Rippa could hardly contain himself. He had put on some new clothes and even taken a nice long bath. He felt clean and smelled of those green irish bars of soap. Whatever brand that was. Either way he smelled like a man! Hurrah! He grinned as he got dressed in the brand new clothes, His old pair tossed into the trash bin outside and likely bound for the burning barrel. Good god where they worn out and stinky. He wondered how he ever had such confidence in his appearance while wearing such things. Still even a new head band had been delivered in place of the dirt and torn disgrace that was the old one. He smiled as he dressed. First was the black socks and Yellow polka dot boxers. Lets face it he didn't intend to get laid tonight. He intended to train. No one cared that you were wearing polka dot boxers during training right? Either he shrugs and slips into the new blue jeans feeling the comfort of the clean fabric on his legs. So much so that he completely forgot the price sticker on the ass. Next was a pair of brand new boots. Once he laced those up and tied the knots it felt like he had never walked straight before. He practiced walking around the room until he broke them in a bit. Before reaching for the grey tank top. Now that was a newly acquired taste. He had been informed after all that it was less then appropriate to go around with erect nipples everywhere. He smirked at the memory of that conversation. Lastly was the red leather coat. He slipped into that feeling the fresh leather settle on his skin and breathing in that leather smell. Ahh now he smelled like more then a man... A manly mans man. So he grabbed his wallet and his head band before heading out the door. He even got down to the end of the hall before he remembered his fingerless gloves. God he loved those. Made him feel really cool. He slipped into those before tying his head band around his neck like some kind of bling. That was bound to make the ladies salivate. Because he was just that kind of sexy. Hell as he exited the building he did so with a strut and whistled tune feeling like the champ baby. Oh yeah.

Of course this was all short lived as he intended to head to the hokage mountain to train in private. And boy did he need to train. The idea's floating in his head from the scrolls he had read where like reading a science fiction novel you could actually do! like holy crap he was gonna be a jedi! He grinned as he hiked his way up the mountain well past the viewing point until he reached a good empty area. Here he would train his jutsu. Here he would become the bombdiggidy of ninjutsu. He grinned as he pulled out the note pad he kept with him with all of his notes. First was his variant theory of the hidden mist technique. He theorized that in place of Suiton he could use his natural blood element to do the same jutsu with just a similar elemental focus. He reviewed his notes for a moment before nodding and pocketing it. For now he just needed to focus. He closed his eyes and felt the feel of the blood with in himself. How the chakra accepted it as a nature. How he could manipulate that chakra to create a mist out of nothing. Just focusing on the preparation for the technique at first.

Training Bloody mist (613/750)

Aiza was taking a casual stride for a nice change of pace in his busy days. He wore his ANBU armor and mask so that no one would really recognize him; he'd rather have a relaxing day without constant "Aiza!"s and "Oh, long time no see!"s. It wasn't that he wasn't the social type, but rather that he was just exhausted. He hadn't had much time to do anything normal as of late; he'd been in the ANBU for near a month now, and since his first days there, it was constant paperwork and missions, day in and day out. He wasn't all that sharp in battle, however, because the missions he was always being sent on were usually escorts and retrievals and whatnot. He yearned to feel the heat of battle again, but the closest he could get without causing a scene would probably be some training. He changed directions, veering off the main path of the village and heading off towards the more iconic areas of the bustling civilization, namely the Hokage Mountain. He wondered when Takeshi's face would be inscribed alongside the other Hokage...the man had only resigned from his position a few days ago, and the new Hokage, Mitsuhide Uzumaki, was taking great strides in changing the village for the better. As much as these changes were welcome and the village's reconstruction efforts and overall well-being had improved, it was still odd to think that Takesh had gained and given up his position as Kage so quickly. Hopefully Mitsuhide would continue to be a worthy leader to the mantle of the village...

With clear intent, Aiza rounded the corner of a large path and found himself walking along the pavement toward the monument. He figured he should brush up on his Ninjutsu, as despite his prowess in Taijutsu, he was still relatively new to the concepts of basic Ninjutsu and chakra use. A drawback of his clan...he'd always wondered what he would be like if he hadn't spent so much time investing his early training in Taijutsu and Water Release. Maybe he could be even more powerful, but it was too late to change the past. He had to focus on now, and becoming stronger as who he currently was and expanding that potential. His self-criticizing thoughts stopped as he reached the apex of the mountain to see someone standing there. Naturally, he was the kind of polite man to at least introduce himself before doing anything else. He took a few steps closer to the person, who was somewhat tall and possessed long, white hair. He gave the guy a half-smile, and removed his ANBU mask (which was stylized and detailed with blue paint and designs to resemble a fish). "Oh, hello. Sorry to interrupt you, I was just about to have a bit of training to loosen my muscles up. My name is Aiza Itohane, I don't believe we've met. Who might you be?" he said, with a steady tone that was friendly but deep. His carmine hair fell down the sides of his face, and he swept it out of the way, revealing his stark blue eyes as he awaited an answer. By the looks of it, the man was about to start training himself...maybe the two could train together and synchronize their efforts.

