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Posted: Tue May 17, 2011 4:12 pm
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YOUSAYIT;;S ⇉ ɑℓℓ ɩɲ ოყ ჩεɑმ ● ● ● ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ↙ ↙ ↙
ⓐ ⓝ ⓓ ʈჩε ʈჩɩɲჟა I ʈჩɩɲӄ ʝʊაʈ ⇇DON;;TMAKESENSE
『 I CAN SEE THAT LOOK IN YOUR EYES.』 『 THE LOOK THAT SHOOTS ME.』 『 EACH AND EVERY TIME. 』 『 G R A C E ME WITH YOUR. 』 『 COLD SHOULDER. 』 ______________________________________________________________________________________ ● ● ● DO TELL ¦ ¦ ¦ ⓜⓔ ⓦⓗⓨ ▪ ▪ ▪ ██████ ██████ ██████ ██████ ██████ ██████ ██████ ██████ ██████ ██████ ██████ ██████ ● ● CHAKRA POOL ¦ ¦ ¦ 2 5 0 ▪ ▪ ▪ ██████ ██████ ██████ ██████ ██████ ██████ ██████ ██████ ██████ ██████ ██████ ██████
[Learning: Chakra Scalpel | 5 Posts]
[1/5] M had learned about a useful technique during his studies as a Medical Ninja. It was about using Chakra to perform emergency surgeries on the field, as well as a useful Jutsu in combat. In the dojo, he began to practice this, but it did not seem as easy. Performing the Jutsu required a high level of Chakra Control, thus, he did not assume that he would be able to get it on the first try.
[2/5] The lad stood up, rested from the Chakra Training that he had undergone. He then moved to one side of the huge dojo where there was but one straw dummy. Here, he would first try to get a hang of the motions. A palm thrust should be enough. M began thrusting his palm repeatedly over the dummy made of straw.
[3/5] Afterwards, M decided to take a break from hitting the straw dummy, and soon, focused on summoning Chakra to his hands. Gathering Chakra, and releasing it was easy, but to be doing both at the same time was something different. As of now, his goal was to be able to maintain a steady rate of chakra release, so as to form a blade of chakra in his hands, which he could use to slice things up.
██████ ██████ ██████ ██████ ██████ ██████ ██████ ██████ ██████ ██████ ██████ ██████ ● ● M - I N A Z U M A ¦ ¦ ¦ ⒸⓁⓄⓊⒹ ↔ ⓖⓔⓝⓘⓝ ▪ ▪ ▪ ██████ ██████ ██████ ██████ ██████ ██████ ██████ ██████ ██████ ██████ ██████ ██████ ● ● ● I GUESS I KNOW ¦ ¦ ¦ ⓘⓜ ⓑⓐⓓ ▪ ▪ ▪ ______________________________________________________________________________________
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Posted: Tue May 17, 2011 4:16 pm
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YOUSAYIT;;S ⇉ ɑℓℓ ɩɲ ოყ ჩεɑმ ● ● ● ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ↙ ↙ ↙
ⓐ ⓝ ⓓ ʈჩε ʈჩɩɲჟა I ʈჩɩɲӄ ʝʊაʈ ⇇DON;;TMAKESENSE
『 I CAN SEE THAT LOOK IN YOUR EYES.』 『 THE LOOK THAT SHOOTS ME.』 『 EACH AND EVERY TIME. 』 『 G R A C E ME WITH YOUR. 』 『 COLD SHOULDER. 』 ______________________________________________________________________________________ ● ● ● DO TELL ¦ ¦ ¦ ⓜⓔ ⓦⓗⓨ ▪ ▪ ▪ ██████ ██████ ██████ ██████ ██████ ██████ ██████ ██████ ██████ ██████ ██████ ██████ ● ● CHAKRA POOL ¦ ¦ ¦ 2 5 0 ▪ ▪ ▪ ██████ ██████ ██████ ██████ ██████ ██████ ██████ ██████ ██████ ██████ ██████ ██████
[Learning: Chakra Scalpel | 5 Posts]
[4/5] M conjured a series of hand seals in a calm manner. Afterwards, he placed his hands before him, and there, he began to gather chakra. Firstly, his hand began to glow. Soon, they flared up - a dancing pink flame enveloping his hands. He was now releasing chakra through his hands, but by the looks of it, the lad was failing to control the rate of its release.
