arm quickly, Paks brought her elbow down harshly on a shoulder blade. Pulling back, she kicked the back of their knees, knocking their feet out from under them while following up with a sharp jab to the base of their skull.

Paks paused for a moment, panting slightly. She wiped her forehead, while gaining control of her breathing. She could feel the blood rushing through her veins and bounding through her head, it was a euphoric feeling, but also somewhat of a warning. At times, while hyped up on adrenaline, the body didn’t think as logically. Paks had trained to ignore this, to have such control over her body that her mind stayed clear no matter what. However, she was always wary of the feeling.

Slowly, Paks began to stretch and cool off. She went through some of her simpler acrobatic maneuvers, finding them easier than this straight hand to hand stuff. Perhaps tomorrow she would make a clone to practice with. The trouble was, all of her clones tended to have nasty effects when they were hit. Musing on that, Paks finished up her exercises. Satisfied with her progress so far, Paks decided to call it quits for the day and go check on her teammates.

_________________

Sometimes the worst evil is done by good people who do not know that they are not good.

Your shouting voice is interrupted
My unforgivable sins go on...
Your heart, your arms, your voice...everything
I hold you who I love too much, until we love each other, until we go crazy
Over and over I destroyed...

Glomp. Stab. Face palm.
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Re: Training for War - The exceedingly long topic (Hopefully)

Post by Paksennarion on Fri Feb 13, 2009 5:51 am

Paks began working on another jutsu. She had recently been in a battle with an Uchiha member and along with his strange Doujutsu techniques, he'd shown an interesting skill with Katon jutsu. Paks had known she had Katon natured chakra, but she'd never tried to learn a jutsu in that area. After that recent battle, and the burns she'd received from it, Paks had changed her mind and decided to learn one of the simpler Katon jutsu she could her information on.

Flexing her fingers in front of her, Paks removed her focus from her recollections, and instead focused on herself. Her fingers flashed through the familiar seals. Paks straightened her wrists, clasping all of her fingers together forming one of the easiest seals in her opinion. “Mi.” She gripped one hand into a fist, and held it up in front of her chest, with the thumb sticking up towards the sky and facing her body. Then she moved her other hand, sliding the pinky finger and ring finger over the middle of the first hand. Her middle finger and pointer finger were held straight up, while her thumb curled down to help support her other thumb. “Hitsuji.”

Twisting her hands the opposite way, Paks held her fingers out straight. Clasping her hands together, palms touching palms, Paks slid her thumb in between the other hands pinky finger and ring finger. She did so with both hands. “Saru.” Paks untangled her fingers, quickly flowing into the next hand sign. She curled both fingers in, positioning her thumbs so that they touched the first joints in her fingers, extending past that into air. Then she twisted her arms, so that the bottoms of her arms were facing up, and her hands were pressed together, much as they would be if she pressed them palm to palm. “I.”

Pulling her hands apart Paks went on. She swiftly tucked her pinky, ring and middle finger in on both her hands, sliding her knuckles in between each other like a zipper. Then she lifted her pointer fingers, and pushed the tips together, forming the top half of a triangle. Her thumbs curved down, the tips pressing against the bases of her pointer fingers. “Uma.”

Ready for the next seal Paks brought her hands together, palms flush with her pointer fingers sticking up towards the ceiling and pushed together. Her middle, ring, and pinky fingers were meshed together, laying on the back of the hand opposite them, sort of like a zipper. Her thumbs were mimicking her pointer fingers, flush together and pointing up. "Tora."

While her fingers moved, Paks reached deep inside herself for flames. She had to wade past the lightening, and grab normal chakra, twirling it about until it began to lick and sputter like real fire. She mentally willed the flames to stay put, to gather in her stomach and not wander off. Paks continued, creating more and more fire natured chakra, until her chest felt tight with the energy. Finishing her seals, Paks lifted her hands to her mouth, and exhaled hard. Finally finding a way out, a path to follow, the flames raced upwards through her throat and out of her mouth. They were unwieldy, hot and bright with too much life, and uncurbed, soon sputtering out.

Paks watched with narrowed eyes as the flames broke off, and died out. She glanced down at her fingers, where enthusiastic chakra had licked and lightly burned the digits. Running through the seals again, Paks let her focus narrow, tightening her tenacious control on her chakra. It would listen to her, even if in the beginning it fought. Soon enough the chakra would come at her beck and call, and when that time came, Paks would feel no remorse for the time spent taming it.

She ran through the seals, Mi, Hitsuju, Saru, I, Uma, Tora, almost without thought, the seals so familiar to her fingers, the positions so innate, that it took only a split second’s remembrance to set her fingers moving. Closing her eyes, Paks grabbed at her chakra, pushing past the lightening without even trying to move it away. She merely ignored it like the unimportant thing it was at the moment. Like a chided child, the lightening sparked but kept out of the way. Grabbing onto her normal chakra tightly, Paks imagined just glaring at it, expecting the chakra to react upon that alone. Of course, Paks had a lot of practice glaring things into submission, and the thought was really all that mattered. Her chakra was soon dancing, flames licking non-existent air in a more organized way than before. Flames innately were unwieldy, and uncontrollably. Laws didn’t apply to them. Paks surrounded them in her will, forcing them to stop, and listen, and obey.

She calmly collected the chakra in her chest, feeling a warm heat start just under her collar bone. She waited until she felt like her chest would explode from all the condensed heat and for her fingers to finish their seals, before she brought her hands up, and breathed out. Fire following the path her breath created.

This time, the outcome was different. Instead of the wild blaze, the flames shaped an orderly sphere. They went where she commanded them to go. And they did so without complaint. It wasn’t as large as the ones she had seen Uchiha's form, but it also wasn’t all that small either. The flames lasted for a few moments longer than her breath had, lingering in the air and keeping to formation before slowly dying down.

When Paks let her hand drop, she noted that the burns from earlier were the only burns on her fingers now. She practiced the technique several more times, until she was sure the chakra would hearken to her intent.

~ Goukakyuu no Jutsu ~ Learned

Spoiler:
Goukakyuu no Jutsu - Great Fireball Technique
Rank: C
Range: Close (0m ~ 5m)
Type: Attack
Katon Goukakyuu no Jutsu is a Ninjutsu technique utilizing the Fire Element. The ninja does the necessary hand seals, draws chakra from their mouth into their chest and them immediately exhales it. They then blow a stream of fire which erupts into a large sphere of flames. To better manage the flames the ninja will bring their hand to their mouth to control it.

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Sometimes the worst evil is done by good people who do not know that they are not good.

Your shouting voice is interrupted
My unforgivable sins go on...
Your heart, your arms, your voice...everything
I hold you who I love too much, until we love each other, until we go crazy
Over and over I destroyed...