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Training Ninjutsu C > B
Word Count: 571/2,000

Rippa was deep into his meditative state focusing on his jutsu and the feel of the blood element within him. In his time away it had felt so natural to him to just let himself fall into his own mind and feel his chakra. True as a child he had honestly been afraid of his clans blood element. Always worried about getting wounded and the blood rage taking over. But over his time in the solitude of the forest he had grown accustomed to it. Realized it was a part of himself. And to fear a part of ones self was ridiculous. The Blood rage was still a threat but not unless he was heavily wounded. But here he was safe. Here he was surrounded by people willing to protect. People of honor he could respect and give his trust to. He smiled to himself at that thought as he felt his chakra becoming natural to him. He could do it a lot quicker but he liked immersing himself in it instead of rushing things. And there was no battle here. In fact the chances of him being wounded where minimal. He grinned at that thought. Wounding his clan was easy but dangerous.

Still he was somewhat shocked when suddenly some one spoke standing right in front of him. He hadn't sensed the man approach at all! He blinked in shocked surprise a moment before his eyes took in the details. The man was in Anbu gear and holding his mask in his hand. For a moment Rippa wondered if he was in trouble. Long enough for an awkward silence before suddenly the words the man had spoken and the mans expression registered. His blue eyes suddenly focused on the eyes of the Anbu and a blush creeped into his cheeks. Before he smiled warmly even his blue eyes reflecting his smile. Something about Rippa's presence was warm and inviting. Like a fluffy bunny. Even his voice was soothing.

"Ah my apologies you surprised me. A pleasure to meet you Aiza Sama. My name is Chi Rippa. A field medic in training. Speaking of please stay. I was just about to try out a new jutsu. Don't worry it's harmless. If you don't mind?"

With any hint of approval he would take a couple of steps back and focus on his chakra. Smiling now. He could totaly impress an Anbu now! Holy crap! Lucky! He focused his chakra now that he was all fired up. Focusing his blood chakra into his lungs he inhaled. When he exhaled a powerful stream of red mist would exit his mouth with such force it blew back the grass like a powerful wind. Rapidly for 20 Meters(Plus one to ninjutsu from clan) the red mist surrounded the man. He grinned as if it was something incredibly impressive. What he didn't know is that it was twice the area a normal hidden mist technique covered. An alarming amount of power being able to preform a c rank level with just a D rank.

But he could do more. Remembering the second jutsu on the list he aimed at a tree just outside the mist and put his hand to his mouth. He could do it. He focused blood chakra He inhaled this time and focused at the jutsu and his target and then let loose! but...Something was wrong! Instead of a thick stream he got a pitiful line of bloody spit! He thought back on his notes and blushed scarlet red. He had just screwed up a blood trumpet jutsu like a novice! He couldn't help but wonder what the Anbu thought from outside his mist. He was actually glad to think the mist might be hiding his shame right then.

Training bloody mist 750/750
Training Blood Trumpet 491/750

Introducing himself as Chi, Rippa, the man explained that he hadn't heard Aiza approaching, understandably enough. He continued, saying that he was a medic in training and he was trying out a few new jutsu, as Aiza had expected. He then asked if he could show Aiza, which Aiza nodded in response to. Rippa naturally assumed what could best be described as a battle stance, and Aiza waited patiently for whatever was to come. By the looks of him, it was unclear whether he was a Genin or a Chuunin or maybe even a Special Jounin, so Aiza didn't pass judgement until the jutsu was showcased. He hoped it was some sort of super-powerful jutsu, as he always loved the dramatic and flashy displays that those types of techniques usually entailed. The Hokage Mountain was a perfect setting for such things, shrouded in sunlight from directly above, and met peacefully by winds from all directions at such a high altitude. A wonderful view was the backdrop for the occasion, and Aiza split his focus evenly between the iconic scenery and the figure of Rippa, who was currently charging his chakra...