[5/5] He stood up, maintaining his composure. M then closed his eyes, trying to concentrate a little harder. He breathed in, and the flames seemed to grow weak. He exhaled, and then, the flames seemed to grow thinner. Repeatedly, he did this, to the extant that there was a sharp glow of pink over his hands. Once achieved, M used both of his hands to cross slash at the straw dummy. Charging, he struck, and afterwards, though the dummy seemed fine, on the inside where a wooden pole held it, it was already cut, and so with a kick, the dummy had been split.
██████ ██████ ██████ ██████ ██████ ██████ ██████ ██████ ██████ ██████ ██████ ██████ ● ● M - I N A Z U M A ¦ ¦ ¦ ⒸⓁⓄⓊⒹ ↔ ⓖⓔⓝⓘⓝ ▪ ▪ ▪ ██████ ██████ ██████ ██████ ██████ ██████ ██████ ██████ ██████ ██████ ██████ ██████ ● ● ● I GUESS I KNOW ¦ ¦ ¦ ⓘⓜ ⓑⓐⓓ ▪ ▪ ▪ ______________________________________________________________________________________
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Posted: Tue May 17, 2011 5:52 pm
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Posted: Tue May 17, 2011 6:05 pm
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Posted: Tue May 17, 2011 6:29 pm
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"I should practice some fire style too, I cant let Kein get ahead of me in Ninjutsu either. Why am I thinking about him? Stop it Fuyu, train!" Fuyu huffed rather loud as she whipped out a Ninjutsu scroll for Katon and began to form seals quickly. She took in a huge breath and attempted to perform the Fire Lily technique, but instead in her frustration released a rather gigantic fire stream. The fire curved out in a large uncontrolled arc and exploded as she sighed, a huge failure. "Damn it, Im letting this get to me. Now my chakras agitated again, I cant mold something for Katon thats boiling around inside me like a melting frog." Fuyu sat down and crossed her legs in a meditative style as she took deep breaths, slowly reducing her bodies stress levels and restoring her chakra to a calm balance. She closed her eyes and performed the seals slow in a trance as she practiced them. The repetition of seals increased in speed until she was fully ready, Fuyus breathing constantly circulating heated chakra in her lungs. She performed the stringed seals for the first real time and her chakra swelled as she took in a deep breath through her nose expanding her chest. Her lungs swelled incredibly, due to her practice with Fuuton this was easy, and she mixed her chakra with the oxygen in her lungs. Opening her eyes quickly Fuyu jumped up and holding the tiger seal released five gigantic fireballs into the air. Within the massive fireballs were in fact Fuuma shuriken, the attack not only burned several dummies but the fuuma shuriken heated by the flames cleaved through a wall of the dojo like a knife in hot butter. Slightly drained Fuyu sat back down and closed her eyes leaning against the wall to rest. [Katon: Fire Lily Technique Learned]
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Posted: Tue May 17, 2011 6:34 pm
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Posted: Tue May 17, 2011 6:42 pm
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Posted: Tue May 17, 2011 6:54 pm
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Posted: Tue May 17, 2011 7:46 pm
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Kodoki, Doki // Gennin Chakra : 110 - 20 = 90 [ Taijutsu ] °°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°
Doki was now reading another scroll. Today marks her record of reading over at least...two scrolls. The girl hardly ever read more than a sentence if she could help it. Not that she wasn't able to but because she never felt compelled. Anyway, Doki was just about through with every detail that it got the point of it being so arduous. Her fingers were was damn near tired from squeezing inbetween her eyes so much.
Finally, the gennin put the scroll aside reached for a capped bowie knife from the latch around her right knee. The story of how it came to be rests on her progress today. Otherwise, it would be a wasted artifact she's picked up from the ground when she was younger.
"Sobagai Deba Sentou." She whispered into her right palm before wishfully ingesting it. The stoic words followed with a vertical slash upwards to the dummy. "Hwoaaah....." Gentle curs and slurs of slow sounding strikes purred within her throaty tunnel as she began to alternate the blade into each hand. This would continue on for hours on the exception of breaks and re-adjusting her bandages. It was not her mind, but her body and raw skin that would remember it's variations and vertical slices. Ferocity hid in her tendons as she struck and slashed at the dummy. Occasional beads of sweat sprinkled over where they were smocked by a cold towel and bucket of ice she so carefully applied.