Glomp. Stab. Face palm.
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Re: Training for War - The exceedingly long topic (Hopefully)

Post by Paksennarion on Fri Feb 13, 2009 4:20 pm

Paks shook out her limbs, before beginning to work on another jutsu. She had been planning to learn this particular one for a while now, and just didn't have the right time. A while back, Paks had placed a summoning seal on her arm to help with her Kuchiyose no Jutsu. However, there was more than just that that she could use the seal for. With that intention, she bit her thumb and slid the bloody finger down her arm pushing chakra into the seal as she did so. It glowed for a moment, a dull white-ish color, before dying out.

Paks tried again, summoning twice as much chakra as before into her seal. It glew brightly, maintaining that glow for several seconds before dying out. Paks tried again, using the same amount of chakra and envisioning her chakra filling all the black space her seal had. The glow lasted for a few moments longer than previously. Paks continued her practice, slowly increasing the amount of chakra spent.

Paks shook her arm out, it had started to burn slightly from concentrating so much chakra into it in such a short while. Paks slid her thumb down the seal once again, finding herself traveling over the straight line of the scar on the inside of her arm. She pushed chakra into the seal, activating it and watching as if burned brightly. For once it maintained the glowing state, fed by so much chakra it couldn’t undo itself.

There was a weird moment, where Paks could feel all of the hair on her arms and the back of her neck stand on end, and the air around her heated up. A small pop, and the feeling of air rushing by as it was displaced within a second. Her arm sunk under the unexpected weight of a large snake. It was curled around her arm, squeezing with just enough force to show its power, with its head dangling near her wrist. Slowly the large green snake opened its mouth and tongued the air. Tasting all the nearby scents. Its heavy head turned to look her in the eyes, gold pupils flashing.

Paks returned the look blasély, widening her eyes ever so slightly and tilting her head so that the sunlight glinted off the red on her cheeks, a subtle warning. The snake seemed to heed it, and Paks could tell through the muscles on her hand that it made no attempt to spring at her. It swung its head back and forth to look at their surroundings before focusing back on Paks, locking eyes with her again.

“Who are you?” Its voice was harsh, abrasive and male, full of arrogant pride, although Paks was sure the pride wasn’t unwarranted.

“Kuchinawa Paksennarion,” she sketched the smallest bow possible, showing him that she could be polite but she wasn’t subservient. He got her point, as judged by the way his eyes flashed and he opened his mouth to show an impressive pair of fangs. Paks deduced that he was judging her, and wasn’t about to say anything on his own, so she went on. “I summoned you. Which means you’re mine to command,” she said this with all the nonchalant tone as before, but also with an edge of authority, baring her own fangs at the end.

The snake reared up, holding his heavy head up with impressive muscles. He looked to be offended. Before he could move to attack Paks for being insolent, she lunged forward warned by the tensing of his muscles. Quickly grabbing the snake just before the head, she flicked the rest of him off her arm and drew one of her senbon, holding it near his eye.

Leaning forward, she whispered softly in his ear, “I’m not as weak as for something like you to be able to attack me. You should remember that not all humans are without fangs, and some of us even have rather poisonous ones,” Paks shifted the senbon just enough for the sunlight to glint off the greenish sheen of her poison that coated it.

The snake had been straining against her grip, but stopped when she pulled the senbon. He hissed in the back of his throat, flicking his tongue out in an agitated manner.

“Ssso? What do you want then?” He asked, his voice full of spite and anger, but his eyes were still locked on the senbon perilously close to one of the only relatively unguarded spots on his body. Paks grinned predatorily, showing of her fangs again. She didn’t move the senbon, nor did she loosen her grip on the snake. Not trusting him at all, she still wasn’t satisfied that he was sufficiently cowed.

“I would have you come when I summon and help me in battle,” Paks slowly explained to the snake what she wanted it to do. She made sure to emphasize speed over anything else. She had to threaten the snake several more times before he actually listened, but in the end he did. Once she was done she asked if he understood.

“Yesss… And I get to bite people?” he moved his head from side to side, as she released it. His tongue flickered out and slipped back into his mouth excitedly. Paks blinked. Was he really so simple minded as to only worry about biting people? Or was there a different intent behind the overly enthusiastic query.

“Yes, you do. So long as you complete your purpose, you can bite my enemies,” she told him, wondering what she was getting herself into.

The snake nodded, cruel pleasure entering his eyes. Paks held back an instinctive shudder. “Go now, I’ll re-summon you and we’ll see if everything works out,” she ordered sternly to cover up her apprehension. The snake nodded again and disappeared.

Her arm felt curiously light, almost like air, without the heavy weight of the snake on it. Paks ignored the strange sensation and walked over to a nearby tree. She held her arm out and called chakra to it, making the seal glow brightly. There was a poof of smoke and a flash of movement, all green scales and rushing wind.

Paks looked towards the tree to see two snakes curled around it, both with their teeth sunk into two of the major branches. The one from before broke through the branch and turned to look at Paks, hissing victoriously. “Sssee? We can do it, so let us bite people? Yesss?”

Paks blinked, but quickly recovered her composure. “I will if I feel like it. Return from whence you came, now.” Again her tone was full of authority, and the snakes bared their fangs but disappeared.

~ Learned Sen'eijashu ~ More then 10 real paragraphs

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Re: Training for War - The exceedingly long topic (Hopefully)

Post by Paksennarion on Thu Feb 19, 2009 11:48 am

Paks arrived at her hidden copse. She hadn't wanted to return home quite yet, and that recent fight had left her feeling antsy. She hadn't gotten to do anything really physical, and yet still, Paks felt inadequate. As if she hadn't prepared enough in the past few days. So, she decided to train for a while, just to have something physical to do while she waited for the missions to start back up.

Paks vaguely remembered hearing of an interesting jutsu once, back when she had wandered the halls of the Clan compound. Ninpou: Doku Kiri was a jutsu that would allow the user to turn their chakra into a poisonous gas which they could then expel from their mouth. From recent fights, Paks had learned the merits of jutsu that come from random places such as that, but she had also learned that it was hard to poison someone if they merely kept dodging her senbon. If she only had one means of actually poisoning them, well, soon she would run out of options.

Paks had spent some time researching the jutsu, learning of how exactly it worked. She was not about to experiment with something like that, where a mistake could flood her body with a foreign poison. In any case, she was pretty sure she had learned the theoretical information she could get on this jutsu. That just left actually attempting it. Since Paks had free time, she decided that there was nothing better to do really.