Rather than the elegant show of prowess Aiza was expecting, the jutsu that Rippa executed was somewhat anomalous. He spat forth a large cloud of red mist, some deviation of the Hidden Mist Jutsu that Aiza knew so well. It spread and covered nearly the full area of the Mountain, which was a decent range for such a basic technique. Aiza jumped out of the red shroud and landed at a safe perch upon the metal railing that acted as a guard to prevent people from falling off of the Mountain. He balanced there, spying the outline of Rippa's figure closely. It was a bit blurry, but from what he could make out with the naked eye, it seemed Rippa was doing yet another jutsu. He spat forward a flush of red blood, in a thin beam that weakened until it ran dry. The beam splattered against a tree below with a sickening noise. Aiza thought for a moment, wondering what variant of Suiton this was...until he picked up the heavy scent of blood in the air. Ah, so a ninja who could manipulate blood, a unique kekkei genkai indeed. Aiza didn't know whether to be disgusted and disturbed or intrigued and impressed, so he settled at a nice middle ground and cleared his throat.

Aiza called out from his perch, hoping the echo of the mountaintop would be enough to carry his voice to the man, who was still obscured by the thick, macabre mist. "So, you can use blood-based jutsu? Those looked a lot like Suiton techniques that I know and recognize, so I applaud your application of your own fighting style to them, it's certainly refreshing to see a rarer ninja in this village so full of Senju and Uzumaki. Tell me, how long have you been a ninja? You look rather old, are you a Genin or a Chuunin?" Aiza asked, with a slight smile.

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Training Ninjutsu C > B
Word Count: 1,088/2,000

The man didn't seem to be to bothered by the Bloody mist jutsu and as far as Rippa could tell the man was looking right at him while chilling on the guard rail That in itself was a little unnerving. But still he smiled a little relieved at the commendation. After all he had discovered the similarities of the two elements on his own and managed to focus it. Now he was studying the Suiton jutsu in depth. Dozens of jutsu just waiting for him to modify them to his own needs. He grinned at that a little more encouraged now that his recent failure was cast aside so easily. He listened to the mans words as they where spoken as a slightly raised voice from so far away. "So, you can use blood-based jutsu? Those looked a lot like Suiton techniques that I know and recognize, so I applaud your application of your own fighting style to them, it's certainly refreshing to see a rarer ninja in this village so full of Senju and Uzumaki. Tell me, how long have you been a ninja? You look rather old, are you a Genin or a Chuunin?" the man asked him. He was rather cheerful now and less embarrassed. So he spoke up loud enough to be heard clearly.

"Ah yes the Chi clan's three branches all use blood. Only our elders ever learn to use a different element. As for my age. Well my clan doesn't ever live past fifty so I am pretty much middle aged at twenty three. Oh and Genin sir. I retired to some private studies for a few years to improve my medical knowledge*explaining primary up to S* so that I could be an excellent support member for a squad. And yeah. These are modified Suiton jutsu. Here let me try a couple more!"

He was fired up now! nothing could really deter him from his efforts. Quietly he focused on the jutsu letting the mist fade away into nothing. There he stood on the mountain reviewing a couple of notes. It turned out that it wasn't just pressure he needed to make but quantity from his chakra. So he pockets his note book again and moved over to within range of a tree. There he began to build his chakra. Putting his hand to his mouth like he was about to play an invisible trumpet he focused his blood chakra into forming the mass amounts of blood and then forcing it out like a fire house. The result was the D rank jutsu firing from his mouth so hard it blew his hair back and parted the grass in its passing. The solid hose of blood smashed into the tree so hard the bark shattered and the outer layer of wood cracked. When it was done Rippa wiped his mouth and looked around. There was just a huge puddle of blood in front of him. And with that he grinned, Before speaking.

"Any helpful hints on the Suiton rising slice technique conversion? So far both techniques have been informed inside my mouth. This one seems to suggest some sort of multiple blades of liquid from a present water source or in this case" He waves one hand indicating the huge puddle of blood." Existing blood source."

