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Posted: Wed Nov 03, 2010 5:00 pm
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◆◈◆◈◆"My sands will be your end"◆◈◆◈◆
San noticed his brothers fear, and he stepped back. It would take some time, which was understandable, for him to trust his older brother again. Despite how harsh it was, San knew he had done a certain amount of good for him. He would know one day that he cared alot for his brother, and only wished the best for the "Jewel of the Satetsu." But it would appear now as if he needed to give him some space. It was up to his brother to go to the hospital and take care of himself if he couldnt ask for help.
So San walked back over to his spot again, and pulled another one of the scrolls out of his burden golem. It looked like an earth style scroll, talking about a trapping jutsu. This would be a good one to learn for his team, especially when San was being support instead of the main fighter. He first read over the set of hand seals and copied them, running them over and over again.
((rock pillar prison 1/5))
◆◈◆◈◆"Never doubt yourself"◆◈◆◈◆
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Posted: Wed Nov 03, 2010 8:49 pm
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/// ۩/// V Ô ìí Ð ~ Ѕ Й ї № Ы /// ۩/// "Why did Mamoru create me female? I must ask him someday..." (Mamoru #6, i.e. Female Mamoru #1, call me 'Six') [Current Shinranbanshou form: Unknown (to others, known to those that have seen it previously)]
Returning to the arena, Six was visibly upset by the young Satetsu still being there. "He's not going to heal on his own, you know," she grumped towards San. Pulling out a small vial from within the top of her shirt, it fell out from the ever-present Douka jutsu, re-colorizing as it did so. Walking over to the burnt little one, she held her left arm out over him & crushed the vial, its contents fleeing from the confines to the open flesh below. At once the skin noticeably began to mend, though slowly, & it would take the rest of the day for Sarus to recover from the fight. Turning about, Six jogged over to the trashcan, letting the broken bits of glass fall from her hand. "Are you done with your 'training', San?" Six's innocently asked question belied her somber mood.
Chakra Creation at it’s finest
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Posted: Wed Nov 03, 2010 9:13 pm
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Posted: Wed Nov 03, 2010 9:17 pm
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