Fundamentally, her body was already flooded with various poisons. All the toxins she had given herself immunity to, the acidic state of her own blood. But, she had never attempted to try and turn something inside her into poison. It was always the other way around, she would put something poisonous inside herself. In this case, it appeared to be one of the amazing versatile things chakra could achieve. She wasn’t creating a poison through her body really, she was just channeling chakra and morphing it into poisonous gas.

Which was both harder and easier than she would have liked. Sinking deep into her subconscious, closing her eyes and focusing only on her internal structure, Paks quickly found the blazing power of her chakra core. The lightening that so often shrouded the almost orb-like shaped collection of chakra jumped away as she came near, letting her easily get to her normal chakra. Paks noted that a few tendrils of chakra had begun to form flame like shapes and attributes. Good. That would make things easier in the future.

But at the moment she needed normal undiluted chakra, not either of her two elements. Pinching chakra between her metaphysical hands, Paks drew it away from her core and up to her lungs, traveling along her bloodstream. The chakra filled her lungs, and Paks had to suppress a fit of coughs due to the sudden burning sensation, as it was she was hard-pressed to remain focused entirely on her task.

With her chakra pooling inside her lungs, Paks started the tedious task of transforming the energy into a physical thing. First she inhaled, dragging air into her lungs. Then she formed the needed seals, and tried to make a detailed mental picture of what she wanted. Usually that was enough in situations such as these, chakra followed what commands you gave it even if they were vague. She imagined the air like quality of gas, how it was not a solid but merely particles. The way gas moved, how it would flow when put out in the wind.

Once her chakra began taking on those qualities, filling her lungs with particles, Paks turned to the next half of the jutsu. She began to utilize all of her knowledge of poisons, tweaking the makeup of the particles until they began to match the only airborne poison she had ever created. It took awhile, and Paks had to pay infinite attention to very small details, working on the molecular level. In situations such as these, Paks was always glad that she had a strong mind, so that little details never escaped her notice.

Then Paks began to twirl the air and the poisonous particles of gas inside her lungs, mixing them together vigorously until she couldn’t tell where one started and the other ended. Or which particle was which, they had melded together so well. Satisfied, Paks twirled them around for one more rotation just to be sure. She had to get this part perfect or else the whole jutsu would fail.

Finally, she was done. Paks could feel the tightness of her lungs, akin to what she felt when she had gathered katon chakra there for use in Goukakyuu no Jutsu. Believing that the next part should be close to the execution of said jutsu, Paks waited until the feeling was exactly the same. So far, she was glad that the poison hadn’t escaped her control, or effected her body through her lungs. Perhaps it was the chakra that ensure that? As the tightness escalated, coalescing until she exhaled, the chakra/poisonous gas following her breath as if it was a trailblazer.

Purple gas streamed from her mouth, hanging in front of Paks like a cloud. It was denser than she had expected, Paks could push her hand through the collected gas and it wouldn’t float away. Paks waited several minutes, wanting to test how long the gas would stay there for. Knowing that factor would be important for any fight she used it in. The poison gas slowly filtered away, as she stood there watching.

Once it was totally gone, Paks decided to test something else. She took in a deep breath, and formed the needed hand signs. It was much easier this time to manipulate her chakra into the form she desired, swirling it around with the oxygen in her lungs. As the pressure build up, Paks exhaled, expelling the poison gas from her body. However, as she was doing so, Paks also turned, the poison collecting all around her instead of just in front of her.

Paks nodded in satisfaction, hidden from outside view had there been any by the heavy purple gas. She took a deliberate deep breath, and set about using her Clan jutsu to give herself an immunity to the gas. It wouldn’t do for someone to send a blast of wind at her and turn this jutsu back on herself. With that done, Paks retreated outside of the fog of gas, and waited until it too dispersed. Comparing the time it took to the time her last attempt had taken, and then figuring the likely average.

~ Learned Ninpou: Doku Kiri ~
Spoiler:
Name: Ninpou: Doku Kiri (Poison Fog)
Rank: B
Element: N/A
Skill: Ninjutsu
Range: close(0-5m) mid(5-10m)
Description: Ninpou: Doku Kiri is a Ninjutsu technique utilized by Shizune. This technique allows Shizune to expel poison gas from her body. This can serve as cover to escape and as an offensive technique against her opponent.

*Paks creates a poison gas with the following effects for this jutsu:

Once inhaled, the poison will begin leeching the victims chakra. 4CK per post until the poison is cured.

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Re: Training for War - The exceedingly long topic (Hopefully)

Post by Paksennarion on Thu Feb 19, 2009 7:18 pm

Cocking her head to the side, Paks observed one of the trees in the copse. It was old, with long steady branches that spread out and large green leaves. Deciding that it was a perfect place for her to lean against, Paks did so and then tried to decide what she should work on at the moment.

Tilting her head back, she felt something strange as a senbon was knocked loose from its place in her hair and began to fall. Paks reached out and snatched it from the air, holding the piece of metal up in front of her face. For a moment she just looked it over for blemishes, tilting it this way and that in the sunlight. She felt her lightening chakra, which had been much more friendly since the event yesterday, surge up as if called to the metal weapon. Paks let her chakra touch it, amused by its eagerness, but she was also curious. She had seen her old sensei call lightening to his weapons, and he had taught her in a way, but she had never really mastered it, what with her lightening having to be constantly watched and unruly.

The lightening chakra flowed from her fingertips into the senbon, appearing as small white static-y bolts of electricity that ran up and down the long piece of metal. They were subtle, and not all that strong, but Paks let the lightening stay there. With a flick of her wrist she cast the senbon from her hand, watching as it flew a few feet and hit the tree in front of her.

Striding over, Paks noted that the lightening chakra was still there, but weakened, and there was a small burn mark on the tree. Yanking the senbon out, unafraid of the lightning surging lightly, she walked back over to her original tree. Holding the senbon in her normal grip, but out in front of her face, Paks called more lightening chakra to her hand and consequently to the senbon. She tried to saturate it in lightening, watching as the sparks grew larger and the gap between their arcs of power grew. A quiet hum filled the area. Throwing the senbon, Paks started walking towards the tree almost the moment the senbon left her hand. The burn mark was bigger this time, but the senbon had also lost some power. Tugging it out, Paks returned to the other side of the copse.

What could she do to maintain a steady rate of power? She did not want a technique that would not remain at the same strength. And also, how could she make the actual attack more devastating? Normally with senbon, she’d use chakra strings to make them more deadly, but that wouldn’t really work this time. She wasn’t aiming for maneuverability, although that would add more use to the attack, instead what she really needed was a constant connection of lightening chakra. Paks watched the light play off the piece of metal in her hand, thinking carefully as she tilted it back and forth.