Training blood trumpet 750/750
Training Bloody rising slice 324/1000

Rippa answered Aiza's questions and added a bit more detail to delve into, explaining how the Chi Clan that he belonged to had three branches that all utilized their blood in battle. Aiza had never heard of the Chi clan in the past, so this was news to him, and intriguing news, at that. His age was twenty three, a brisk six years short of Aiza's own age, and he was a Genin. He then suggested that he demonstrate some more modified Suiton techniques, to which Aiza agreed with a simple nod. He was amused by the gorey mess that was being orchestrated in front of him, why not let it continue? The surface of the Hokage Mountain was littered with splats and puddles of carmine blood. Rippa charged some chakra a spat out a powerful jet of blood, much more impressive than the previous stream, and it struck the tree with a sufficient level of force, enough to split the bark ever so slightly. The leftover blood pooled its way into another puddle, although much bigger than the others.

Rippa turned to face Aiza once again, who was looking back at him with his hands in his pockets. He asked for any helpful hints on using blood to recreate multiple water blades, which Aiza knew as the Kamikiri technique. "Well, not exactly. I've never tried to manipulate anything heavier than water in a Suiton technique, of course, because my chakra simply cannot do that. And to be frank, I only recently learned to use Ninjutsu. I'm more of a Taijutsu guy, myself. Best advice I could give you would be to make your fingernails bleed or something and use that as the 'existing blood source', but that could be problematic. But, do it however you want, I'm not much help in this and I'd like to see how you'll go about pulling this off. Makes for an interesting training session, what with the blood and everything." Aiza said as he pulled a lighter out of his pocket and lit a cigarette casually. The smoke from the cigarette plumed and then rose to the sky in a thin stream, and he returned the lighter to his pocket, holding the cigarette in place with his other hand as his eyes remained steady on Rippa.

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Training Ninjutsu C > B
Word Count: 1,478/2,000

Rippa smiled quietly and contemplated the meaning of it. Water was lighter then blood? well that made some sense after all. So unless he was training with a member of his clan he would have to figure most of it out for himself. But he could at the very least try. After all a war that is never fought is a cause that is already lost. Or at least that was how his clan understood it. Fighting was always the answer for diplomacy had never succeeded by itself. He frowned at the memory and calmly considered what to do. Of course he didn't need to make himself bleed as there was already a large amount of blood puddled under his boots. Not very deep but with the blood jutsu he had used previously it had covered a sufficient amount of ground. After all one can not unleash a fire house and expect the residual water to be minimal. However he was happy for this. After all he did not dare make himself bleed. Granted it required a bit more then some blood soaked finger tips... If he bled to much then he might enter into the blood rage and then the ANBU might be forced to put him down and to do it hard to. Afrer all if the Anbu took him too lightly then the Anbu's life would be at risk. After all the blood rage closed his mind off and while in it he would strike out at anyone. He hated that about himself. That lack of control just made him cautious about being near others. His warm green eyes looked to the Anbu as he considered warning the man. But that wasn't immediately necessary and the mans skill being an Anbu and all was so much higher then his he doubted even in his blood rage that he would scratch the man. So he let his eyes return to the task at hand.

Putting his feet together he focused on the puddles of blood together. His hand where to his side with the palms out and his legs where straight. This stance allowed for no mobility but something about being anywhere near him suddenly felt dangerous. He focused on the feel of the blood outside of his body. How it had been made of his chakra. How it was almost calling out to him. He could feel it like some sort of sensation with out actually being touched. The hairs on his arms began to stand up from how cold the sensation felt. He could almost reach out to the blood and feel it react. It just needed something more. A catalyst of sorts. He focused on it and then focused on his own blood. His own chakra source as he felt it surge through his body. How both of them flowed through his body giving him life, empowering him to be greater. To be something more. He could do it. He could use this jutsu. His eyes lit up with determination as he he called out Loudly.

"Blood Release! Bloody rising slicers!"

his arms seemed to flex as he called it out and chakra would flow through him into his arms. The force of the chakra being used wipped his hair back and forth wildly as he prepared it. A slight gust just from the preparation to warn the ANbu something big was about to happen. Rising both hands Rippa would clap them together and send his chakra out into the blood on the ground. The chakra surged forward first and then the blood seemed to erupt forward into four massive blades of blood surging forward at considerable speed. The rock underneath the blades ripping apart in its passing as it cut four deep lacerations into the ground in its passing. The intended target was the tree. And two of them slammed into the tree one after the other in an X patter slicing clean through allowing the tree to come toppling down. While the other two missed entirely and sliced through the railing a few feet to the right of the Anbu and the last one slammed into a boulder the size of a man and crushed it on impact with a boom. Rippa stood there at the source of the destruction as the dust and blood settled.

"Um....oops." He said meekly.

Training Blood Release! Bloody rising slicers! 1000+/1000