[Knife Stances Practice & Upward Repel, Completed]
-- Now in fully memory, she continued on to the next technique in mind. The assisted Jab technique would surely help her with her chakra maintenance. She started off with her hands blindly touching at the hilt's chiseled features. Her thumb pressed up and the rest of her fingers would tap rather absently at it's broader sides, becoming more familiar with it's texture. Doki then channeled chakra into her hands though this time without pressing her hands together. In a close quarters situation, she probably wouldn't have time for it. Even so, her fingers reclined at the tingling surge traveling between her inner canals. Her dominant hand swiped the sheathe apart from it's blade and sent forth the jabbing notion upon the lifeless dummy besides her. Her forearms shook from the impact as did the dummy. From afar, it doesn't look like much progress. However, upon closer examination, there was an inner dent behind the scrabble padding.
She would attempt again, adding consistent thrusts and jabs. When her wrists would sore, she would alternate hands across the hourly time. The thing was, it was getting to be a chore having to divide her focus and chakra to both arms. But it would later be a promising profit if it all paid off. Near the end, Doki fell over the dummy. With her face near it's overly abused and mediocre flab-of-a-face, she flicked at it. "At this rate, we'll never get married.." She chuckled to herself, standing back up and re-arranging the dummy into place. Doki had a habit of saying weird things and sayings. There were times when even the gennin herself didn't understand the things that escape her lungs. Either way, she was going to ice her forearms again. "♫~♪ ♪ -" She wasn't a very good whistler for all she knew but she did the best to come up with a tune that would sway her of this lazy situation. For Doki, everything had to be busy, otherwise she would be bored to death. Even while resting. The young girl swished and swung her legs while she sat in that one posture, her elbows sinking into the icy bucket. Her forearms had already gone numb from the cold that siphoned off her training's friction. Again, she thrusted, slashed, switched and flicked her knife in every free direction she could manage. At last, the dummy fell over within it's tattered predicament.
[Assisted Jab and Simple Play, Completed]
The bucket was now halfway empty. On her way down to the main area of the dojo, she was teetering with it's heavy weight. It was a wonder how Doki ever managed it up in the first place. But that didn't matter. She returned the equipment one at a time in their correct places. Though even this left her feeling sagged with exhaustion. Her panda-drooping eyes matched her tone for she could barely even utter a 'hello' to fellow passerby's. Soon enough, the girl ventured into the area with two familiar faces laced in their forward directions - one other presence that was a mystery altogether. Doki paused a little when she was about to greet them. The empty bucket now rattled aside her as it hung over her shoulder. She fixed a contemplative gaze over to the man with the helmet, thinking he was vaguely familiar past the interesting armor.
Twinkling eyes bulged within sleepy patches of black make-up when she pieced together her thoughts. Ohh! The armor, the helmet, the sword! I see with mine eyes, a mid-clad warrior from the north! Doki read a little about Eastern Warriors and the Stone Men with Iron. Naturally, her imaginations have curried her favor. Excitedly, she hurried on over, nearly tripping over her bucket while her steps skirted to his side. It was fair to say that she had absolutely no idea that it was her mentor before her. "Ho!* Helmet-san! Are you what they call a samurai?" * Doki greeted with an older form of pleasantry, despite the bellowing sound that erupts from ones throat. Her back was a little haunched and her ankles periodically trembled. Other than that, she felt perfectly lucky today.
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Posted: Tue May 17, 2011 7:57 pm
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Posted: Tue May 17, 2011 8:19 pm
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Kodoki, Doki // Gennin Chakra : 110 - 20 = 90 [ Taijutsu ] °°°°°°°°°°°°°°°° She blinked once. Twice. Then three times all in split sequences. Until she heard his voice, she thought of him as a complete stranger in armor. And to think, she was going to say something totally stupid like; I have a new teacher? "..oh. It's just you." She sighed with a hint of adventurous disappointment, now walking away to put away her bucket, which was shorter the distance than expected. Doki naturally returned to question his attire. Her thumbs now looped over the belted hoops of her trousers, she looked up at him and took in some changes. She felt like half an idiot for not noticing the striking stature and fringes of his hair. Must be getting sleepy..
"So what's up with the get-up, Teach?" She asked, grinning at him with her own signature smile. Though the sparkles in her eyes never quite vanished. "How come you're wearing a peculiar helmet in your own village?" She asked, stepping up on her toes and stepping back down in undulated patterns in questions.
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Posted: Wed May 18, 2011 8:47 am
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Posted: Wed May 18, 2011 11:49 am
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Posted: Thu May 19, 2011 9:59 am
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