Perhaps… The intent of chakra strings would work, if she could turn the chakra into lightening right before the strike. Deciding to try just that, Paks tapped the end of her senbon and pulled her finger back, watching as her chakra physically manifested itself as a visible string. Throwing the senbon again, Paks kept her eye on the projectile. The second before it was about to hit the tree trunk, she turned the chakra along her string into lightening based chakra, which surged towards the metal conduit just as it touched the bark.

There was a small bang, as bark exploded, and Paks had to move to shelter her eyes from small pieces of flying debris. Once that had settled down, she ran forward and looked at the tree trunk. Where her senbon had entered the tree, lightening was still surging up and down the bark. Reaching out it even gave her a slight shock. The senbon itself had sunk deeper within the tree and it took some force to pull it out. The bark was broken up in a small circle surrounding the place her senbon had entered the tree, as if the lightening has caused it to explode. Which really, she should have expected. Lightening tended to do that with trees.

Paks returned back to her original spot. This time, she palmed three senbon. Holding them out in front of her, she watched as the lightening surged. With a flick of her wrist she cast them all out, chakra strings snapping into existence with an air of long born practice. She guided the senbon so that the would hit all in a straight line, equidistance apart.

This time she was prepared for the ensuing explosion of bark and other tree material. Ducking down, she avoided the worst of it. As soon as the debris calmed, Paks walked over to the tree. Her senbon had all hit in the proper place, and the bark was charred just as before. Lightening still surged along the length of the tree, just as strong as when it hit. Paks recalled the senbon, using her still enact chakra strings.

She caught the sparking projectiles deftly in one hand, before adding another hand of senbon to the gambit. She would see if she could handle concentrating on both hands of senbon at once. Gripping the senbon tightly, Paks charged them each with chakra, knowing with practice exactly how much chakra they could hold. She snapped her chakra strings into existence, and flicking her fingers got the senbon into order. They each struck at the same time, in a circle this time. Paks ducked the ensuing explosion, before striding towards the tree trunk to observe the effects. Retracting her senbon, she noted with approval that the same effect was still there and it hadn’t lessened in strength. Nodding to herself in satisfaction, Paks called the lightening off the tree trunk, and returned her senbon to their proper place.

~ Senbon Teiza - Learned

Spoiler:
Name: Senbon Teiza (Senbon Tazer)
Element: Lightening
Skill: Weaponry
Description: The user will charge a senbon in their hand with their lightning chakra, and then throw it as normal, but maintain a steady string of chakra from their hand/finger to the senbon so that when it strikes an opponent they can send an electrical current into their body through the senbon.
Rank: C

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Re: Training for War - The exceedingly long topic (Hopefully)

Post by Paksennarion on Fri Feb 20, 2009 8:22 pm

Paks paced her wooded copse, tireless in her quest for something, anything, that would quench her strange and encompassing feelings of inadequacy. Working on yet another jutsu to add to her repetoir, Paks pulled out a parasol. There was a particular jutsu she had been meaning to learn for awhile now. Yet another of those jutsu she had set on a back burner during the busy times.

It was a relatively simple jutsu, she'd seen it employed by an Amegakure shinobi once and had been surprised at the effectiveness. Essentially, one attacked senbon to an umbrella or parasol like object, and then threw it into the air. Using chakra, they directed the senbon from the parasol and through the air. The force these senbon could reach was truly amazing.

Twirling the parasol in her hand, she steadied her stance. Setting her feet apart with one slightly in front of the other so as to balance herself. Paks exhaled slowly, discarding the tightness in her body as she relaxed. The wooden handle felt rough in her hand as she gripped it tightly, the sides pressing into her palm. Trying to emulate the Amegakure shinobi's motions from before, Paks shifted her arm, rolling her shoulder, before she brought her hand in towards her chest and then flicked her wrist hard, opening her fist to release the parasol.

It flew straight up into the air a few feet before quickly loosing altitude and dropping. Paks reached out and caught it before it could hit the ground and jostle the senbon inside. She glanced at the parasol, taking in the weight and general shape. It would be aerodynamic while closed, but when open the parasol would slow down a lot. Therefore, it would be bad for the parasol to open while it was too close to the ground, rather it should only open at the height of her toss. How could she manipulate that though? To ensure that it only opened when she wanted it to? Was it all a matter of muscle control and technique?

Paks tried again, gripping the handle with one hand. She changed her positioning this time, holding her elbow out to the side and her arm up in front of her chest. Carefully Paks threw her arm forward and up, releasing the parasol from her hand. It rose straight up into the sky, much higher than before. She was almost satisfied with the height it had gained, when suddenly it stopped gaining and dropped.

Once again Paks reached out and caught it before the parasol could hit the ground. She replayed its’ path through the sky in her head, going over everything. Exhaling again, Paks shook her arm out before bringing it back up. She held her elbow out, slightly farther than last time, and her arm in front of her. Paks changed her grip on the handle, curling her fingers on the underside of the handle so that the back of her hand was facing upwards instead of towards the ground. When she threw her hand out and up, she also flicked her wrist up, releasing the parasol.

Paks moved with the whole weight of her body, taking a step forward as she threw the parasol. This time it shot up into the sky, twirling slightly due to the flick she had added on. When it reached an acceptable height, the parasol seemed to bloom, opening up slowly. Now that the shape of the parasol was no longer so streamline, the top caught at the air and it began to float downward, buffeted from side to side as it descended.

Paks caught it easily, checking to make sure all of the senbon were still secured in their proper places. She closed her eyes as her fingers ghosted over the slim pieces of metal, her touch bringing the chakra infused within them to the forefront. She could clearly sense the individual senbon, and with her eyes closed she could call up a mental image of their placement based on chakra signature. Paks opened her eyes, and shut the parasol. She brought her arm up, and threw it once again.

It shot up into the air, rotating slowly until it reached the apex of its’ path, wherein the parasol opened up. Paks brought her hands together, imitating the seal Yuudai-sensei had used. She crossed her pinky, ring, and middle fingers, while pressing her thumb’s and pointer fingers together to form the tiger seal. Manipulating her chakra, Paks reached out with her senses to feel for the chakra signatures of her senbon. Then she zeroed in on only five of them, sending a burst of chakra to them so that they slipped out from under the loops. The chakra already in them responded to her chakra, and she ignored the slowly dropping parasol to focus on the five senbon. The dropped a few inches, before she tried to guide them to the log.

The senbon shifted in the air, moving towards the log she was aiming for, but suddenly dropping as her control broke. She absentmindedly caught the parasol in one hand as she strode forward, towards where they had fallen. Searching for their chakra signature, Paks picked them up off the ground and wiped them off before she slipped them back into the parasol.

