1 Self-Actualization [Training | Closed] Fri Dec 20, 2013 2:22 pm
Daraku
D-rank
Daraku found some free time in the day to grab a bite to eat. Considering he was in Kirigakure no Sato, he figured he may as well eat something they were known for: seafood. He was too lazy, however, to try and find a lunch place that would seat him--it was near noon and he figured that everyone was probably out and doing the same. Crowds were never his scene, but that didn't mean that he could just not get food. So, the best option was to get it to-go. He traipsed down the streets with both hands in his pockets and his eyes set to the ground, staring at the cracks in the stone of the streets. Tall buildings loomed high above, something he was never quite used to in all of the villages he'd been to. All of the buildings in Sunagakure were just sand monuments shaped like gourds and cylindrical figures, none too tall but just enough to provide shade from the harsh desert sunlight. Iwagakure was similar, though its buildings were made of stone, and Konohagakure was a village with commonplace wooden structures. Kirigakure was truly one of a kind.
The one thing that did irk him was the chilled air and constant fog. Being the heat-accustomed man he was, it was uncomfortable being in such a cold place. Even though the sun shone high in the sky at that moment, the temperature was less than pleasant and the area was lined with a thin haze, which blurred Daraku's vision just a tad. He very breath was visible, creating a cloud with every effort of his lungs that faded away within seconds of its release. He noticed a building that said "寿司" across its side and without a second thought, he ducked in and ordered maki. When he received his meal, he left, offering them his thanks as he headed back out and found a seat on a grassy hill next to the harbor, looking out at the sea. He ate the sushi hungrily, savoring every bite and admiring the quality of the fish here. The fish in Sunagakure were obviously not as good as they were there.
When the Ishido finished eating, he laid back in the soft, dewy grass and looked up at the clouds. Let himself relax for a moment, if anything...It's rare to find a moment of peace in a war-torn place like this, I should enjoy it while it lasts. As relaxed as he was, he felt he should take at least a small portion of the day and dedicate it to training...and what better thing to train in the land of Mizu no Kuni than Suiton Ninjutsu? Daraku rose back to his feet, sweeping himself off to ensure his armor wasn't dirtied. Simple meditation-type things to start with, so that he could practice working with Suiton chakra. It was still an unusual feeling; he was so acquainted with the volatile natures of Fire Release and Wind Release. Having a more smooth and calm chakra nature required more focus than just slinging around wild winds and intense flames. Water, despite being more difficult for him to master, did pay off. It was a way to balance his jutsu use and combat style, sort of.
While building Suiton chakra within himself, he gathered Medical Ninjutsu chakra as well. He did this not for the purpose of healing himself but rather to manipulate his bodily processes carefully. Water built in his system, hydrating him steadily at first, then skyrocketing into extreme overhydration. He expelled the water before it made him sick or worse, and he regained his bearings. He remembered to be more careful when incorporating water chakra into his body...but he felt drained. Something was still using his chakra. He turned around and saw it, a blob sticking out from his back, connected by his pores. It was made entirely out of water. His forceful removal of the chakra had been somewhat successful, but it had not completely disconnected itself from his pores and thus his chakra system. A smile rose to his face. "I've got some ideas of what I can do with this...!"
The one thing that did irk him was the chilled air and constant fog. Being the heat-accustomed man he was, it was uncomfortable being in such a cold place. Even though the sun shone high in the sky at that moment, the temperature was less than pleasant and the area was lined with a thin haze, which blurred Daraku's vision just a tad. He very breath was visible, creating a cloud with every effort of his lungs that faded away within seconds of its release. He noticed a building that said "寿司" across its side and without a second thought, he ducked in and ordered maki. When he received his meal, he left, offering them his thanks as he headed back out and found a seat on a grassy hill next to the harbor, looking out at the sea. He ate the sushi hungrily, savoring every bite and admiring the quality of the fish here. The fish in Sunagakure were obviously not as good as they were there.
When the Ishido finished eating, he laid back in the soft, dewy grass and looked up at the clouds. Let himself relax for a moment, if anything...It's rare to find a moment of peace in a war-torn place like this, I should enjoy it while it lasts. As relaxed as he was, he felt he should take at least a small portion of the day and dedicate it to training...and what better thing to train in the land of Mizu no Kuni than Suiton Ninjutsu? Daraku rose back to his feet, sweeping himself off to ensure his armor wasn't dirtied. Simple meditation-type things to start with, so that he could practice working with Suiton chakra. It was still an unusual feeling; he was so acquainted with the volatile natures of Fire Release and Wind Release. Having a more smooth and calm chakra nature required more focus than just slinging around wild winds and intense flames. Water, despite being more difficult for him to master, did pay off. It was a way to balance his jutsu use and combat style, sort of.
While building Suiton chakra within himself, he gathered Medical Ninjutsu chakra as well. He did this not for the purpose of healing himself but rather to manipulate his bodily processes carefully. Water built in his system, hydrating him steadily at first, then skyrocketing into extreme overhydration. He expelled the water before it made him sick or worse, and he regained his bearings. He remembered to be more careful when incorporating water chakra into his body...but he felt drained. Something was still using his chakra. He turned around and saw it, a blob sticking out from his back, connected by his pores. It was made entirely out of water. His forceful removal of the chakra had been somewhat successful, but it had not completely disconnected itself from his pores and thus his chakra system. A smile rose to his face. "I've got some ideas of what I can do with this...!"
- Training:
- Training Water Release: Sea Spirit Exorcism
Word Count: 706/900
(-20% WC due to Nightmare Colosseum Prize, +10% WC due to Ishido Clan drawback = -10% word count requirement)
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