Stepping back several paces, Paks repeated the procedure. Her senbon would originally follow the path she wished them to, but then they would fall short and drop to the ground, no matter how few she used or how many. After picking them up for the umpteenth time, Paks glared at the ground slightly. It was almost like they didn’t know where to go, even though she tried to direct them. What else could she do though? They were following her chakra… So perhaps if she made a path for them, they would more easily follow that? It was worth a try at the least.

Paks threw her parasol up into the air, watching as it spun open and the sunlight shone over the lacquered surface. She sensed for five of her senbon, forming the tiger seal and releasing them. As they began to fall, Paks sent a burst of chakra and carefully imagined her chakra spreading out in a thin line from the tip of her senbon’s to their respective targets. The senbon followed along on the lines of chakra she created, hitting the log with enough force to sink several inches deep. Paks strode over to them, and pulled them out. She carefully looked them over for any scratches or misuse and finding none, put them away.

After repeating the procedure many more times, with more and more senbon, Paks was finally satisfied with the results. It was harder to control more than twenty senbon at one time, but she imagined that the difficulty would be overcome with practice. Paks deftly caught her parasol as it floated downward, using the chakra pathways she had created on the current senbon, to pull them towards her and out of the log they were currently lodged in. She caught them from the air, and placed them away, closing up the parasol.

~ Joro Senbon ~ Learned ~ 13 paragraphs

Spoiler:
Jouro Senbon - Sprinkling Needles
Rank: C
Range: Mid (5m ~ 10m)
Type: Attack

Jouro Senbon is a Ninjutsu technique that is utilized by Rain ninjas. After hurling their umbrellas into the air, they will unleash a torrent of needles. Using their chakra they can guide these needles towards their opponent.

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Re: Training for War - The exceedingly long topic (Hopefully)

Post by Paksennarion on Fri Feb 20, 2009 8:40 pm

Paks went through several acrobatic kata’s. Tilting forward, she held herself up on her hands. At first she wobbled, but soon her muscles remembered what to do in these situations, and she was able to hold herself up straight. The first few steps were treacherous, and she took them carefully. Soon her arms were burning lightly, and blood was rushing to her head making it ache dully. She took one last step forward, and the proceeded to take the same amount of steps, backwards. After that slightly more tricky maneuver, Paks tilted her legs backwards, letting gravity pull her down as she flipped to her feet. Tossing herself back again, Paks flipped touching the ground on her palms. She took a few steps forward, before tilting forward and flipping to her feet that way. She soon progressed to flipping twice in the air before landing, and holding herself up with one palm, or landing on one foot.

Her sense of time was soon lost, as she immersed herself in the familiar feel of straining muscles and the rhythm of her kata. Spinning around on one hand, Paks dropped to the ground and tucked her body in, rolling a few feet away before springing to her feet. With a deft twist, she was back on her hands, and soon flowing through another handspring. Two more handsprings afterwards, she was on her feet again, twisting off to the left and throwing herself forward into a combat roll.

Soon she was breathing heavily, and wiping sweat off her forehead. But Paks pushed on, trying to find the limits to her flexibility and dexterity. The only sound in the area was the rustling of leaves, her heavy breathing, and the ‘pat’ ‘pat’ sounds of her body making impact with the ground. Nagi had long ago fallen into a doze as she sunned herself on a nearby rock.

Coming to a stop, Paks pushed down with her arms, and flipped backwards, twisting so that she landed on her feet. She shifted her long shirt, tugging it back down from where it had become unsettled, and brushed the wisps of hair back behind her ear from where they had come loose. She had to move quickly to stop an errant senbon from sliding free of her hair, and deftly tucked it back in its proper place. Dusting a bit of dirt off her sleeve, Paks leaned against a nearby tree and slowly caught her breath. She wasn’t as fast as she would like, but Paks was pleased to see her flexibility hadn’t lessened.

After a few minutes, she decided to move onto something else. Just what though, she wasn’t sure. Paks blinked and tilted her head up to the sky, thinking leisurely. She watched the myriad of leaves as they swayed and danced together. She knew she had to work on several things, but which was more important at the moment? Feeling decidedly non-committal Paks finally settled on perfecting a jutsu she had slowly been working on for a while.

She pushed herself away from the tree, and took several steps away, before pivoting and facing the tree trunk. Holding her hands out in front of her, Paks stared down at her hands intently. Tiny wrists led to hands that were delicate, and small. With long thin dexterous fingers, and pale fingernails that were neither long nor short. Small silvery scars crisscrossed her hands, like a patchwork quilt. Thick calluses covered her palms, her thumbs, pointer fingers and middle fingers. They were the hands of a shinobi, albeit definitely a girl. They were the hands of someone who worked, and who used their hands all the time doing rough things. Her many calluses came from her weapon use. What would her hands look like if she had never become a shinobi? Shaking her head, Paks ignored that errant thought and focused back on the reality. What if’s were wastes of time.

The idea of this jutsu was to make her nails stronger, and lengthen them so that they could be used as a weapon. That way she would never be disarmed, and she would also always have a ranged weapon. Not to mention the fact that it should be pretty unpredictable. The mechanics behind it were simple seeming, and yet still hard to actually achieve. Paks had spent some time researching the body, and she knew from that, that nails were made of keratin. The same substance that made hooves on animals, or claws. It was just more layered in their cases.

Exhaling slowly, Paks called chakra to her hands, pushing it through her fingers and into her nails. She had gotten rather good at collecting chakra in certain places, due mostly to the fact that she needed to imbue so many of her weapons with chakra all the time, and then half her jutsu needed her to be constantly forcing chakra into objects and controlling something with it. Over the years, she had gotten better and better at it, and now it was almost second nature to her.

After a steady stream of chakra had been collected, Paks slowly manipulated the gathered chakra. Building off of the keratin that her nails consisted of already, Paks used the chakra to speed up the growth of her nails. But she also made them thicker, deviating from normal nail growth in order to form several layers on top of each other. The nails slowly thickened, tinting themselves black for some reason.

Paks watched carefully. The speed was much too slow for this to be used in battle, and the growth rate was low too. Suddenly her chakra pool cut off, the jutsu stopping automatically. Paks stared down at her fingernails which had grown about a quarter of an inch. She lightly pushed the pad of her thumb against one of the fingernails, dismayed when she had to press down hard to even cut her skin slightly.

Paks shoved more chakra down her fingers, concentrating it on her nails. This time they grew a bit quicker, reaching a half an inch before the jutsu stopped working. She spent some time trying to undo the jutsu, and bring her nails back to their original length. After a bit she succeeded that part at least.

Paks continued her training. It was slow going, and used up a lot of chakra. But she doggedly stuck to it, unable or unwilling to give up on what she knew was possible. After an indeterminable amount of time, she was able to grow her fingernails out two feet in length. The sharpness however remained the same as before, a rather dull state that would not do at all.

Focusing all of her concentration on just that, sharpening the edges of her fingernails, she let the thickness taper off towards the sides and tip. As they thinned the edges became sharper. This time when she pressed a fingertip against one of her nails, it cut through easily. Paks wiped the drop of blood off, and pulled her fingernails back to their original growth.

She was slowly becoming quicker as she went on. But it wasn’t nearly fast enough for the move to be useful in battle. With that in mind, Paks took the time to elongate her nails, and then bring them back to their original size. Each repeat gained a bit of speed and small as those advances were, they were enough to encourage Paks. It was tedious and repetitive work, but well worth the end point.

After a while, Paks looked up at the tree in front of her, and decided to try something. She held one hand up, horizontal. Extending her fingers towards the tree, she used chakra to elongate them within seconds. Her fingernail scored the tree bark, going half an inch deep. She moved her hand around deftly, her fingernails cutting into the bark like it was butter. Soon a small and crude design of a snake was formed.

Paks pulled her nails back, without a hitch. She experimented with various ways of attacking with her nails, getting used to the length and weight. Finally satisfied, and feeling as if she had achieved many useful things this day, Paks settled down to take a break.

~ Surudoi Learned ~

Spoiler:
Name: Surudoi
Rank: B
Element: -
Skill: Ninjutsu/Weaponry
Range: Close (1-5m) Mid (5-10m)
[b][u]Description: Surudoi is a technique created by Paks to give her an added edge in hand to hand combat. It requires no hand seals, and uses chakra to strengthen the keratin in the users fingernails, until they are stronger and the edges sharpened. The nails can then be elongated and used to attack an opponent.

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Re: Training for War - The exceedingly long topic (Hopefully)

Post by Paksennarion on Fri Feb 27, 2009 10:05 pm

Paks’ footsteps were muted by the loamy soil, although there was no one around to hear them anyway. She had retreated to her copse of hidden trees, away from the other shinobi and away from the noise of Iwagakure. The bubbling sense of unease had yet to subside after the situation with Kayn, but all Paks could do was wait patiently. She was good at waiting, but it still cut away at her state of perpetual calmness, not enough to really effect her, but enough to make her worry. And worry was a hindrance she could not stand for, and would not. Worry was something useless, un-productive even detrimental. It was a waste of concentration and thoughts. Worry would not prevent things from happening, it would only further her own failures.

Thus Paks had decided that she would go and train. She needed to do something extreme, to push herself to her limits in such a way that she couldn’t concentrate on anything else even if she had wanted to, least of all petty worries. To embark on something so consuming, there would be nothing left. If she could do that, occupy her time in such a manner, than perhaps by the time she was done, the whole fiasco would be over with and done. And Kayn would be back in Iwagakure, safe.

She wanted to push her limits, but had limited ways of doing so. She had no one to fight against, and she hadn’t the desire to try and fight against a comrade in the way she needed to. The only secluded area, far away from prying eyes, was her copse of trees and Paks did not want to ruin the landscape by performing an extreme amount of jutsu or destroying things. That really only left doing something that wasn’t safely within her skills, either getting herself into a high risk situation, or trying to do something that was above her ability. Preferably both.

The only thing she could think of, that was suitably risky enough, was to create a jutsu. A high level jutsu, that would take all of her formidable will power and concentration to form, and control. And to do so without any real preparation, or planning and calculations. Intellectually, Paks knew that was an idiotic idea. There were countless things that could go wrong with such a situation, countless things that could go badly wrong, and yet, that was what she wanted, what she needed to do at the moment. Not in spite of the risk, but because of it.

Pulling on the various ideas floating around in her head, the un-grasped, un-molded thoughts and desires. If she was going to do this, it needed to be a jutsu worth such a risk. It needed to be something so grand, that she would be able to feel adequate in her fights, that she would finally be able to back up her comrades without needing to worry about her capabilities. About her lack of destructive abilities. A jutsu that would make even ‘kari-kun proud. Swirling all of her hopes, wishes, expectations and ideas together, Paks slowly began to craft the beginnings of a jutsu.

It was a seldom known fact, that if the user had a desire but not the proper knowledge of how to shape it, that chakra was able to achieve things when released from all control. It worked because, jutsu were at their core, people’s intent shaped by their energy. There were even some jutsu that could be preformed without hand seals. Thus it was possible to use only intent, and let the chakra follow what paths it would. However, this type of experimentation almost always led to tremendous risk. Uncontrolled and unguided chakra could wreak havoc even as it was performing the desired effect. It was not advised to ever try and use that method. Unless you were asking to burnout.

Which happened to be a bordering concept to what Paks was asking for. And at the moment all she had was intent and chakra. Paks was confident, or perhaps arrogant enough, to believe that she was strong enough to pull something like this off. But she was also realistic enough to know that there would be repercussions. Accepting that, Paks closed her eyes and widened her stance, loosening up her clenched muscles.

Taking a deep breath, Paks sucked air into her lungs, breathing in the heady sent of wet dirt and leaves. Holding on to her unyielding belief, unyielding self-confidence, Paks bolstered her intent. That small bit of hesitation, of doubt? She was imagining it. Of course. She would succeed. She would succeed, and succeed with aplomb. Irrefutably.

Exhaling softly, Paks’ hair fluttered, splaying across her cheek. Her chakra crackled, eager to escape the ridged confines she generally held it to, and Paks obliged. Releasing her ironclad hold, Paks merely watched as if from afar, as her chakra rose up, as if a great tidal wave and washed over her body, wave after wave of pent up energy. It rushed through her, coursing along with her blood, flooding her very flesh and searing through her bones. The intense power of such a release was painful, and yet it also bordered on such a high ecstasy as she had never experienced before. She felt as if her whole body, her very essence itself, was burning, aglow with chakra.

The chakra spread and spread, running all the way down to the soles of her feet, filling every stand of hair. She was infused, totally saturated with chakra. Even her pours were filled as she began to glow a soft purple color, waxing and waning in intensity. Her body felt conspicuously light, as if she was made of air. Slowly, the chakra seeped back, concentrating itself. Her hair floated into the air, the chakra packing itself into each individual strand so tightly that her hair began to change shape, the strands taking on the appearance of brightly colored snakes.

The snakes stirred, jewel bright eyes flicking this way and that as they writhed. Strangely what should have been added weight was nothing, the snakes bodies light as her hair had been. The release of her chakra had left Paks in a rather dazed and ephemeral manner, such that she could only stare at the snakes and blink slowly. That first show of weakness shaped the course of the jutsu. Paks knew very well that snakes were ambitious creatures, with a keen sense of hierarchy.

The mass of serpents coiled and twisted, and Paks took the moment to observe the various snakes. At first the myriad of colors and shapes was too confusing for her mind to process, but Paks was used to discerning through such things, and after a bit of watching she managed. There appeared to be seven major different colored snakes.

The largest snakes, and also the longest, were a dark green with fat bodies. The sunlight glinted off of the sides of their scales in such a way that Paks could tell they were bladed. Watching the way the moved, she could see the muscles that made up their large bodies, she could tell that they would be immensely strong. These green snakes reminded her of anacondas. Then, there were white snakes. Thin and slimly built, these snakes moved with a sinuous grace that put Paks a little in awe. They had long fangs, and small delicate looking scales. The white snakes moved swiftly, striking out so fast that her eyes were hard pressed to follow the motion.

A thick grey snake curled around her neck, squeezing tightly but not in a threatening manner. This snake was the color of the craggy cliffs that cluttered Iwagakure, with small beady eyes. It moved slowly, lethargically. Next was a crimson colored snake, the light caused its scales to shine brightly. This snake coiled tightly, before uncoiling itself and repeating, almost as if it had too much pent up energy. The head of the red snake was slim, almost pear-shaped, however the body itself was long.

There were purple snakes, the smallest of the bunch with tiny fangs just barely shown over the lip of their mouths. They whipped around, large dark eyes flicking from one place to another. Silvery-white snakes, the color of moon stones threaded with light blue seemed the most docile of the bunch. They had large thick scales, and pits along their jawbones, akin to a viper.

Lastly there was a pinkish brown snake, with a wide head that looked too heavy for the slim body. Their red eyes seemed to glow, as one slithered along her cheek until it met her eyes. Tongue flickering in and out, tasting the air. It opened it’s mouth, fangs glittering in a showy manner as it slid closer to her unprotected eye, the threat obvious even without words.

It was strange, to know that these snakes were merely constructs of her chakra, but that didn’t stop the rising flush of awareness, the prickling sensation in her skin as the snake moved, scales brushing against her cheekbone. “Stop.” It came out soft, yet no less powerful because of that.

The snake paused, pupils narrowing in surprise. “You ssspeak?” it asked, tones incredulous. Paks blinked again, the presence of so many dangerous creatures had done a good job at cutting through her dazed state, but some sense of surrealism still remained and it took her a moment to realize she hadn’t been speaking in any words a human would understand.

“Of course,” she said stonily. Hurrying to hastily grab at the vestiges of her mental and emotional control that had been ripped asunder by her total release of chakra earlier. The snake observed her in a calculating manner, eyes hungrily roving over her face, stopping at the bright markings that proclaimed her a Kuchinawa Clan member more than did the slitted pupils and elongated fangs.

“Ahhh, ssso you are one of them then?” Paks moved to nod, but stopped herself. It was strange conversing with something that was attached to her head.

“Yes. I am Paksennarion.” She had succeeded in pulling up her normal mask by now and her tone was suitably cool and unconcerned this time. The snake shifted up and down, a facsimile of a nod, and something so un-snakelike that Paks blinked at it. “May I know your name?” she asked, to cover up her confusion.

“We do not have names Paksennarion,” the snake used her name in such a way that Paks was sure it would be commonly used. The fact that they did not have names wasn’t exactly surprising, however it was at about that time that Paks suddenly felt a sharp pain in her chest. Within the space of a second it had escalated to an agonizing level, and felt as if her chakra suddenly was cut off. The snakes melting back into hair as the world went black.

Sinking to her knees, Paks watched as red slowly pooled in front of her, too disorientated to realize she had bitten clear through her bottom lip. Her chest felt too tight, and she had to fight to breath, dragging in each breath as if through water. Even though she had stopped expending chakra, the pain remained, and her vision grew blurry.

Paks had felt worse pain before, and though it was hard, she struggled through the pain and stumbled to her feet, leaning heavily against a nearby tree-trunk. It took her an embarrassingly long time to make it out of the copse and back to the normal training grounds, but once there she had to stop. The world spun, as she tried to think of where she was going to go. Not to the hospital, even if it was obvious she probably needed medical attention, and definitely not to the Clan Compound where her weakness would be ascertained with a glance. Where did that leave?

Spoiler:
Name: Daija Kami
Rank: S
Element: -
Skill: Clan Ninjutsu
Range: close(0-5m) mid(5-10m) far(10+m)
Description: Daija Kami is a Clan jutsu created by Paksennarion. Based off of the mythical monster, Medusa, Paks is able to transform her hair into a myriad of snakes. The snakes are all brightly colored, with sleek and articulate bodies, capable of moving on their own. Their scales are strong enough to block physical attacks along with weapons, and if they so choose to, they can wrap around Paks to shield her from a Ninjutsu. However depending on the rank and damage of the attack, it takes them three turns to heal back after doing so. These snakes are separate entities, with their own personalities and traits. They are not necessarily under Paks’ control, and don’t always listen to her. When one is cut off, or wounded, two more will grown in it’s place. Because of the fact that while transformed thus Paks has multiple minds joined with her own, it is harder for someone to preform Genjutsu on her as they have to navigate through the kaleidoscope of psyches. However, that being said one could also aim a Genjutsu at the snakes themselves.

Their bites can administer many different kinds of poisons, including Paks’ blood or any other toxin she has on her. But there are a few that stand out. One has the ability to bite someone, and turn what they bite into stone. For something other than an appendage, it would take three turns to happen, otherwise it only takes one turn. Another has the ability to bite someone and sap their health, transferring it to Paks. Another has the ability to spew a cloud of deadly poison or acid. Another has the ability to release a special poisonous gas which can negate other poisonous gases or acids. Another has the ability to bite and inject a toxin that attacks the chakra circulatory system. Another has the ability to bite someone and sap their chakra, transferring it to Paks (5CK per bite). Even without their lethal bites, many of the snakes are strong in their own right and can flail about.

(10 CK to activate, 2 CK per turn to maintain.)

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Your heart, your arms, your voice...everything
I hold you who I love too much, until we love each other, until we go crazy
Over and over I destroyed...

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Re: Training for War - The exceedingly long topic (Hopefully)

Post by Paksennarion on Wed Mar 04, 2009 5:51 pm

Paks left the ANBU headquarters, slightly disappointed with the way her first meeting with Anei had gone. It definitely was not what she had wanted. Needing to burn off some irritation, preferably in a physical manner, she headed towards her copse. There was a Taijutsu she had been meaning to learn. An important one. It had to do with lightening manipulation, and was somewhat close to a Hyuuga’s Jyuuken. She had recently fought someone who had used Raiton in a unique way, and now she wanted to see if she could do the same. The shinobi had sent lightening from his hands, like string. It had flicked out, almost like a snake striking before disappearing. At the time, Paks had been awed at the jutsu. If she had been right in analyzing it, the lightening element though it appeared to be small and not as powerful as most attacks, was strong enough to stun. The physical strike itself was interesting. If you fought someone, their first strike would be a total shock, in Taijutsu you expect the person to physically try to strike you. This would allow that illusion while the strike really came from a distance, weather that was a large distance or a short distance, it didn’t matter. As for the lightening aspect, the “string” seemed to jump from the users palm and strike before flickering out of sight, all within seconds. Surely that would add to the mystery around this Taijutsu, if the chakra aspect was so quick, it would be hard to follow with an untrained eye. Paks smiled grimly as the implications flooded her head.

She finally stopped, hidden amongst the trees in her copse and began to try it herself, determined that she would master this technique and incorporate it into her style no matter what. Holding her palm in front of her body, Paks glanced at the seal etched into it. Then she called upon the lightening chakra inside her. It was quick to answer her call, gathering on her palm. Paks nudged it sternly, forcing it to compact itself more and not gather as loosely as it had. Once the lightening chakra had formed a dense small shaped circle on her palm, hard to see unless you knew what you were looking for, Paks thrust her hand out in front of herself. Her lightening chakra eagerly struck at the air, like a lightening bolt. But just as swiftly it disappeared.

Paks frowned slightly. Her range on that had been horrible. Paks went through the motions again and again, slowly urging her chakra to stretch thinner and thinner without loosing any of its potency. If she focused on the manipulation of her chakra hard enough, she could probably get these strings of lightening to sharpen. Lightening was supposed to also be able to do that she knew, and to Paks that was more enticing than being able to shock someone. Although, stunning someone has some merits.

Paks continued practicing, striking at the air with an intense focus. Slowly the string of chakra got a bit faster, a bit thinner, and reached out a bit farther each time. She slowly increased her range to a meter and then a meter and a half, focusing less on that and more on the actual formation of her strikes. The lightening cut through the air, and Paks made a conscious effort to repress the crackling it wanted to sound out. Paks kept at it, mesmerized by the sheer feeling of using her chakra in this manner.

She spent some more time on the first step, sending chakra from her palms in quick bursts. Trying to increase her range. It took several moments, but after awhile, Paks managed two meters. Deciding to go on to the next step, Paks called chakra to both her hands. First she made sure the chakra was condensed as much as possible for both palms, then she thrust her hands outward in palm strikes, releasing the lightening chakra. It struck, thin white lines of energy painting the air in front of her. Paks was happy to note that both of her palms had the same range.

At that point she moved on. Instead of merely sending strikes of lightening from her palms outward and dispensing them as quickly as possible, Paks tried to solidify the strikes. She wanted them to remain rigid so that she could move her palms and have the lightening follow her movements. It took a bit of persistent work, since her lightening wanted to jump out and then return as fast as possible, she had to convince it to stay out longer. Long enough for her to be able to slash the air. Slowly Paks began moving her arms around, the lightening chakra almost like blades connected to her palms. The movement was thus heavily reliant on the other hand, if one moved one way the other had to compensate and cover the other direction.

There was a sort of flow to the movements, and Paks fell into it, sliding her hands through the air and watching her chakra follow. The white lightening sparking but remaining silent. She then put her attention back on the manipulation of her chakra, keeping the edges sharp. Narrowing her eyes, Paks focused heavily on that one aspect for a short while, trying to optimize the cutting ability this technique would wield. The thin strings of chakra were hard to manipulate the shapes of, but Paks turned her will to the task and soon had the very edges of the lightening thinning so that they tapered off.

When she was done with that, Paks moved over to a special dummy. It had the various pressure points marked in different colored paints, with circles and other shapes surrounding the actual point to show where hits would be most effective, and such.

She took a small step forward, and then held her hands out in front of her, palms up. Concentrating her chakra to gather there, it condensed willingly until the chakra was a small circle rather than running the length of her hand. Nodding in satisfaction, Paks glanced back up at the dummy and chose a target. Aiming for the pressure point in the hollow of the dummies neck, Paks thrust her hand forward releasing the lightening. It snaked forward, striking the dummy before retreating. Paks glanced down at her hand, then back up at the dummy. Her aim was off.

Trying again, Paks continued to thrust her palm at the dummy, aiming for the same pressure point. Slowly, bit by bit, she got closer and closer. Soon she started using her other hand, aiming for two points at the same time. Which was much harder than she had first thought it would be. Narrowing her eyes in intense concentration, Paks aimed for two points relatively close to each other on the dummies stomach, near the bottom of the ribs. Her hand lashed out, the lightening flicking outward, striking the marks. They left small singes behind.

Paks continued repeating that motion, until she stopped missing. From there she moved on to concentrating on the shape manipulation of her lightening. Sharpening the edges as she had done before when striking the air, Paks practiced with that. She noted with satisfaction that even though the strings of chakra were small they could still inflict damage. Paks kept at it, determined to get her strings to take the shape she wanted them to. Piecemeal she managed to make them sharper and thinner, which in turn made her have to practice harder on her accuracy. Having to have a smaller margin of error made for more work. Which Paks didn’t begrudge.

Slowly, releasing the collected chakra on her palms, Paks glanced at the dummy. It had several singes, but by far more cuts.

Spoiler:
Raikou Sensu~ Thunder style
Rank- C
Range: (close 0~5m)
Skill: Taijutsu
Stress: Low- Average
Description: Raikou Sensu is a kata that incorporates the user’s own fighting style making it somewhat more efficient. It will focus on manipulation of the lightning element. Extending lightning chakra from the users fingers or hands in a thread like strings. The lightning can then stun or cut an opponent causing harm which will depend entirely on the amount of hits administered. The sudden release of the lightning chakra makes it very formidable, as it lashes out as if it were lightning striking down. Which is very fast. Raikou senseu doesn’t necessarily need precise movements, but it is useful. In cases where the user is striking out at pressure points on the body. There will be 2CP deducted if there is a direct hit.

Paks took in a deep breath, before exhaling as she lowered her hands to her sides. The exercise had done her good, she was no longer irritated, merely comfortably tired. It was at the moment that she became aware of a strange sensation. A picture of Kayn suddenly entered her minds eye, and she realized that her clone must have given him the stone. Slowly, her conclusions were drawn, and Paks realized that that meant there was a battle going on. That, or it was soon to go on. She forgot her momentary satisfaction and ran, following the pull from the red stone and hoping that she would get there in time.

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Sometimes the worst evil is done by good people who do not know that they are not good.

Your shouting voice is interrupted
My unforgivable sins go on...
Your heart, your arms, your voice...everything
I hold you who I love too much, until we love each other, until we go crazy
Over and over I destroyed...

Glomp. Stab. Face palm.
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